በመርሳ ወጣቶችነ የገደለው ዳኛ በአካባቢው ሰው ህይወቱ ጠፋ
The Rise and Fall of Television News
When network television news was created in the late 1940s, no one in charge knew how
to do it. It was a new creature.
Sponsors? Yes. A studio with a desk and an anchor? Yes. A list of top stories? Yes. Important
information for the public? Yes.
Of course, �important information� could have several definitions � and the CIA already
had a few claws into news, so there would be boundaries and fake stories within those
boundaries.
The producers knew the anchor was the main event; his voice, his manner, his face. He
was the actor in a one-man show. But what should he project to the audience at home?
The first few anchors were dry sandpaper. John Cameron Swayze at NBC, and Douglas Edwards
at CBS. But Swayze, also a quiz show host, broke out of the mold and imparted a bit of
�cheery� to his broadcasts. A no-no. So he was eventually dumped.
In came a duo. Chet Huntley and David Brinkley. NBC co-anchors from 1956 to 1970. Chet was
the heavy, with a somber baritone, and David was �twinkly,� as he was called by network
insiders. He lightened the mood with a touch of sarcasm and an occasional grin.
It worked. Ratings climbed. Television news as show biz started to take off. At the end
of every broadcast, there was: �Good night, Chet.� �Good night, David.� The audience
ate it up. They loved that tag.
However, rival CBS wasn�t standing still. They offloaded their anchor, Douglas Edwards,
a bland egg, and brought in Walter Cronkite, who would go on to do 19 years in the chair
(1962-1981).
Walter was Chet Huntley with a difference. As he grew older, he emerged as a father,
a favorite uncle, with an authoritative hills-and-valleys baritone that created instant trust. Magic.
A news god was born.
Despite many efforts at the three major networks, no anchor over the past 40 years has been
able to pull off the full Cronkite effect.
The closest recent competitor � until he was fired for lying and exiled to the waste
dump at MSNBC � was Brian Williams. Williams artfully executed a reversal of tradition.
He portrayed the youthful prodigy, a gradually maturing version of a newsboy who once bicycled
along country roads, threw folded up papers on front porches, and knew all his customers
by name. A good boy. A local boy. Your neighbor under the maple trees of an idyllic town.
Cue the memories.
By the time Williams took over the helm at NBC, television news was decidedly a team
operation. There were reporters in the field.
The technology enabled the anchor to go live to these bit players, who tried to exude the
impression they were actually running down leads and interviewing key sources on the
spot � when in fact they could just as well be doing their stand-ups from a hot dog cart
outside 30 Rockefeller Plaza, the home studio of the network � because most of their information
was really coming from inside that studio.
Nevertheless, the team was everything. The anchor was a manager, and his job was to impart
an authentic feel to every look-in, from the White House to Paris to Berlin to Jerusalem
to Beijing to a polar bear on an iceberg.
And local television news was blowing up to gargantuan proportions. Every city and town
and village and hamlet seemed to have its own gaggle of hearty faces delivering vital
info of interest to the citizenry. Branding and shaping this local phenomenon evolved
into: FAMILY.
Yes, that was the ticket. These bubbly, blown-dry, enthused, manic news and weather and sports
hawks were really �part of the community.� News was no longer shoveled high and deep
with an air of objectivity. �Aloof� was out.
Share and care was in. What that had to do with actual news was anyone�s guess, but
there it was. �Hi, we�re your team at KX6, and we feel
what you feel and we live here with you and we know when the roads are icy and the wrecks
pile up on the I-15 and our friends the cops arrest someone for cocaine possession and
when the charity bake sale is coming up to pay for [toxic] meds for seniors at the nursing
home and when your cousin Judy passes away we mourn as you do��
News for and by a fictional collective.
Disney news.
A caricature of a simulacrum of an imitation.
The discovery was: the viewing audience wanted news as a cartoon.
The problem is: this model deteriorates. The descending IQ of the news producers and anchors
and reporters undergoes a grotesque revolution.
Year by year, broadcasts make less sense. Even on the national scene, NBC hands its
prime anchor spot to Lester Holt, who plays the old Addams Family living corpse, Lurch.
ABC, always looking for a new face, goes all in with David Muir, a Sears underwear-model
type.
CBS counters with a youngish cipher, Jeff Glor, after ridding itself of Scott Pelley,
who, true to his on-camera persona, might show up on The Young and the Restless as a
lunatic surgeon doing operations without anesthetic.
The networks are losing it.
It�s a sight to behold.
Cable news is even worse. The longest surviving anchor is Wolf Blitzer at CNN. Wolf�s energy
level tops out as a man in a tattered bathrobe, in his kitchen, chatting with his cousin while
they play checkers.
Meanwhile, independent online news comes on like a storm.
Turns out it fills a need that has been there since the beginning of television.
You can fool some of the people all the time, and all of the people some of the time, but
between those two extremes, there are millions and millions of people who recognize the so-called
real news has been fake for a long time.
They�ve left that bubble.
The artfulness of network news has disintegrated and failed.
Pop goes the weasel.
Major media long ago built their wall. The wall protects everyone from bloated corrupt
government institutions, mega-corporate partners of government, and major banks, to street
thugs.
Now, as these media fail to magnetize minds as in days of yore, the wall is crumbing.
Therefore, what is behind it is being exposed.
More importantly, people are coming to see their thoughts and constructions of reality
are imports, not their own. The tonnage of pictures fed to them, along with voiceover,
were forgeries.
WHAT IS, was the business of the news. That business has lost its traction.
To some, this amounts to bubbling confusion. To others, it is a fresh clean breeze blowing
through an empty house, which imagination can remake in more bracing forms.
The future is open, unscripted.
A new day, if we recognize it.
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