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The other day I was watching what I thought was a news program with my husband and in the middle of a report on immigration, the reporters began bantering about between themselves, their thoughts, disclosing details about their own lives. My husband and I looked at each other, made faces at the TV and turned it off. Both of us were disgusted. Where did these reporters get the idea that they were important to any of us? Who told them that their personal stories were more vital to us than knowing what was happening in politics, in the economy, in the environment? What gave them the psychological, not to mention editorial go-ahead to step into their own shows and stop being reporters? I soon found out—the ratings did. People are actually listening to them. They’re watching that slop and many of them like it. I spoke with one woman about it at a gym while the television was on in front of the bicycle station. One of the early morning “news/entertainment” shows was on and, naturally, the reporters were doing more laughing and teasing than reporting or interviewing. Even the interviewing wound up turned around so that the reporters were doing all the talking. It is stunning and terribly annoying to me. In any case, to my friend, it was perfectly pleasant. She thought it was “nice.” She liked hearing about “happy” things, about the personal life of Matt Lauer or Diane Sawyer. She enjoyed talk shows in which the host became the show and the guests were there as mirrors, someone with whom the host could be clever and show off his or her personal prowess. I just looked at her cross-eyed and pedaled faster. Too bad the bike was stationary. I understand that escapism and personal curiosity is not new. It doesn’t mean Americans never cared about personal things. Everyone did and not just in America. (When it wasn’t flat screens, it was something else—a car, a dress, a hat or a work of art, a bacci ball tournament. Everyone takes some pleasure in earthly delights.) But what has happened is that the priorities have switched. The vast majority of people used to watch the news, read the papers, and listen intently to the radio before they got busy with their days or at the end of it before they went to sleep. There was always the idle and idiotically rich who cared about little more than their next debut at the ball. But most people cared about what was happening down the block or around the world. They’d talk or argue or fight about it over shots of espresso or beer, on patios or on stoops, in garages or at the water coolers because they cared about it. The news—not those who reported it—was important. In fact, it was sacred. The fourth estate was the pillar on which democracy was secured. By its presence and through its regular exercise our freedom to speak, congregate and hold forth our own ideas was also held steady. It was what allowed information—accurate information—to pour forth into the populace facilitating broad response when necessary. It was what allowed the French Revolution to take place, awful and regrettably bloody as it was. It was what allowed the Vietnam War to be brought to an end. If the reporters had not gone there personally and brought back footage of the boys being blown up, of children wandering bloody, naked and homeless, of flag-draped coffins unloading from carriers, no one would have understood the true cost of war and it could have dragged on interminably. People found out what was true because reporters cared enough to put life and limb at risk to find out and tell us. I remember the first major, popular investigative report in the Northeast. It was by Geraldo Rivera and it focused on the abuses suffered by the disabled and mentally ill at a residential facility on Long Island called Willowbrook. The report was so vivid and the abuse so barbaric that the facility was closed and a new series of laws were passed on patient rights, particularly protecting those who were disabled/mentally ill. Tragically, but for a small and hopefully growing segment of online news addicts, this pursuit of the news has given way to the pursuit of princes and actors by paparazzi. We hear more about Britney Spears in any given day than we do about what’s really happening in Iraq, under the tables in corporate America, or in our farmlands. Most people have no idea that there’s a trade deficit in this country. Most don’t care. And that’s the major problem.In my limited view, this is the beginning of the end for the America in which we have all grown up. When a country or a culture—not unlike the ancient civilization of Rome—becomes more interested in vomitoriums than the growing disparity and disaffection in its populace, it runs a serious risk of caving in on itself. Like the megalithic empire, we have become fattened, complacent, and sluggish. The country is like a cow being slowly, dumbly led to slaughter…or to just an ignominious, slovenly end.We are facing some of the most serious threats we have ever faced as a country—economic perils we haven’t seen in 80 years, Islamic fundamentalism which has trained one of the leanest, meanest fighting machines on the planet, and our own sloth, lust and greed. We are so vested in ourselves, our bodies, our breasts, our reality shows, and our internet porn that we literally have no time, energy, or interest in anything else. Forget actually fighting for liberty. Wasn’t that something they did with muskets? Anyway, I’m busy. I can’t think about that stuff. Not when Grand Theft Auto IV is coming out.So, as people worry about Mr. Blaine and his breath or Britney and her poor babies, the economy threatens to topple under the weight of its debt, Bin Laden is still alive and plotting, our security at the borders and our ports is still nothing remotely resembling secure. And that worries me.
www.wordsaremedicine.com J. Acosta is a writer and practicing clinical psychotherapist. She has written two books: THE WORST IS OVER (2002, Jodere) and THE NEXT OSAMA (2006). Her third is due to come out some time next year and she is currently in the middle of her fourth. She has her practice in New Mexico with her canine therapeutic assistants. She has worked with anxiety and fear in patients for twenty years. She has watched it, felt it, wrote about it, and helped heal people from it. As a result, she has learned a few things about fear, particularly that growing epidemic she calls VIRAL FEAR.
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