As a people, we don’t even want to learn the truth via serious news, from serious newspapers or from serious television newscasts. In 1960, Edward R. Murrow, on CBS Reports, presented a documentary, “Harvest of Shame.” The 55-minute piece illustrated the desperate plight of the migrant farm workers who toiled so that an American public might dine sumptuously. It also angered hell out of powerful corporate interests; a reactive response that presaged the corporate takeover of the news that, for all intents, has resulted in a near completely dumb and compliant public.
In the place of a Murrow, of a Cronkite, of a Huntley and Brinkley, of a Dan Rather, of a John Chancellor, none of whom ever smiled while delivering the news, all of which was serious, even grave, for serious and grave audiences, we’ve a coterie of smiling, talking heads, all to make us feel good about ourselves. Not in a one of those much earlier newscasts was there a “Person of the Week,” or anything trivial. We weren’t condescended to or patronized. We were regarded with respect, entitled to know the truth of an issue that would enable us to form our own opinions.
For more than 30 years, I lived in the Bay area. News was delivered seriously by the likes of Dave Mc Elhatten on KPIX, by Pete Wilson on KGO, and by Dennis Richmond on KTVU in Oakland. All serious, intelligent and devoted, they are gone now, they have been replaced with twittering nincompoops who chitchat, laugh, and make everything seem just so damned merry. “Thanks for that Bambi.” “Oh, you’re welcome, Bret,” Bambi smiles back.
The message we’ve sopped up like some wonder towel hyped by “Billy Mays here!” is, “No need to worry your pretty heads over all that boring stuff.” In the stead are titillating stories about Hollywood entertainers, amazing stories “You just won’t believe” about a dog who rescued his family from fire, and some gruesome murder, in some town, some thousand miles distant. (I’ve yet to discern why anyone outside the Bay area might have given the first damn concerning Scott and Lacy Peterson.)
And rather than trouble ourselves the least, gathering even a most rudimentary outline of history, of basic economics, of fundamental geography, of even the Constitution and some understanding how our own government works, we sate ourselves in mind-numbing amusement: House, Lost, Scrubs, The Biggest Loser, CSI, Ugly Betty, and much, much even more insulting fare; exactly what the corporate powers intend. And we laugh about our ignorance; not an embarrassed laugh, but a laugh that says, almost proudly, we just don’t care that we’ve become tragically ignorant. More important, likely most important to us, is whether the question, “Are we having fun?” can be answered affirmatively, or negatively. Iconic of our laconic disregard for much that doesn’t amuse was President Bush’s press secretary, Dana Perino, when she unembarrased announced, “I knew the Cuban Missile Crisis had something to do with Cuba and missiles.”
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Not counting the over-the-cliff mess we’re facing, all of the very worst — defined as the deepest and most protracted — recessions since the Great Depression occurred during Republican administrations: Eisenhower, and the two most destructive, both of which took place under Reagan. Now of course we have what commenced as a blind devotion to Reaganomics and the truly don’t ask/don’t tell, the “market” is self-correcting nonsense that was George W. Bush and his GOP sycophants in the House and Senate.
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