Romenesko links to a tale out of Salt Lake City, where two Tribune reporters got a tounge-lashing from their boss for assisting the National Enquirer in its coverage of the Jessica Smart kidnapping. Michael Vigh and Kevin Cantera claim they didn’t report for the tabloid, but gave background on the case to the notoriously inaccurate rag.
When the Enquirer, surprise, printed an inaccurate story, they cited the two Trib reporters as sources, which they denied.
Surprisingly, the two reporters were not fired immediately. So much for the Trib’s credibility. These two losers deserved to get fired. Their best contribution to journalism is to serve as a negative example of what happens to reporters who do business with vipers.
I was reminded of my one and only brush with tabloid journalism.
I was education reporter at the Jacksonville Journal-Courier. Jacksonville, Ill., is the site of the plant where many of EMI’s compact discs are manufactured. Country music star Garth Brooks was of their artists, and at the time was at the height of his popularity. One day, Brooks showed up to tour the plant and thank the workers for producing so many of his CDs. It was the biggest event of the year for this city and I was the reporter who covered it. Thousands of people showed up to see and hear Garth. The event lasted for hours because Brooks posed for pictures and signed autographs for anyone who asked. Garth met with school children, including blind and deaf children from nearby state-run schools. I watched as Garth’s wife as she stoically endured listing to women shout crude comments about her husband’s butt.
Brooks made a good impression on the people of this town.
Two days later, I was sitting at my desk working on some mundane school board story when I got a call from a person identifying himself as a reporter for the tabloid “Globe” newspaper. He was doing research and wanted to ask a few questions.
We heard a report that Garth and his wife had a fight during the tour. Not from what I saw, and I followed him around the place for several hours.
Did he look fat? Nope, I said. I should have Garth’s weight problem.
There was a blow-up wasn’t there? Absolutely not. He was completely gracious.
You know, we pay reporters for information. And there it was. The only time in my life I’ve been offered money to lie in print. “No thanks. I have a paycheck coming in and I want to keep it.” Click.
Years before, I worked in Canton, Ill. Fulton County was home to several weird characters, including one lady who made a cottage industry out of her experiences as a UFO abductee and of course sought out as much free newspaper coverage as she could get. We also got phone calls once a month or so from a lady who claimed her Christmas tree or her toaster was talking to her, and did we want to come over and write a story about it. Then there was the guy who wanted us to publish his manifesto about the need to build a huge starship for humanity could escape Earth’s imminent destruction.
A co-worker and I made plans to write these stories for the tabloids, but neither of us had the guts — or the stomachs — to seriously consider it. But, every once in a while, I think wonderful career I could have had making stuff up.
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