“Filming”

Is this where y’all film the news?

When I worked, as a poodle-headed youth, at my first TV news job in Mississippi, I’d hear that question.  It would come from folks touring WTVA-TV.  They would ask it upon entering the station’s airy studio, a familiar sight for viewers of Tupelo’s only TV station.

Photo by Bill Birdsong, official photographer for Gov. Lester Maddox

Photo by Bill Birdsong, official photographer for Gov. Lester Maddox

Why, of course we don’t “film” the news here, I would nonverbally retort while verbally saying “yes, ma’am, and thank you for watching.”  By 1980, TV news technology had mostly discarded film as a newsgathering medium, replacing it with reusable videotape.  Tape was cheaper, lasted longer, required less guesswork / science and could be “turned” instantly — bypassing the soupy processing film required to get the nitrate images onto the film emulsion that gave us motion pictures.

Film was a terrific newsgathering medium for those skilled in its use.  Dan Keever, pictured left,  was.  I was not.

I used film while at KOMU-TV Columbia MO in 1979.  My fellow University of Missouri students and I shot my final pre-graduation project on film.  I did such a poor job of hot-splice editing it that Mackie Morris authorized me to transfer the raw material over to videotape.  That project taught me how to edit tape-to-tape.  I never attempted to edit film again.

Despite the shift in technology, “film” never went away, at least as a verb to describe what one does with a mobile TV camera.   People would see us reloading videotape into our “minicams” (or, back in the early 80s, the clunky tape decks that attached by cable to minicams), and still talk about us filming the news.

Even today, I talk to young adults who grew up shooting video on Iphones — and they still use the word “film” to describe what they’re doing.

I think they may be onto something.

For most of my adult life, I would painstakingly make the distinction:  No, we are not “filming.”  But we are “videotaping,” which is the same thing minus the film canisters, the film processing and the quaint hot-splice editing.

But we no longer use videotape.  We use chips, or “cards,” which encode video into what is essentially a portable hard drive.  What’s the right verb / gerund for that?

“Shooting” is accurate, but it has other meanings and fails to convey that there’s a recording process underway.

“Videoing” is a gnarly word I can’t bring myself to use.  “Encoding” is a word that would require an explanation.

“Documenting” is cute, but has other meanings and sounds a bit pretentious, especially for a guy or gal standing at a string of crime scene tape.  You might-could use that word if you do it with an ironic smirk.

I could continue to say “videotaping,” but that would make us sound anachronistic.  That’s not a good thing at a time when local TV news is struggling to stay relevant to young people.

So aside from the absence of film, “filming” works.  It doesn’t require an explanation.  It’s universally understood and, despite the disappearance of film, remains widely used.  Plus, it’s part of the kids’ jargon.  So it’s a thing.

So yeah.  I’m now part of a film crew.

Y’all filming the news?  Why, yes ma’am.  And we’re damn glad you still know what “the news” is.

 

News cycle, recycled

The Cronut

The Cronut

We think we’re so smart.  Here we are, finger-poppin,’ pixel-packin’ 21st century multiplatform news media delivery entities, all fresh and hot like a doughnut-shaped croissant.

And yet — try as we might to innovate, to update our technology and our storytelling conventions, one truth emerges:  TV news is wedded to images, interviews, sound and narration.

Lonnie Holley 2014

Lonnie Holley 2014

Last year, WXIA’s Jaye Watson produced a story about Lonnie Holley, an eccentric folk artist who has an eye-catching art habitat southwest of Turner Field.  Watson’s story told Holley’s story, showed his turf and did so with a dazzling array of sound and video that brought life to the art and the befuddling artist.  The piece won photog / editor Nick Moròn a first-place NPPA mention in its third quarter clip contest.

Lonnie Holley 1998-ish

Lonnie Holley 1998-ish

Now rewind 15 years, or so.  Yours truly visited the same artist at his previous habitat in Birmingham, AL.  The stories are remarkably similar, except Moròn and Watson used shorter and more frequent nat sound pops.  Watson’s writing is a bit crisper and cleverer. Mine had the editorial benefit of a conflict between Holley and the neighboring airport.  Mine was ably shot by Rodney Hall and edited by Andi Larner.  We let Holley’s rambling descriptions of his art play out in slightly longer bursts. We didn’t win diddly squat.  I don’t remember entering it in any contests.

How much of a difference does 17 years make?  Not much, it turns out.  In 1998, Hall and Larner and I produced a piece looking at the 50th anniversary of a killing in Coweta County that became the subject of a book and movie.

I wrote a kind-of throwaway line at the end of the piece, speculating about whether the road named after the killer was “the only road in America named for a man executed for murder.”  That line became the premise of a story Steve Flood and I produced this month, which also looked back at the killing and the why folks on John Wallace’s home turf still cling to the legend of the executed killer.

I hadn’t re-watched the 1998 piece prior to shooting the 2015 piece with Flood.  Instead, we independently had the stroke of genius to shoot a jittery / grainy re-enactment sequence of the 1948 highway chase that led to the killing.

Exactly like the 1998 piece, it turned out.  Innovative?  OK, not really.  But watchable?  Arguably, yes.  It used sound and pictures and interviews and narration, our familiar tools.

The biggest difference:  The reporter’s mom jeans, conspicuous in the late 90s Holley piece, had thankfully disappeared by 2015.

The awkward chase

Believe it or not, I actually like some Georgia politicians.  My favorites, of course, are the ones who return my calls / texts and readily agree to interviews on short notice.  Atlanta city councilman Michael Julian Bond is one of them.

Michael Julian Bond dodges Catie Beck

Michael Julian Bond dodges Catie Beck

So yeah, I cringed a bit when I found out that my new-ish coworker, WXIA investigative reporter Catie Beck, was producing a story about Bond’s use of his city council expense account to pay for personal stuff.  The evidence was convincing.  Catie had the story cold.

Then came the follow up — after the original story — when Bond took a plane trip to Boston and Catie and photog Shawn Hoder followed him there.  He’d gotten the city to pay for his travel to a conference that he never attended.  Catie not only had the story cold, but Bond had been nailed a second time for the same offense.

It was not an attractive moment for a guy I liked and respected.

Catie Beck, WXIA

Catie Beck, WXIA

(By the way, Catie and Shawn and another new-to-Atlanta investigative reporter, Brendan Keefe, are three excellent reasons why you people – and I’m pointing and wagging my finger here — ought to be glued to the news programming of WXIA-TV!)

Councilman Bond had many fans at WXIA.  We could call him day, night or weekends and if he could help us do our jobs, he would.

Tuesday, Common Cause Georgia planned to appear at the Atlanta city council meeting to call for Bond’s resignation.  Catie and Shawn had a double-secret investigative shoot planned for that day, so I got to cover it.

I called Bond.  He answered the phone.  “It’s Doug from your favorite TV station…” I started, a weak effort to lighten the overture.  I heard silence.  I stammered on, requesting an interview.

Not gonna do it, Bond answered.  He said he felt like he hadn’t gotten a fair shake from my TV station.  In particular, he didn’t like the station ballyhooing the investigative story in promotional spots.

The complaints sounded nitpicky, but perhaps understandable coming from a proud guy who, a few days earlier, had essentially admitted to the central facts of Catie’s story to the city ethics agency.

“Your organization has treated me shabbily,” he concluded.  The phone conversation ended cordially.  Bond wasn’t blaming me personally, but was disinclined to play ball with the news organization that had exposed his behavior.

At the city council meeting, I saw Bond exit his seat and head toward the door to the foyer.  Mike Zakel and I bolted from the press room and spotted him in a public hallway.  I stood there with a mic.  Yes, Bond had already told me “no” to an interview.  I had to ask him again with Zakel’s camera recording it.

Councilman Bond declines to chat

Councilman Bond declines to chat

It was an awkward moment.  “I know you’re recording me,” he said.  “Yes sir, we are,” I answered.  I asked a question.  He stopped and calmly reminded me that he had declined my earlier request for an interview.  “I wanted to give you another chance,” I said.  Bond demurred again.

At that point, I might have started firing specific questions at him, knowing he wouldn’t answer and knowing he would probably walk away.  Instead, I backed off and let him return to the council chamber.  I had what I needed.

“Good to see you, Doug,” Bond said as we parted company, a moment of civility that Bond could have easily skipped.

Elaine Boyer. AJC photo

Elaine Boyer. AJC photo

When DeKalb County commissioner Elaine Boyer appeared in federal court last year following a guilty plea, it set up another awkward moment.  Boyer was another politician I liked.  She was especially helpful providing interviews about the misbehavior of other politicians.

Boyer was about to enter a guilty plea to a charge of misusing county funds, an allegation first exposed by the AJC.

When I entered the courtroom, I walked up to the defense table and said hi.  Boyer smiled and greeted me, as she always had.  And then she looked at me and said: “I’m sorry.”

I was too.

 

Punchline

Two years ago, the Little Five Points Halloween parade included a very amusing “Murder Kroger” float.  Staffed by people carrying toy weapons and dressed as bloody murder victims, the float paid comic homage to a grocery store on Ponce de Leon Ave. whose nickname has been, for years, a dark civic punchline.BnyxKqL

That punchline drove a story I produced on a slow Friday in November. I’d spotted a blog that said that the renovated “Murder Kroger” was scheduling a grand re-opening under a new name, the “Beltline Kroger.”

My story started with one line acknowledging a 1991 killing that begat the nickname.  It used a music video by a local band that had done a song called “Murder Kroger,” adding evidence to the name’s presence in the culture.  It was capped with an amusing moment while interviewing a longtime shopper, who both acknowledged the enduring nickname, while touting the store’s low prices and manager’s specials.

“Bargains to die for” I rejoined, and he chuckled in agreement.

Ha ha.

A few days later, a woman contacted DeMarco Morgan, one of 11Alive’s news anchors.  Without rancor, she quietly identified herself as the sister of the victim in the 1991 murder case.  DeMarco passed the info to reporter Jeremy Campbell.  Jeremy had actually produced a “Murder Kroger” story nearly a year earlier, which noted that the store had begun a renovation with an eye on upgrading its reputation.

Jeremy talked to the woman by phone.  She sent him her sister’s funeral brochure.  She also sent him a VHS cassette with TV coverage of the original case.

Jeremy hunted down a VHS machine and popped in the tape.  He saw a fuzzy-headed youngster named Doug Richards doing a live shot outside the Kroger store one evening, tossing to a piece that showed police at the crime scene.  It also had some sound with Danny Agan, the homicide detective who often spoke to news folk outside the old “homicide task force” building on Somerset Dr., just a couple blocks east of the Masquerade off North Ave.

Cynthia Prioleau

Cynthia Prioleau

25 year old Cynthia Prioleau was attacked as she tried to walk into the Kroger store to buy some groceries on April 1, 1991.  Jeremy  reported that the murder is still unsolved.

In the 1991 live shot, that youthful TV news goon had memorized a detailed narrative of the confrontation leading to Prioleau’s death.  There was a lateral 90 degree walk that more-or-less showed the dark parking lot, revealing the lighted facade of the grocery store.  There was an abundance of gestures, occasionally revealing a handful of cables that attached the reporter’s earpiece to the phone line delivering the broadcast audio and control room cues.  There was ample sincerity and dark curly hair.

The story, in hindsight, was clearly told — conveying the horror of the crime without stepping into sensationalistic turf.  Yet there was also a bit of mangled syntax, some misplaced words that mistakenly told the audience that the confrontation happened “as she was walking through the grocery store” after I’d already established that the crime took place in the parking lot.  My train of thought has always been an unsteady, derailment-prone vehicle.

Needless to say, latter-day Doug had completely forgotten that he had covered this particular bit of violence 23 years earlier.

The VHS tape also had coverage from WSB and WXIA, their anchors narrating similar video.  WAGA’s coverage, however, including two more packages — one dayside followup by Morse Diggs, and another nightside folo by yours truly.  My second story included a silhouette interview with the victim’s grieving sister– the same woman who contacted DeMarco Morgan more than two decades later–  and a parking lot standup where I’m holding a canister of pepper spray.  So the evidence shows I covered the “murder Kroger” story on two consecutive days.

How could I forget?

Richard Hyde - Fulton Daily Report photo

Richard Hyde – Fulton Daily Report photo

In 1991, working nightside, crime was a staple of my work at WAGA.  It seemed to be what the viewers wanted.  My bossfolk wanted it.  Our nightside assignment editor, Richard Hyde, was an ex-cop who reveled in catching police scanner tidbits and gleefully sending me out into the fray.  Because he was good at it, it made me look good as a breaking news guy.  I was a big fan of Hyde and embraced the role we played together.  (Hyde was also an outstanding contact for disgruntled cops who wanted to sic the news media on APD’s management, run at that time by the colorful Chief Eldrin Bell.)

Hyde is still stirring the pot, getting judges fired for misconduct in his role with the state Judicial Qualifications Commission.  He also lent the investigative chops to the crew appointed by Gov. Sonny Perdue to investigate the APS cheating scandal.  I’m still his biggest fan.

Point being:  I covered a lot of crime.  Lots of yellow tape.  Lots of morgue hearses.  Lots of soundbites with Sgt / Lt. Agan on Somerset Dr.

So that horrifying moment in the grocery store parking lot became part of the blur of random violence delivered to an audience both enthralled and numbed by the nightly parade of yellow tape, produced by a kid who believed he was giving the people what they wanted.  And then forgot about it as quickly as possible.

My bud Jeremy Campbell has a TV news blog too!  Start your 2015 by giving it a click here!

Hotheads

I’ll admit it.  I was a bit nervous after the grand jury in St. Louis County declined to indict the Ferguson MO police officer who shot and killed Michael Brown.  That night, violence had erupted in Ferguson.  Protestors in Atlanta had already planned events for the following day.

As the grand jury report was unveiled, somebody named Thomas Gibbons sent me an unsettling tweet.  It had a humorous touch, but the sender’s profile pic also showed a young man pointing a pistol.  I retweeted it, just because I was impressed that he was familiar enough with my bio to reference events 22 years previous.

retweetI was a bit sullen during the morning editorial meeting the following day.  My colleagues pitched a lot of pretty great ideas that related the Ferguson story to the Atlanta market.  I was not so clever.  At the end of the meeting, the managing editor asked what people thought might happen that day.  I ended up blurting out what, in hindsight, was a rather alarmist speech.

I’m expecting the worst. I  hope I’m wrong.  But we should all expect to be targets. It only takes a few hotheads to make it turn ugly.

Whatever happens today won’t just be about Ferguson.  It’ll be about a lifetime of frustration, experienced by people in metro Atlanta who genuinely believe they — or their friends or family or neighbors —  have been mistreated by police and by the justice system.  Most of us at this table don’t understand that frustration first-hand.  Today will provide an opportunity for such folks to gather and make an emphatic statement..

This will be a target-poor environment .  Government buildings will be well protected.  Police will be armed.   News crews will be unprotected.  Like it or not, people with cameras and microphones will represent “the man” in the eyes of folks looking to lash out.  We need to be very careful.

The editorial meeting ended with a bit of a chill.  I found myself shaking as I retreated to my desk.

Fortunately, the protests were much more like Occupy Atlanta than they were like Rodney King.  Police gave the protestors a pretty wide berth, up until the point that they decided to march on the I-75/85 Downtown Connector.

Who knew that, at that point, a few hotheads in law enforcement would become the problem.

(Oh, wait — that was kind of the whole point of the protest…)

When the protestors ventured down the ramp to the interstate highway, news crews followed.  The protestors blocked traffic.  Police who’d followed told photogs to stay on the shoulder.

In custody: 11Alive photog Tyson Paul

In custody: WXIA photog Tyson Paul

11Alive photog Tyson Paul was among them.  There came a moment when he watched some cops physically remove some protestors from a lane of traffic and put them in a paddy wagon.  Tyson turned to shoot it.  Then he felt a cop grab his wrist.  His camera lurched to the left.  His voice is heard on the video saying “I’m with channel eleven.”  The cop orders him to put his camera down.  He was taken to Turner Field, where he was processed into the city jail along with a couple dozen arrested protestors.

It’s unclear why the cops singled out Tyson — and Creative Loafing freelancer John Ruch.  Ruch was arrested on a sidewalk outside APD’s Zone 5 precinct on Spring St.  Here’s the last photo he took before the cops cuffed him.  (If Ruch has published a first-hand account of his experience, I can’t find it.)

Photo by John Ruch, Creative Loafing

Photo by John Ruch, Creative Loafing

I have always heard that it’s illegal to just take a stroll on an interstate highway — even in the emergency lane.  Obviously, if your car is disabled, that’s one thing; but many interstate highways have signs that say “no pedestrians.”  It’s quite likely that by following the protestors onto the highway, the news crews broke a law.

But Tyson is a pretty fearless photog.  He followed his instinct to follow the story.

When they got onto the highway, Tyson says cops actually advised him to confine himself to the shoulder in order to avoid running afoul of law enforcement. The young Atlanta cop who cuffed him apparently wasn’t part of that conversation.

He spent the night in jail.  The next morning, a municipal court judge dropped the charge against Tyson.  When Tyson went to court, he had his first face-to-face encounter with Jennifer Rigby, 11Alive’s new news director.  She started work last week, and made a point of attending the early morning court hearing.

Thankfully, I was wrong about the protests.  The police, however, surprised me.  As somebody said– it only takes a few hotheads to make it turn ugly.

Friday, the Atlanta Police public affairs unit is hosting one of its regular “get to know us” sessions for the news media.  This one may be worth attending.

 

 

 

 

 

Rushing the rope line

In a moment of admitted self-indulgence, the blogger interviews himself.

Hey, Doug!  Did you irritate some PR people last week?!?

It’s kind of the story of my life.

Which ones?

Rosalyn, Jason, Kate and Jimmy Carter

Rosalyn, Jason, Kate and Jimmy Carter

The publicists / handlers for Jason Carter and Michelle Nunn, the Democrats running for Governor and US Senate in Georgia.

What’d you do?

In both instances, I was trying to access and interview ex-presidents who had attended and spoke at events on behalf of their candidates.  The publicists didn’t want me to do that.

So what happened?

In Columbus GA, Jason Carter held a public rally with his grandfather Jimmy Carter.  After we arrived, the candidate’s PR guy, Bryan Thomas, said President Carter wouldn’t be doing any interviews.

But you tried anyway?

Well– yeah! After their speeches, President Carter worked a rope line in front of the stage, shaking hands with folks.  Photog Mike Zakel and I went to the rope line.  President Carter was right in front of us.  I asked him a couple of questions.  He kind of answered, kinda didn’t.

And that angered the campaign guy?

Afterward, Thomas snarled that I was “out of line.” Some other reporters were griping to him that they didn’t get the chance to question Carter that I did.

Was it worth it?

President Carter, on the rope line

President Carter, on the rope line

Yes and no.  The material was barely usable.  Carter, at age 90, is still sharper than I will ever be, but he’s very softspoken.  There was music thumping in the background, so the audio wasn’t clean.  After my piece aired, a manager told me that I looked like I was ambushing an elderly man, suggesting it was not a very attractive moment for me.

So why do it?

There’s a principle involved.  An ex-president is a public person.  He was at an event open to the public.  Jimmy Carter has answered very few questions about his grandson’s campaign, mostly with newspaper folk.  Carter is smart and experienced. If he wanted to talk to a local TV news goon at a rope line, he would have.  And Carter knows how to say “no.”  But it was his decision, not the campaign’s.

And then you did it again?

The Carter event was Monday.  Friday, Bill Clinton stumped on behalf of Michelle Nunn.

And they didn’t want you to interview Clinton?

Before the event started, Nunn’s communications guy Nathan Click said Clinton wasn’t doing any interviews.

I wonder why a campaign wouldn’t want an ex-president to do any interviews?

Clinton and Nunn

Clinton and Nunn

Campaigns are all about controlling their message.  They seem to mostly view the news media as an uncontrollable presence capable of getting unflattering stories spread online.  Frequently, Nunn’s campaign held events this year that got little to no advance notice, keeping the media away so that the campaign could control the message.

So, same scenario as Carter?

Kind of.  A rope line formed at the front, near the podium, as the room filled up.  There was a riser in the back, overcrowded with photographers.  An hour before the event started, I went to the rope line.  I saw some people there I knew.  I also had a wireless mic with me.  Zakel stayed on the riser with his camera.

Seems pretty harmless so far.

Nunn had a bunch of handlers there.  One of them picked me out of the crowd and ordered me back to the riser.  Since the event hadn’t started, I persuaded her to let me chat with my acquaintances, one of whom was an old WAGA coworker.  The handler allowed me to chat with her for a few more minutes and stood there the whole time.

Did you stay at the rope line?

The corner of the room where I wanted to chat with Clinton, as viewed from the riser.

The distant corner of the room where I wanted to chat with Clinton, as viewed from the riser.

I probably would have if the Nunn people hadn’t been so adamant about my departure.  I had nothing to gain by stalking an empty podium, so I figured I would go back to the riser and try the rope line again after the speechmaking ended.

So the public was allowed to wander the room, but you weren’t?

Yes.  As is often the case nowadays, having a press pass actually gives the holder less access than the general public has.  It’s BS.  Out of principle, it must be resisted.

You sound mighty high-minded there with your “principle.” A lot of news media haters would view that as an oxymoron.

Not my fault some people give my business a bad name.  The principle is the news media is merely an extension of the general public, except that we write about / document events.  It  means that because the general public can take pictures, shoot video and write whatever they want, those of us in the professional media must insist on the same kind of access the general public has.  Or more.  But never less.

Plus, one can argue that any political campaign that talks about the value of transparency in the public arena is being a bit inconsistent when it curbs media access at events that are open to the public.

So you stayed in your little news media area like a good boy?

After the event ended, I broke free of the riser and made my way to the rope line with my wireless mic.  It took about a minute for a Nunn handler to order me away.  I resisted, arguing that I can go where the general public is allowed.  Meantime, President Clinton was working the rope line and slowly approaching my spot.

Was there a discussion?

There were several discussions with three different Nunn handlers.  I rejected the suggestion that I had agreed to stay on the riser; no such restriction was made in advance of the event.  Then they said the Secret Service didn’t want me on the rope line, which I knew to be baloney (if the Secret Service wanted me gone, I’d have been visited by a guy who talked into his wrist, not a fresh-faced campaign staffer). Then they said “New York” didn’t want me there. Turned out “New York” was the Clinton Global Initiative.  I judged that to be baloney too.

Meantime, Clinton is getting closer.  You really thought you were going to interview that guy?

I’d done it before at rope lines.  Each time, I asked a question or two and Clinton answered in far more length than I could possibly use.  The guy likes to talk and he’s good at it.  It’s the reason he was there for Nunn.

So you stayed and interviewed Clinton?

No.  I retreated back to the riser.

Why?

I began to weigh my circumstances.  Zakel’s camera was still at the riser, forty feet away.  He and the rest of the photogs stayed put when the Nunn people told them to do so.  The noise level was high; there was loud music playing as Clinton worked the rope line.  I figured my odds of getting usable material was slim, especially if the Nunn people ratcheted up their interference.

Meantime, an argument formed in my head that the Nunn people should have made, but didn’t:   This was a ticketed event. Everybody in the room had been invited by the Nunn campaign, including me.  So this wasn’t a “public” event per se.  I was there as Nunn’s guest.  I was somewhat obliged to play nice, even though no ground rules were laid out prior to my acceptance of their invitation.

So they were right and you were wrong?

No!  I was right and they were wrong.  I was doing my job by trying to interview Clinton.   I was right in attempting to access the same space accessed by the general public.  They should have allowed it, in the spirit of accessibility and transparency.  The “rope line” interview is commonplace.

I am happy to respectfully entertain contrasting opinions in the comments section below.

So you retreated in shame, and the Nunn people were still angry at you.

They never said they were.  Like most political campaigns, they’re pretty good at shaking off stuff like this.  But the whole thing was awkward, and a bit chilly afterward.

What would you have asked Clinton?

Still not sure about that, but I’m sure Clinton would have answered at length and added something interesting to the story.

Last question: Are you awesome, or what?

If only.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Highlights from an election season

photo(6)Covering the 2014 election has been fulfilling and entertaining.  It’s also been very “clubby.” I can count on seeing the same reporters from WSB and the AJC at most events that I cover, with occasional visits from WABE and GPB radio.  I almost never see reporters from WAGA or WGCL.

I can understand why news managers might decide to pass on politics.  Specifically, audience research tends to show that political coverage isn’t much of a crowd-pleaser.  I suspect that TV viewers are so annoyed by political commercials that they don’t want to see another layer of their least-favorite pols taking up valuable dog-rescue space on the local news.

I’m very grateful that my two supervisors, Ellen Crooke and Matt King, have opted to interpret  that research within the framework of a TV newsroom’s traditional responsibilities to ask reasonable questions of those seeking positions of power.

My moments covering politics have included some pretty great highlights, including but not limited to

Mike Zakel has gotten a haircut since a GOP tracker captured this moment

Mike Zakel has gotten a haircut since a GOP tracker captured this moment

  • Spotting the image of WXIA photog Mike Zakel looming ominously in an anti-Jason Carter Republican Governors Association ad;
  • Spotting my cast-covered right wrist holding a mic in another anti-Carter ad (my still-broken wrist is improving, thanks);
  • Taking my mom, who is visiting from California and took me to my first political rally as a ten-year old, to the debates at the fairgrounds in Perry.   (We watched 5-7 year olds competitively ride sheep beforehand.)
  • Abundant emails in my inbox from candidates and their surrogates that aggressively suggest stories about why the other guy sucks;
  • Suggesting (and getting) a do-over from a candidate who awkwardly walked away in the middle of a contentious Q&A;
  • Getting that candidate to subsequently vow to never again walk away in the middle of a press scrum;
  • Getting a grammatically incorrect emailed statement from a candidate’s PR person — which I ran as-is when the publicist declined my suggestion to correct the grammar;
  • Watching two lesser-known statewide candidates crash a Jason Carter press conference;

    Women for Deal on the left, women for Carter on the right

    Women for Deal on the left, women for Carter on the right

  • Watching “women for Michelle Nunn” and “women for Nathan Deal” events get crashed by women backing their opponents;
  • Getting accused (incorrectly) by the staff of one candidate of attending a fundraiser for that candidate’s opponent;
  • Nearly getting Rep. Jack Kingston to play on my over-45 old-guy baseball team;
  • Seeing a retired WAGA assignment editor, Tammy Lloyd Clabby, at a Women for Nunn rally, decrying salary inequality in the news business.

    The unforgettable Tammy Lloyd Clabby

    The unforgettable Tammy Lloyd Clabby

As with much of our business, there is a sometimes tense, often amusing love-hate relationship candidates and their staff have with the news media.  Campaigns will occasionally issue press releases citing some story I’ve done (or the AJC or WSB) as proof positive of why their opponent isn’t fit to breathe the air of the Peach State, much less run for office.  Conversely, the same campaigns are quick to bust out text messages or emails squawking about a perfectly reasonable story that they wish I’d handled differently or overlooked completely.

photoThe adjacent text message exchange exemplifies it perfectly.  The text writer (we’ll call him “Brian,” the publicist for a GOP incumbent seeking re-election) had clobbered me for a story I’d done a few days earlier, then subsequently offered a hint of praise for another story.  This prompted me to ask him, tongue in cheek, to “make up your mind” about whether I was a right- or left-wing stooge.

His answer resulted in a genuine out-loud guffaw.  (He also agreed to let me post it here, knowing that you’d probably figure out who “Brian” is.)

Point being:  Those news entities that have sidestepped covering politics should maybe reconsider.  Lord knows, the campaigns are filling the coffers of their TV stations with cash from sweet, sweet political advertising.  One could argue that their viewers deserve a chance to see those people in a real-world context, answering questions posed by genuine newsm’n and women.

Plus, they’d further distract the already-overworked staffs of the candidates, perhaps divert their affection and ire, and add to an already gloriously-confused story.