Evasive action

They lie all the time.  It’s their job.

The speaker was a TV news type for whom I have great respect, a “house cat” who makes the gears turn in a newsroom while we “alley cats” — eg. reporters and photographers — gather the material used to fill newscasts.

The subject was a fib — a series of them, actually — told by a publicist for a politician.  The lie was substantial and provable.  The publicist was a youngster whom I’d found to be pretty impressive under difficult circumstances, until this incident.  Called on it, she quickly apologized and repented.

I had found the lie to be outrageous.  The speaker found me to be naïve.  They lie.  It’s part of their job, she said, referring to both politicians and their PR flacks.

It’s a sad hypothesis.  Perhaps my world, populated as it is with unicorns and rainbows, overlooks the cold realities of politics and communications.

First, “lies” are clearly part of the currency of politics, an accusation that’s thrown around with casual frequency.  Because politicians have so cheapened the word, listeners aren’t outraged by “lies” much — especially because they know there’s a good chance that the accuser is also lying about the alleged lie.

But that stuff is usually confined to campaigns.  Once they actually take office, the politician and his staff usually assume a more professional posture.  This includes being reasonably straight with the news media.  If they want to dodge a direct question, they’ll avoid it or talk around it.  They may even misdirect you, if you’re pursuing a story they don’t like.  But in my experience, political office-holders and their publicists are very careful about crossing the line into bald-faced lying.  If they lie, you usually have to work pretty hard to expose it.

Part of the reason for that:  They want reporters and other politicians to be truthful with them.  They know they can’t expect truthfulness if they lie.

This leads to another troubling hypothesis:  Reporters lie all the time.  It’s part of their job.

I fear that a lot of people believe this.  They hear about the occasional Stephen Glass or Dan Rather incident, and they apply the knowledge to our profession as a whole.  Or they hear the word “lie” bandied about in politics, and automatically apply it to the news media.  Likewise, the viewpoints expressed in newspaper editorial pages or Fox News or MSNBC confuse people and contribute to this cynicism.

There can be gamesmanship in reporting.  If a reporter is trying to uncover certain concealed information, he cannot always be completely forthcoming in his effort to get it.  We can’t reveal everything we know while making inroads to get the information.  Nor can we reveal every question we intend to ask in advance.

We may even fudge the subject matter, but honorably and truthfully so.  For example, we may request an interview with a politician about his “campaign,” when we really want to ask about the crooks backing his campaign.

The use of hidden cameras is deceptive by definition (and much criticized, and ought to be used only when it’s the only way to expose wrongdoing).  Stories that use them only contribute to our reputations as a profession that is slippery and evasive.

So in pursuit of the truth, reporters may withhold information as part of the newsgathering process.  If questioned by somebody trying to conceal the truth, the reporter may resort to the same type of evasion used by publicists trying to steer the questioner away.

Gamesmanship is part of the job.  But flat-out lying is out-of-bounds.  It’s dishonorable and it’s unprofessional– whether the liar is a reporter, a newsmaker, or a publicist.

So no, they don’t lie all the time.  It’s not part of their job.

And in my next post, I would like to introduce you to Clyde, my personal unicorn.

Unanswerable questions

Hemy Neuman

The Hemy Neuman murder trial will go to the jury this week, and reporters covering the trial will have to brace themselves.  This is the part of the trial where anxious and perhaps inexperienced newsroom personnel will ask them unanswerable questions regarding the verdict and the coverage thereof.   Fortunately, nobody in my newsroom will ask these questions.  They know better.  But as a public service, let me spare the rest of you the embarrassment by answering the unanswerable right now.

How long do you think the jury will deliberate?  This question gets asked with greater frequency the longer the deliberations take place.  In the Neuman trial, the facts of the crime are undisputed.  The question is whether Hemy Neuman was legally insane.  It’s easy to expect a quick verdict in this case, but I wouldn’t bet on it.  The jury will have three options:  Guilty, not guilty by reason of insanity — or, a compromise:  Guilty but insane.  This may muddle the deliberations for hours or even days.

On the other hand, they could reach a verdict within minutes.  The answer to this unanswerable question:  Nobody knows.  Quit asking.

What do you think the verdict will be?   This isn’t a completely silly question.   It’s fair game, if you’ve got time to kill and wish to speculate.  After covering the murder trials of Melvin Ramsey and David Walker in DeKalb County in 2002, I thought a verdict of “guilty” was a slam dunk.  The jury completely fooled me, and acquitted the men charged with killing Sheriff-elect Derwin Brown.

So the question is speculative and largely irrelevant, but you can ask.  Go ahead.

Melvin Walker and David Ramsey

Will the attorneys talk to us after the verdict?  Probably.  It’s almost guaranteed that whichever side wins the case will talk to the news media afterward, probably in a cluster on the courthouse steps about 45 minutes after the verdict is returned.  In this case, both the prosecution and defense are staffed by experienced, media-savvy adults.  They’ll talk.  They’ll even take turns.

Will members of the jury talk to us after the verdict?  This is the most intriguing question of the day, and it’s unanswerable until the jurors are actually asked.  The media cannot approach jurors prior to the conclusion of the trial, so there’s no way to know until after they’re dismissed.

Sometimes, savvy judges will give jurors a heads-up that the media would like to talk with them after a trial. Sometimes, those jurors willing to discuss the evidence and their deliberations will, with the blessing of the judge, appear in the courtroom after the trial is over and take questions in front of the pool camera that’s set up in the courtroom.  This is the most civilized approach.  But it usually requires the help of a media-savvy judge who knows that the alternative is for his jurors to get chased out of the courthouse by a gaggle of cameras.

Some jurors want to put the trial behind them immediately once they reach a verdict, and clam up.  Others view an encounter with the news media as somewhat cleansing (really), where they get to vent publicly about this-or-that piece of evidence or witness.   Juror comments are almost always the most enlightening postgame analyses of trials.

Can we get a one-on-one interview with the judge?  Judges have no good reason to talk to reporters about criminal cases, and the exceptions tend to send up red flags.  So, no.

That said, call the judge’s office if you want.  You can hear the answer first hand.

Poker face

It’s no secret that the visual demands of TV news are both a blessing and a curse.  The blessings are what keep us in business:   We can show you motion pictures, unlike newspapers and radio.  Plus, there’s that whole “personality” thing embodied by the likes of Monica Pearson, whose retirement announcement was heartily welcomed by newsrooms across Atlanta.

The curse is this:  We sometimes spend inordinate amounts of time developing visual gimmicks to tell stories.  Reporters and photographers frequently have to make their own graphics nowadays from gnarly cookie-cutter templates.  We’re told to perform clever, story-advancing standups — which frequently merely result in reporters walking and gesturing and whatnot.

The octagon

I killed most of Friday tying together loose ends from a two-week period spent covering a murder trial, and Newt Gingrich campaigning in Georgia.   And I spent an inordinate amount of time on a bit of performance art that may or may not have given our viewers valuable information about how Georgia’s Republican convention delegates will be allocated following the March 6 primary.

Ben Mayer, our Manager of Content wünderkind, walked in with the research in hand.   He’d figured out the complex formula that would divide the state’s 76 convention delegates, based on votes statewide and within Congressional districts.

Do something interesting with it, I was told during the morning editorial meeting.  Using conventional graphics, it was strongly suggested, would be too easy.

Use marbles!  suggested Julie Wolfe helpfully.  Somebody else suggested using old-school jacks as props.  Somebody suggested baseball cards.

Due to the deleterious effects of a concert I’d attended the previous evening, I wasn’t thinking too clearly.  I was sold on using marbles, but the idea of watching them rolling around uncontrollably as props gave me pause.

Then Dan Reilly, the photog assigned to shoot this looming disaster, suggested using poker chips.  The fog began to clear as I envisioned poker chips and a poker table.  I banged out a short script based on Mayer’s research.

A small circle of Atlanta media folk and other miscreants will recognize the poker table that I schlepped from my house to the studio.

The poker table was necessary because its edge has eight chip-holding pockets.   Since the piece would explain the allocation of delgates-as-poker chips, the schtick would require the chips to have a place to go.

The woman who’d gotten me into these straits, Julie Wolfe, helpfully noted that WXIA promotions guy and artist Bryan Hendrix had previously created caricatures of the four GOP candidates.  While I went home to fetch the table and some poker chips, Reilly assembled the art.

I’m not completely convinced the piece was illuminating.  But it was different.  One particular line required more than a dozen takes, due to my inability to get the poker chips to land in exactly the right spot.  Maximizing my productivity, I edited a quick Suspicious Package segment (below) based on this exercise in near-futility.

The upshot was that I’d spent almost zero time on reportage this particular day, while spending lots of time on television production.  The two tasks are mutually exclusive during the creation of a story, but seem to magically integrate by the time it gets on TV.

At the end of the piece, I crudely threw a handful of poker chips on the table, where the four caricatures stood.  We’d had trouble keeping the caricatures upright during the shoot.  Reilly and I reckoned that the tossed poker chips would knock over the artwork like bowling pins.

To our amazement, the artwork stayed upright.  On TV, it looked like we’d planned it that way.

If only we were that good.

Within the pool

What’s she doing in the shot?!?

The question erupted in the press room of the Hemy Neuman murder trial.  The courtroom camera was fixed on Andrea Sneiderman, who was seated in the gallery of the courtroom.  Mrs. Sneiderman was having a visible reaction to some of the opening statements made by attorneys at the start of the trial.

Fleischer, to the left, and Mrs. Sneiderman

The pool feed, shot by Turner Broadcasting’s Tru TV (formerly Court TV), showed Sneiderman in the second row of the courtroom audience.  Seated in the row in front of her was WSB-TV reporter Jodie Fleischer.  And Fleischer was plainly in the shot, slightly out of focus, screen left of Mrs. Sneiderman.

Nothing against Fleischer, a fine reporter who recently won a prestigious Columbia-duPont award.  But given a choice, most reporters at WSB’s competitors would prefer to minimize the visual presence of competing reporters in their stories.

For those who haven’t followed, Hemy Neuman has pleaded not guilty by reason of insanity.  He claims an angel who looks like Olivia Newton John, and  demon resembling Barry White, convinced him to gun down Rusty Sneiderman outside a day care center in Dunwoody.  Neuman was infatuated with the victim’s wife Andrea.  Andrea Sneiderman called Neuman a “stalker,” but other testimony suggests she returned the defendant’s affections prior to her husband’s killing.  Mrs. Sneiderman faces no criminal charge, and is the most intriguing character in the case.

There are two ways to watch a criminal trial.  One way is to sit in the courtroom.  In Federal court, that’s the only choice, because the US Supreme Court continues to illogically ban TV cameras from federal courtrooms.  In local courts — where cameras are allowed –  reporters can also sit in the courtroom.  By doing so, you can watch things that aren’t on the pool TV feed, including the jury’s reaction to testimony.  You can learn subtle nuances of the case from sitting in the courtroom.

Barry White

But when you’re facing successive deadlines starting at noon (yes, there are still newscasts at noon, and they frequently get staffed by actual reporters covering actual stories.  Ask your grandparents, or your out-of-work uncle), then TV reporters have to watch the pool feed.

In the Neuman trial, the pool feed goes into a room in the basement of the courthouse, four stories below the actual courtroom.  The room has no windows, no cell phone service and intermittent wifi.  But it has a clean audio and video feed of the trial — the same feed you can see on 11alive.com all day (or channel 211 on your Comcast cable; 11.2 over-the-air on your HD TV thing).

In the press room, the feed goes into machines that read time code.  The time code enables TV reporters to quickly and accurately locate interesting tidbits of testimony or other courtroom yammer.  To edit their stories, they have to schlep outdoors to a live truck parked in front of the DeKalb County Courthouse.

From left: Yours truly, Lewis, Renee Starzyk of WGCL, WGCL mystery photog, Portia Bruner of WAGA

But the best reason to watch the pool feed:  You can yell at the TV.  You can make witty comments about the testimony.  You can analyze the characters out loud, with maturity and restraint, of course.

This is the deep end of the pool.  There’s no snarky commentary whatsoever.  We’re all professionals here.

Olivia Newton John

Some of us play roles.  WXIA’s Duffie Dixon is among those with the steel-trap memory of the case from the get-go.  WSB radio’s Jon Lewis is the legal consultant.  Others are lay psychologists, failed murder mystery novelists, twisted marriage consultants and would-be humorists.

I occasionally play the role of Andrea Sneiderman’s apologist, only because I know I’ll get heckled when I do so.

And then there’s Fleischer.  She played no role in the press room on the trial’s first day because she was in the courtroom, horning in on the pool video, forced to sit in silence, while the rest of us yelled at the TVs.  Her WSB coworker Mike Petchinek manned the feed.

But by the trial’s second day, she sensibly moved out of the pool feed spotlight and into the windowless basement room with the rest of us.

Calista, Jill and me

Q:  Callista.  That’s an unusual name, no?

Newt and Callista Gingrich

A:  Well, there’s Calista Flockhart.

That bit of chit-chat followed an encounter with the wife of Newt Gingrich last weekend.  I’ve made smalltalk with Mrs. Gingrich once, and the weather was the subject.  My encounter with Calista Flockhart, the actress, was much more interesting, though not because of her.

Early in the history of a TV series called Aly McBeal, Fox decided to invite affiliates to supply extras for the show.  Aly typically ended its episodes with a dance scene in a bar, with pianist/singer Vonda Shepard supplying the soundtrack.  The local news invitees would perform as extras in the bar scene, and shoot news stories about their experiences for the folks back home.

For some reason, WAGA asked me to do it.  Andi Larner edited the piece.  The 1997 video shows that unlike me, Russ Spencer hasn’t aged a day.

The story is arguably interesting because of the setup.  Fox wouldn’t allow us to send a photographer, just “talent.”  Fox supplied an LA-based photog, and I had to share the photog with another local news-type who was there for the same reason.

Upon arriving at the studio, I met the photog.  He was an agreeable man whose name I don’t remember, unfortunately, shooting a Betacam.  I also met the supervisor of the extras.  And I met a Philadelphia TV anchor named Jill Chernekoff.

Jill Chernekoff

I hadn’t watched an entire episode of Aly McBeal until I learned of my assignment.  The show was getting a lot of buzz, though.  And Chernekoff was obviously a huge fan.  She was pumped about being part of the production.

We conducted interviews with members of the cast (including Jane Krakowski, the hilarious woman who now appears on 30 Rock, but excluding Calista Flockhart, the show’s star, who was unwilling to chat with us).  Otherwise, Chernekoff mostly ignored the photographer.  So he and I stuck together.  He let me hang on to his wireless lavaliere mic and worked with me to produce the story to my liking.

Chernekoff and I ended up sharing the Beta tape shot by the photog.  While viewing the tape afterward, I saw her say, on camera, “I’m ready for my closeup, Mr. DeMille.”  It was irresistible.  I had to use it.  I ended up shaping the story around our shared experience.

Crunch time time came at the end of the day, when they finally shot the bar scene.

They escorted the extras onto the set.  Flockhart was there.  While wearing the lav, I introduced myself and struck up an awkward conversation with her about the show’s place in pop culture.

Calista Flockhart

Jill saw this and tried to ask Flockhart a question.  Flockhart put her hand in front of her face and objected to the “interview,” a classic diva moment.  I used it in my story.

The director told us to find a spot on the dance floor.  I scanned the room, observed the cameras, and found a spot I judged to be somewhat high-profile.  Jill stood opposite me.

Then she scanned the room, observed the cameras and realized she wasn’t as in-range as I was.  “Switch places with me!” she pleaded.

I’m usually pretty accommodating with a pleading woman.  I briefly considered the request, then coldly refused.

Sadly, Jill’s face time in the episode was pretty nonexistent (it didn’t help that she was not a very tall person).   Mine was minimal, but I’m easy to spot if you’re looking for me.   I wrote Jill an email afterward.  She never answered, and I guess I can’t blame her.

If Aly McBeal ever made it into syndication, I never saw it.   It only recently came out on DVD.  I think this is the episode in which I appear.  At its conclusion, there’s a point at which you can briefly see the top of Jill’s head.

I’m the 90s-era extra who clearly can’t dance.

Viewer mail

Ford Farm, Lakeland GA

This week, I got a 500 word letter from a man who was unhappy about a story I had produced.

I was delighted.

I take no joy in ticking off viewers.  But I do admire a guy who is thoughtful and passionate and honorable enough to actually analyze my story and critique it thoughtfully.  And such complaints pop up occasionally.  It’s the nature of the business.

In the last year, I’ve had people gripe to my superiors and coworkers about stories.  But  for some reason, they’re disinclined to actually contact me.  I find that puzzling.  As long as they’re rational and open-minded, I’m game to discuss pretty much anything.

Just for the record:  If you don’t like my story, please contact me.  My email is easy to find on 11alive.com.

The story was a one-off piece that reported a gift accepted by Secretary of State Brian Kemp, using it as an example of Georgia pols accepting (perfectly legal) gifts from lobbyists.  The gift was a visit to a south Georgia hunting lodge called Ford Farm, a $600 value, according to the manager of the lodge.  The story led into a poll  commissioned by WXIA which showed that Georgians overwhelmingly favor legislation capping the value of such gifts at $100.

Kemp agreed to an interview, wherein he said he accepted a “celebrity” invitation to the hunt, but didn’t know who had paid for the visit.  However, he said he specifically asked if lobbyists were picking up the tab.  He said he was assured that wasn’t the case.  Kemp accepted, confident that there would be no embarrassing disclosure.  Three lobbyists nonetheless disclosed it, as required by law.

The writer who contacted me was a Kemp confidant.  It doesn’t matter, though.  If the story was bullshit, the background of the complainant is irrelevant.

He wrote, in part:

Georgia Secretary of State Brian Kemp

Your story … was a ridiculous cheap shot on a good public official that also was factually misleading and inaccurate.  

 Yes, several legislators attended this quail hunt and it is reasonable to assume their expenses were covered by lobbyists. 

However, Secretary Kemp was invited by the charity as a special guest to help the charity raise money.  He paid his own travel expenses and used his own equipment.  He was specifically told upfront that no lobbyist was paying for his participation or for any of his expenses.  

 Public officials volunteering their time and paying their own way to help charities is a good and noble thing.  We should be encouraging it!  Instead you misrepresent what he did and use it as an example of legal corruption?!  

 Yes, lobbyist spending in GA is a legitimate issue.  Yes, there are many, many examples of gross abuse of the system.  And for some unknown reason you chose to factually misrepresent a public official helping out a charity to make your point?!

 You are not some amateur jerk on a blog.  You’re a highly respected professional in your field.  You have and can do better than this.  This type of slimy journalism is beneath you and raises questions of your personal integrity and credibility. 

 You owe Secretary Kemp a correction on this story.

I wrote back, in part:

Although I reported that Kemp felt he was misled about the likelihood of lobbyist disclosure, I’m going to change the story to clarify what Kemp said about his understanding in advance of the trip.  You’re right — it could be clearer than I made it.

I don’t agree with your characterization that I “distorted the facts.”  I disclosed that Kemp hadn’t expected the trip to be part of a lobbyist disclosure.  However, I agree that the language in the piece could have been stronger.

(W)e always strive to be fair.  I thought Kemp got a fair shake in this piece, but you’ve made some valid points.

I added three lines to the online version of the story — the one that really matters, since it lives forever on the web — which strengthened the language in Kemp’s defense.

And I was delighted to do it.  The saga wasn’t a particularly important story of excessive lobbyist largesse, but rather a topical example of what critics say is an ongoing problem.  Kemp’s defense, though arguably flawed, was plausible and deserved a fuller explanation than I’d allowed.

Got a problem with a story you see on TV or read on the web?  Then do what this guy did:  Contact the writer.  If you don’t get a satisfactory response, write his boss.

And throw in a little flattery as part of your critique — even if you don’t mean it.

The poor man’s jib

TV news folk are well-equipped to shoot images of events happening right in front of them.  We can produce pictures of fires or images of people talking with near perfection.

But put us in a situation that requires us to make interesting the routine settings of real life, and our equipment sometimes isn’t sufficient.

Real life tends to be much more predictable and stagnant.  People sit in their dens and read books or watch TV.  People sit in their cubicles and type.  People sit around an awful lot.  Real life is frequently all-but motionless.

Which is why the guy in this photo brings joy to my heart.  And the disembodied hand of the unseen person pulling the wagon.

I’ve never used a wagon to give motion to a TV camera.  I honestly doubt I could ever persuade a TV news photographer to sit in a wagon and allow me to pull him in it.

But we do improvise.  Put me in a room full of stockbrokers — who generally sit in chairs and stare at computer monitors — and I will almost always look for an office chair equipped with wheels.  “Sit!” I’ll gently insist to a photographer.   They’ll sit.  I’ll push.    The photog trains his camera on the succession of cubicles, while zipping past in his reporter-powered chair.

I’ve also been known  to use a hand truck for the same purpose.    This is a bit scarier because the photog’s upright position creates a higher center of gravity, resulting in a more unstable balancing act.  If you can sweet-talk a photog onto a handtruck, I recommend pulling the cargo rather than pushing.  Always use both hands.

The most commonplace poor-man’s jib is the automobile.  Photogs mostly don’t like to shoot rolling shots through the passenger window, because they have less control over the composition of their shots.  They’d prefer to stand or squat in the back of a pickup truck, which gives them the flexibility of composing shots from a 360 degree perspective.

Unfortunately, all of this requires teamwork in the field.  One-man-bands, or photogs working solo, would have to recruit an intern or a stranger for assistance.  The explanation itself would be enough to spook most non-TV folk.

The poorest of the poor-man’s jib is the walk shot.  An item is fixed in a room; the photog stands back from some distance, then walks forward toward the item.

The problem with this pertains to the makeup of the human body.  Because God gave us feet and legs instead of wheels and axles, the walk shot tends to have an unavoidably clunky up-and-down quality that coincides with each footstep.  It’s mostly to be avoided.

Especially when there’s an office chair in the room.

The photo comes from Amanda Emily’s Facebook page.  She ID’s the photog as George Potter of KOGO-TV (now KGTV) shooting Harry Truman’s two mile morning walk in San Diego in 1962.  She also compiles and blogs about vintage newsgathering images, on the blogroll to the right under “Feeding the News Beast.”  Click here.  It’s worth visiting.

And of course, Lenslinger beat me to the punch writing about this photo, plus he has details on Potter.  Visit his site here.

Winne Watch 1.23.12

“He’s agreed to talk to Mark Winne and nobody else.”

Those spirit-draining words came from Lt. Sean Smith, the new temporary PIO for the Gwinnett County Sheriff.  We were at the Gwinnett County jail, which was holding inmate Victor Hill.  Hill, a former sheriff, had been arrested following a public corruption indictment.

Sometime this summer: The writer with Mr. Winne

Every local media goon and their brother had requested a jailhouse interview with Hill, myself included.  Hill had a colorful history.  He’d been a bit unorthodox, shall we say, when he was sheriff.  He lost re-election and has been running to regain his seat in 2012′s election.

Why he would agree to talk solely to the WSB reporter was beyond my understanding.  Sure, Winne’s a fine reporter for whom I have much love and mad respect.  And sure, Atlanta’s TV viewership misguidedly turns to WSB in droves for its local news. Hill would have had a substantial audience by giving Winne the exclusive.

I didn’t expect Hill to say anything particularly interesting in a jailhouse interview.  But I still wanted the video image of the former lawman dressed in a prison uniform, predictably professing his innocence.

And I didn’t want to see it on WSB without seeing it on WXIA.

Unfortunately, Hill’s attorney was complicit in the arrangement.  When he walked into the lobby, he was highly agitated from a sleepless effort to post bond for Hill, and adamant that he speak only to Winne.  When asked why, he wouldn’t / couldn’t explain it.

My options were limited:  Credit Winne with a “win,” and watch him traipse into the jail for an exclusive; or try to do something about it.   I only had one choice:  I had to gripe.  Like you, I hate whiners.  But I also hate getting my ass kicked by a competitor — especially when I’m on the property, watching it happen.

Fortunately, Gwinnett County Sheriff Butch Conway was answering his phone at just the right moment.  Hill is only going to talk to Winne, Conway reiterated.  I don’t have much say in it.

Conway knew there were reporters from four Atlanta TV stations in his parking lot.  I couldn’t plausibly argue to replace Winne as the exclusive agent of Hill’s utterances.  But Conway has a good relationship with local media.  I appealed to his sense of fairness.  Without saying it explicitly — because I didn’t want to back him into a corner — I was asking:  Who’s in charge at your jail?  Victor Hill, or you?

I proposed an unorthodox compromise:  Agree to Hill’s request to only talk to Winne, but let TV cameras from the other stations record the interview.

Do what, now? 

Let Winne ask the questions, I said.  That gives Hill what he wants.  But don’t allow the interview unless everybody gets to record it.

Conway hung up.  Shortly thereafter, the PIO was telling the assembled media that they’d get a chance to record Winne’s interview.  Winne reacted only by engaging the PIO in a hushed conversation afterward.

Minutes later, the PIO escorted Hill’s attorney, plus Winne and his photographer, past the security checkpoint and into the jail.  Hill had to agree to the arrangement, Lt. Smith said.  If he doesn’t, then we’ll escort WSB back out emptyhanded.

This was a worrisome moment.  Winne was back in the jail with Victor Hill and no other news media.  He was one “REC” button click away from the exclusive I’d tried to undo.   Winne is a wily guy.  If anybody could bamboozle an inexperienced PIO, it was Winne.

A long fifteen minutes or so passed.

Then Lt. Smith reappeared in the lobby.  The cameras can go back, he told Winne’s competitors.  The reporters have to stay in the lobby.

Aungelique Proctor and I sat in the lobby.  We chatted about our children and looked at our wristwatches.

Mark Winne was the only reporter allowed in to ask him questions, intoned Justin Farmer as he led into Winne’s 5pm live shot.  Winne had gotten his exclusive, in a manner of speaking.

But my day turned out just fine.

Indecision 2012

When I learned that a  crew from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart would shoot a piece in Ellijay, I initially hadn’t considered turning it into a local news story.

They were doing a piece on some Mitt Romney supporters whose over-the-top enthusiasm for the milquetoast Republican seemed newsworthy when I did the piece in November.  One of them, Joe McCutchen, told me Politico had picked up the story (though I can’t find it), which caught The Daily Show’s eye.

Oren Briner (far left), with Joe McCutchen and Al Madrigal

I’m not a big fan of movie-crews-in-our-little-town stories.  But I do like The Daily Show.  The shoot was topical and interesting.  The story would have  ample layers of comedic potential.

McCutchen blessed our presence at the shoot.  So did Oscar Poole, whose barbecue restaurant would host a portion of the Daily Show shoot.  I did not call Comedy Central to get their permission, figuring it would simply give them an opportunity to invite us to stay the hell away.

I figured our presence there could be a source of some conflict, and wanted to minimize it.  I was mindful of the fact that they had set up this shoot.  But Poole had told me the restaurant would be open to the public during the shoot.  This wouldn’t be a closed set.  Mike Zakel and I went and resolved to be respectful of the Daily Show crew.

The conflicts were minimal but amusing.

Producer Oren Brimer arrived at about 1pm and seemed unalarmed when he saw Zakel’s camera on a tripod, wedged discreetly into a notch near a cash register.  McCutchen said he had forewarned the Daily Show crew of our presence.  Zakel introduced himself first.  The response was friendly.

We had already interviewed McCutchen and some other Romney-supporting patrons (Poole was out of state; I’d gotten his permission by phone the previous day).   The Daily Show shoot was an hour behind schedule.  We were anxious to get what we needed and drive back to Atlanta to produce the piece for the 7pm news.  I told Brimer that it wouldn’t take us long to get what we needed and be gone.

However, the crew (two photogs, an audio tech, and correspondent Al Madrigal, who was making his Daily Show debut as a field correspondent with the Ellijay piece) was hungry and intended to order lunch before resuming the shoot.   Brimer had never heard of Brunswick stew.  I described it to him as “basically meat soup.”  He ordered a bowl of it, plus beef ribs.

Brimer was tall, good humored and barely 35, if that.  When I asked him if I could ask him a question for my story (I try to avoid the word “interview” because it sounds nearly synonymous with “interrogate”), he agreeably said:  Sure.  What questions do you want to ask?

I should have responded by answering the question:  I want to ask you why you’re here, and about your approach to the story.

That would have been easy.

Instead I said:  Did you tell Joe McCutchen what questions you would ask him before you interviewed him?  The crew had just finished an interview with McCutchen that McCutchen said had lasted three hours.

Zakel and Richards use their persuasive powers. Photo by George Winn

Fair enough, Brimer said.  Ask away.

I said: OK.  Let me clip this mic on you.

Then Brimer got nervous:  Wait.  Whoa.  We’re just here to eat lunch.  Maybe we could do this later.  He started to turn away, but turned back as I reminded him that we were trying not to linger.  Plus, lunch wasn’t ready yet.  He became agreeable again.  I clipped the mic on him.  The on-camera chat lasted maybe two minutes.

As lunch concluded, the crew turned toward their gear.  Then Brimer unexpectedly told Zakel that he couldn’t shoot them.

He turned to me and repeated it:  We can’t let you shoot us shooting.  We have to keep our methods confidential, he said.

Your “methods?”  I pondered a diplomatic response.

“I can see by your face that this isn’t agreeable to you,” he said to me.  “What’s the problem?  Because we’ll have to shut down the shoot if you insist on shooting us.”

It appeared he was yielding to an instinct which I fully expected:  We’re a big time TV show with a national audience.  You’re local news.  Bug off.  Yet he remained good-natured, even as he indulged the ill-considered Diva instinct.  He could have thrown a fit and and recruited McCutchen and the restaurant management to force us to leave.  To his credit, he didn’t.

He also quickly realized he was backing himself into a corner.  Rather than start an argument– which was tempting–  I gently reminded him that our needs were minimal and our desire to finish and depart was considerable.  We shared a goal here, I suggested.

We came to an understanding.  He blocked out and shot Madrigal and McCutchen walking into the dining room.  We shot it too.  The scene continued for two or three minutes.  For our 90 second piece, it provided ample cameras-on-location footage.  “Got what you need?” Brimer asked me.  I nodded and thanked him.

We got out, and retained our respect for the Daily Show.   They regained control of their set.  Everybody wins.

When asked when the piece would air, Brimer gave two answers.  “Our goal is to air it before the South Carolina primary (which is January 21).”   He also said they were shooting for Thursday January 19.

The empty gesture

When we speak, most of us gesture.  We can’t help it.  It’s natural.  Especially when we’re being emphatic, the hands and arms tend to move in conjunction with the words.  The best of us do so with the style of a symphony conductor, with words and movements that fully communicate.

Even on the phone, gesturing comes naturally (left).  Ben took this photo in our newsroom while observing me in the throes of a heated phone chat with a brain-dead public information officer person.

Gesturing on TV is different.  If the material is unscripted, then gestures naturally accompany the words.  When reading a script or a teleprompter, then gesturing can be affected and unnatural.

About twenty years ago, I began to take note of some very earnest gesturing by ‘prompter-reading news anchors.  (Perhaps they’d done it before, but that’s when I noticed.)  Even when their image appeared on TV only from the neck up, the gestures would fly off camera:  Arms waving, hands chopping, fingers pointing.

Though the arms typically didn’t appear on camera, they let fly anyway.  One suspects that talent coaches advised them to gesture because it added energy to their from-the-neck-up presence.

At WXIA, reporters in-studio tend to be shown on-camera from the waist up.  The wider shot is a blessing and a curse.  It’s a blessing in that it reduces the need for makeup; it’s a curse because body language becomes an essential part of communication.  Typically, we read from ‘prompters in the studio.  This means that the body language becomes part of a script.

I have yet to master the art of scripting body language.

The piece below classically exposes this shortcoming.  I dashed out this piece within a few minutes on a Thursday afternoon, loaded it into a ‘prompter page, then went into the studio moments later to perform it.  Though I was familiar with the material, I’d failed to read it out loud prior to reading it on camera.

After the recording began, I read the first line and realized I hadn’t gestured.  As I started reading the second line, I threw out a gratuitous arm-wave at the start, emphasizing “the picks” instead of “the news professionals,” as I should have done.

Then came a list of stories, each with a hand gesture.  With some prior thought, I might have flailed less and done the classic two-handed finger-count, with the forefinger of the left hand touching successive extended fingers on the right.

About 35 seconds into the piece, my gestures began to get into sync with my copy.  “Act naturally,” as Buck Owens sang in the early 1960s.  It’s not as easy as it looks.

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