It would appear that unnamed sourcing is in serious trouble. Why else would the Los Angeles Times ask its “Media Critic” David Shaw to finesse a defense?
We grant anonymity too easily and too frequently, and it’s a blot on our profession — a drag on our credibility that ultimately undermines our ability to do our primary job of reliably informing the public. If more reporters pressed their sources harder — and more editors pressed their reporters harder — we would have less anonymity, fewer scandals like the Jayson Blair/New York Times debacle and more public trust and confidence.
We’d also have fewer Jeff Gerth’s and Sue Schmidt’s.
One involves a federal judge’s order two weeks ago that five reporters — including Bob Drogin of the Los Angeles Times — must identify the unnamed government sources who provided information to them for stories on Wen Ho Lee, the former nuclear weapons scientist.
Lee was indicted in 1999 on 59 counts of allegedly mishandling nuclear weapons secrets. After the government’s case fell apart, he sued, charging that government officials had violated the Privacy Act by divulging personal information about him during their investigation.
The second confidentiality story involves the disclosure of a CIA officer’s identity in Robert Novak’s nationally syndicated column last July. Novak quoted two unnamed “senior administration officials” as telling him that Valerie Plame — whom he not only named but identified as “an agency operative on weapons of mass destruction” — had suggested sending her husband, retired diplomat Joseph Wilson, to Africa last year to investigate possible Iraqi purchases of uranium.
Wilson did go to Africa — and then pronounced such a transaction “highly unlikely.” But President Bush, in his State of the Union address, treated reports of the alleged deal as genuine in his effort to gin up support for war against Iraq.Though there is no evidence Bush knew personally of Wilson’s report, when Wilson later accused the Bush administration of “misrepresenting the facts,” his wife was “outed.” Not only did Novak name her, but the Washington Post subsequently reported that “two top White House officials disclosed Plame’s identity to at least six Washington journalists.”
What’s the problem?
What’s the problem? ! ? ! !
There are “at least six Washington journalists” — and their editors — who know the answer to the question the Justice Department is currently “investigating.”
They should be made to answer. No excuses. No exceptions. Period.
This is not about “Freedom of the Press” or “Freedom of Speech” — this is about Treason.
After all, in the Wen Ho Lee case, a federal judge ruled that the government had “embarrassed this entire nation” with its prosecution of Lee; as one of my friends put it, “They just leaked negative stuff about him to cover up their screw-ups. Why should reporters protect them?”
For the same reason that Shaw says “one of my friends,” rather than someone in actual power and authority like Shelby Coffey for instance. What’s being protected is the status quo. Journalists are supposed to be invisible handlers — like black clad Bunaraku Theater puppeteers. We’re supposed to take what they say at face value and not ask any questions.
For if we did, the REAL story might come out. Say for instance the actual spy conveying top secret information to the Chinese, not Wen Ho Lee. As that spy worked as a fund-raiser for the Republican National Committee, she was a fourth estate “untouchable.”
But it’s not that simple — and that’s one reason I’m so opposed to promising confidentiality to sources. Once granted, that promise can’t be withdrawn without significant and long-lasting consequences. A promise is a contract — not in a legal sense but in both a moral and a practical sense. I say that not only as a journalist but as someone whose father repeatedly drummed into him as a young boy the adage, “A man’s word is his bond. You promise to do something, you do it.” Period. End of story.
What a minute. Let’s back up, a bit shall we? Why speak of the “moral and practical sense” of things after the fact ?
Someone has come to you with a piece of information that he wants divulged with the promise that his name not be identified as the source of said information. Why use it in the first place?
When someone comes to you with a piece of information that they want divulged anonymously it’s obvious that there’s a story behind said individual with a host of other parties who know of said information and many different reasons for wanting — or not wanting — it divulged. A real reporter would set to work at getting to the bottom the whole thing — which would by definition mean bypassing the original source altogether. Reporters who stick with the source and heed his promise aren’t reporters at all.
This is, needless to say, a lie — right up there with “The check is in the mail” and “I promise not to come in your mouth.”
People want to tell all sorts of things on their terms. If a reporter, and more important the editor who stands behind him, declines to go along with those terms he remains in control of the dissemination of information.
And no piece of information proceeds from a single “invaluable” source.
What Woodward guards is the Old Boy Network of the Beltway, which has annointed him its Pope ever since he “broke” the Watergate scandal, supposedly through the Mother of All Unnamed Sources, “Deep Throat.” The identity of “Deep Throat” lingers on as a question whose answer is of no more
import than “Who shot J.R. ?” But to reveal it would be as disastrous to Woodward as melanin would be to Michael Jackson. “Deep Throat” is an act; a gimmick that the strippers in Gypsy famously remind us everyone’s “gotta have.”
It’s also a means to an end — a way to protect not a “source” but an entire process of “sourcing” — or more to the point news control. Because Woodward hasn’t revealed the identity of “Deep Throat” he can be counted on to be used by “sources” on the highest levels of govrnment. And as a result of such “access” he has gone from an “investigative reporter” to a sob sister hagiographer, praising the alleged leadership of George W. Bush in a style Adela Rogers St. John would have found too treacly for discussing Irene Dunne.
Remember that episode of The Mary Tyler Moore Show where a scared little man rushed into the newsroom and gave Mary a bunch of important papers, ased that his name not be revealed and ran out ? Remember that then Mary — OUR MARY! — went to prison rather than reveals the Frightened Little Man’s name, and Mr. Grant told he how proud he was of her? Remember that one?
Becha cried too — sucker !
In his matchless memoir The Naked Civil Servant recallss how he went through the first part of his youth in the hopes of one day finding a “great dark man” who would make his life complete — only to discover in a breakthrough mid-life epihany that “There is No Great Dark Man !”
Well there aren’t any Frightened Little Men either.
The other day, I put that question to the best investigative reporter of our time — Seymour Hersh.
Hersh, who won a Pulitzer Prize for disclosing the My Lai massacre in Vietnam, has made a career of writing about the internal doings of the nation’s intelligence agencies — most recently for the New Yorker. His stories often quote more unnamed sources than the Chicago Cubs have had disappointing seasons. As with Woodward, I sometimes wince at how many unnamed sources he uses.
But once he promises confidentiality, Hersh is unequivocal about keeping those promises.
“Inside the intelligence community, if you give up a name, you’re dead,” he says. “You can’t do it. You’re out of business.”
But we don’t work for the CIA, Seymour. The CIA is supposed to work for us. We’re citizens. And unnamed source stories involving the CIA are the exception, not the rule.
There is no reason not to divulge the name of a lying “source.”
“In a perfect world, someone should trash political operatives who pass on stuff illegally,” he says. “But no one is going to do it.”
Shaw doesn’t ask, so naturally Hersh doesn’t tell.
Any reporter who promised confidentiality and then reneged would no longer be trusted by anyone.
“You give up your access to the White House then,” Hersh says. “No reporter in his right mind is going to give up his access to the White House.”
Do you honestly think that access is worth anything these days, Seymour? How does any reporter profit from access to a gang of congenital liars?
Hersh remembers one story a number of years ago when a confidential source, a senior White House official, “confirmed many elements of my story on a Friday night — and Sunday morning, he was on the network [talk shows] attacking my stories as a bunch of lies.
“Did I at any point suggest that this guy had talked to me and had confirmed what I had? No. You can’t do it.”
Why can’t you do that? Because you can’t, that’s all. No explanation. Nothing.
Now we’re truly playing fast and loose. The pledge has become the issue rather than the reason for the pledge or the persons (there are always more than one) behind the pledge — who should be the subject of the REAL story a REAL journalist would be writing.
Two years ago, Novak said in his column that his primary source for a story on an internal Justice Department flap 3 1/2 years earlier had been Robert Hanssen, the FBI agent who was arrested in early 2001 and later pleaded guilty to espionage and conspiracy.
“Disclosing confidential sources is unthinkable for a reporter seeking to probe behind the scenes in official Washington,” Novak wrote five months after Hanssen’s arrest. “Then, why break a reporter’s responsibility to keep his sources secret? I wrestled with this question for months and finally decided that my experience with Hanssen contributes to the portrait of this most contradictory of all spies. Furthermore, to be honest to my readers, I must reveal it.”
What the Prince of Darkness does should be of no concern to any journalist worthy of the name “professional.” So why is Shaw talking about him in this fashion?
I wasn’t surprised. In his column identifying Hanssen, Novak described him as “a truly evil man.” As a longtime conservative, Novak would appear to have no such views of President Bush and his top aides, so I don’t expect to see him disclosing the names of the government officials who told him about Valerie Plame … not even to be honest to his readers.
But who WILL be honest to their readers? Shaw can’t tell us. And his editors won’t.