Chapter 1062 1062 Ah, it seems to be dark, and the uncrowned king is black
"I read your report." The fat and bloated editor-in-chief sat behind the desk, looking at Swift with his fingers clasped together, "Very good report, fully qualified to win the Pulitzer Prize, but we can't publish such a report right now." You know, now we need oil from the Persian Gulf, and all public opinion is at the service of this. You're a great journalist, and I think you can understand what it takes to have a 'good' journalism. β
Swift nodded, of course he knew those elements, a good news must first have the elements that stimulate the eyeballs, secondly, good news must conform to the general trend of society, and finally, good news must strive for the interests of the newspaper. As for truthfulness, that's not what a "good" journalism has to do.
Swift's newspaper receives a large amount of advertising money every year from the Morgan consortium, so it has to publish stories that are in Morgan's interest from time to time, and now the Morgan consortium, like other conglomerates in the United States, is desperate to intervene in the Persian Gulf and obtain oil through a "limited war."
"We have to serve this big purpose, Swift, you see. This report of yours can be sent out when the war is over, of course, in the form of your own memoirs or something, and then you can throw the pot on me for tampering with the report, anyway, I will almost retire at that time, and you can throw the pot at me, just so that I can take the blame and resign. Wouldn't that be nice? β
"But we are now helping the barbarians who will slaughter women and children - and their own people! Shouldn't such acts be condemned? β
"Of course it's reprehensible, but I'm actually quite unaccustomed to a lot of their customs, you know, I'm a sympathizer of the feminist movement, and I often go to women's fundraising dinners and rallies of feminist organizations, and I don't like the attitude towards women in these headscarves. But, Swift, we still can't publish your story in these circumstances. Rest assured, the public is always in a swing, and now we can make the public sympathize with them, and in two or three years we can make the public hate them. β
Swift pursed his lips, his expression stern, and he didn't say a word.
The editor-in-chief stared at Swift's face for a moment before he sighed lightly and said in a deep voice, "Listen to me, don't do stupid things." You know that things are not going to be good, and if you are not careful, you can easily be labeled as a pan-humanist, especially if you have just returned from a region ruled by pan-humanism, and the FBI and the Strategic Intelligence Agency will not even have to think of an excuse to arrest you. β
Since the armistice, American society, like Germany, has experienced a "post-war syndrome", which is expressed in three aspects: the sharp increase in inflation, the rise in prices, and the increase in unemployment, the first two of which are the inevitable problems caused by the adjustment of the wartime economy to a peaceful economy, and the latter caused by the reintegration of a large number of veterans into society and the reduction of employees in the military industrial complex. This post-war syndrome led to the explosion of the American labor movement, and the number of strikes increased dramatically, and in the past 51 years, strikes have occurred every day throughout the year, and several strikes have occurred at the same time.
Faced with such a situation, the U.S. government and Congress determined that these were all caused by the epidemic of pan-humanism, so the U.S. government began a large-scale campaign to clean up pan-humanism in 50 years, and the intensity of the movement continued to rise, and finally at the end of 51 years, the U.S. government began to carry out the so-called "loyalty review", and all those who participated in public activities must sign an oath of loyalty to spurn pan-humanism.
Swift, of course, knew what was going on at home, and he had signed the Affidavit of Loyalty.
Swift had an unconvinced expression: "However, this report has nothing to do with pan-humanism, and besides, there is no essential contradiction between him and the article we are now publishing in the newspaper, I can change the content of the report, and emphasize in the report that Chinese did massacre civilians, but those religious lunatics themselves killed many of their own women and children......"
"Swift, your news sense and your news literacy should have given you a higher status in the agency, but it didn't happen, do you know why? It's because of your character. You seem to know how to be a 'real' journalist, but in reality, you still have some naΓ―ve thoughts in your heart. β
The editor-in-chief stared at Swift and sighed softly.
Swift was silent, but the silence at this time was actually very revealing.
Finally, Swift said, "I don't mind fabricating details or applying technical principles to statements for newsworthy purposes." I don't even care about a modest distortion of the facts, in fact I personally often distort the facts......"
"Yes, you distort the facts, but that's to make the story conform to your values. You still don't realize what I'm talking about? A 'good' journalist should not have his own values, and the values of a 'good' journalist always change with the public's tendencies, do you understand? β
"And the public's tendencies are swayed by these 'good' journalists, aren't they? At the end of the day, the 'good' news people don't really have any values, they just dance according to the wishes of the investors behind them, don't they? β
"I think you've accepted that our entire news agency is Republican, or rather, should all be Republican. We serve Republican purposes. β
"Yes, we serve Republican purposes." With that, Swift stood up and said, "I'm tired, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, and I want to go back and rest." β
"Okay, get some rest." The editor-in-chief squeezed out a smile at Swift.
Swift nodded, turned and left the editor-in-chief's office.
The editor-in-chief continued to clasp his hands together on the desk, and the expression on his face was very complicated.
He looked at his hands, pondered for a long, long time, and only then picked up the telephone on the table when the clock in the corner began to tell the time, and when he dialed, he seemed to have forgotten the number he was about to dial, so he opened the drawer, took out a piece of note, and completed the dialing according to the number on the paper.
A few moments later, the phone was connected.
After his name was published, the editor-in-chief said: "I regret that Swift will still disclose his report to those troublesome weekly magazines and radio stations." Yes, I'm sure, I'm too familiar with him. Well. Wait a minute, you guys...... Will you spare his life? I've heard some bad rumors...... Well, that's what you hear in the usual small talk, and you know everybody is talking about it now. Everybody is everybody, I don't remember who said that. Ok thanks. β
After hanging up the phone, the editor-in-chief let out a long sigh of relief, then took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat beads from his head.
"I'm sorry, but it's also to protect most of the people in the newspaper. I'm sorry. The editor-in-chief muttered in a low voice. R1148