Look, I’ve Had It
I’ve been in this game for 22 years. Started as a beat reporter in some godforsaken town in Maine. Now I’m editing features for a regional powerhouse. And let me tell you, the news is broken. Completley, utterly, frustratingly broken.
It’s not just the algorithms, though they’re a mess. It’s not just the clickbait, though it’s making us all sick. It’s the whole damn system. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not.
I was at a conference in Austin last year, and this kid—let’s call him Marcus—stood up and said, “The news industry is dying because it’s not keeping up with the times.” I wanted to throw my notebook at him. Because, honestly, who doesn’t know that?
But here’s the thing: it’s worse than we think. It’s not just about keeping up. It’s about the fundamentals. The committment to truth. The physicaly exhausting work of reporting. The aquisition of facts. All of it’s going down the drain.
I had coffee with a colleague named Dave last Tuesday. He’s been in the business longer than I have. We talked about the old days, back when we’d spend 36 hours on a story, digging, verifying, making sure every damn detail was right. Now? We’re lucky if we get 36 minutes.
And don’t even get me started on the local news. It’s a joke. A sad, pathetic joke. I mean, I get it. Budgets are tight. Advertisers are pulling out. But at what cost? We’re losing the heart of journalism—the local beat.
But What Can We Do?
I don’t have all the answers. Honestly, I’m not sure anyone does. But I know one thing: we need to start caring again. About the truth. About the details. About the people we’re reporting on.
I remember this one story I worked on back in ’05. A small town in Vermont, a factory shutting down. I spent weeks there. Talked to everyone. The workers, the owners, the kids whose futures were being determined by some suit in a high-rise. It was hard. It was emotional. But it was important.
And that’s what we’re losing. The importance. The weight of the words we put on the page. Or the screen, I guess. (Which honestly nobody asked for but here we are.)
I talked to a source last week—let’s call her Sarah. She’s a reporter for a big national paper. She told me, “We’re so focused on being first, we’re forgetting about being right.” Which… yeah. Fair enough.
So what’s the solution? I’m not sure. But I know it starts with us. With the people who care. Who remember what this job is supposed to be about.
And look, I’m not saying it’s easy. It’s not. It’s hard. It’s messy. It’s frustrating. But it’s worth it. Because the news matters. It’s the lifeblood of democracy. And if we let it die, we’re all screwed.
A Quick Aside: Local Events
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Anyway, back to the point. Or, well, one of the points. I guess.
I’m not sure how to fix the news. But I know we need to try. Because the alternative is unacceptable. A world without real journalism is a world without truth. And that’s a world I don’t want to live in.
So let’s get to work. Let’s remember why we got into this business in the first place. And let’s start caring again. About the truth. About the details. About the people.
Because if we don’t, who will?
About the Author: I’m Jane Doe, a senior editor with more than two decades of experience in the news industry. I’ve seen it all, and I’m not afraid to say what I think. Follow me on Twitter @janedoe or email me at jane.doe@duxburynews.com if you’ve got a story idea or just want to vent about the state of journalism.