Stop Feeding the Hand that Bites You
An intelligent argument today by David Sanger in the New York Times against the way the White House runs press briefings. The departure of the robotic Scott McClellan brings into focus the danger that daily, televised briefings can become argument clinics where, as Sanger says, "Both sides strut."
Bill Clinton's Monica-era press secretary Michael McCurry repeats here the regret he's expressed recently about letting the briefings be televised.
"It's too late," Sanger writes, "to turn the television cameras off, of course."
I'm not so sure. After the spectacle of the last few years of the Bush press operation, I think most Americans have had enough. As blogger Jay Rosen observes, the White House strategy is to treat the media like a joke. And it's working. I'm told that McClellan's briefings inspired a new drinking game: take a shot every time he repeats a stock sentence--well, actually I made that up, but who's to know?
I recall when the great John Chancellor retired he expressed his secret wish: that the White House would just stop trying so hard to make news. Just shut down the press office, he said. I know it's impossible, but wouldn't it be nice? Sanger won't say it, but that's clearly on his mind too:
As for me, after I'm done fixing that hinge on my chair, I'll return to my daydreams about what it must have been like covering Calvin Coolidge, whose tightlipped pronouncements from his porch in Vermont must have inspired this White House. But at least when those briefings were over, there was a nice stream down the hill where reporters could cast for brook trout, and forget about the empty pages in their notebooks.
Suppose they gave a briefing, and nobody came? If a press secretary speaks in an empty room, does anyone hear him? Can we ever tune out the media watch?
Memo to the White House news corps: pick a day and stage a boycott. For one day, don't get managed, spun and bamboozled. Pick a date, put out the "Gone Fishing" sign and let's see what happens.
How about December 24th? It's both a slow news day and I.F. Stone's birthday. Go on then, do it for Izzy...