{"id":3226,"date":"2009-07-09T13:31:59","date_gmt":"2009-07-09T12:31:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/?p=3226"},"modified":"2010-09-06T11:17:07","modified_gmt":"2010-09-06T10:17:07","slug":"mobile-phones-telegrams-journalism-morality-ages","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/2009\/07\/mobile-phones-telegrams-journalism-morality-ages\/","title":{"rendered":"Mobile phones vs. telegrams: journalism morality down the ages"},"content":{"rendered":"

G<\/span>iven Nick Davies<\/strong>‘ story<\/a> alleging mass mobile phone-hacking by journalists, it might perhaps be instructive to look back at the journalistic morals of another age. <\/p>\n

Here, by way of example, is ‘Journalism and Morality’ by Silas Bent<\/a><\/strong>, published in 1926 in The Atlantic<\/em> (and quoted in Can You Trust The Media?<\/em>). Note especially – towards the end – the attitude of management… <\/p>\n

For the hundredth time, savagely, I rang that doorbell. It was not my first visit, by any means, although there was no hope that the mistress of the household could be seen, for she had eloped several days before with a millionaire manufacturer of cosmetics; and as for her husband, he was under restraint in a private sanatorium. There was a grown daughter who was supposed to be in her mother\u2019s confidence, and I hoped to worm out of her the secret of the lovers\u2019 whereabouts. The newspaper I was working for was getting uneasy. It had printed the scandal with gusto but without provocation. There had been no court action, no street encounter between the two men; the millionaire had not even been expelled from his clubs. There was no legal privilege of publication. And as time wore on, the other newspapers not daring in the circumstances to say anything about the case, there had come to the office an acute feeling that unless the runaways were found there might be short shrift in a libel suit.<\/p>\n

As I turned away from the door a telegraph messenger boy was wearily mounting the steps.<\/p>\n

\u2018There\u2019s nobody home,\u2019 I told him curtly, \u2018not even a servant.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018You can sign for this, can\u2019t you?\u2019 he asked. \u2018Friend of the family.\u2019<\/p>\n

On the open book he held out for my signature was a telegram addressed to the daughter of the house. It must surely be from her mother. I set down an assumed name, pocketed the message, and waited until the boy was out of sight.<\/p>\n

It was evening and I was working for an afternoon newspaper, so I took my booty home. There, with a borrowed and heated hatpin, I opened the telegram\u2014not very expertly, for I tore the flap. The message was dated from Tucson, and was an inquiry from the wife about the condition of the deserted husband. I had found the runaways.<\/p>\n

The anxiety behind this telegram did not at all concern me, nor was I concerned at having stolen it. As the child of God-fearing parents I think I may say I had a strict sense of private property rights: I would not have pilfered ten cents or ten dollars. But my conscience was wholly untroubled about the message, because I had done the conventional thing. I was living up to the standards of my fellows. Other reporters would have done as I did, confident of the approval of their superiors; and this was true of nearly all metropolitan newspapers twenty years ago, not merely of those which were denominated yellow. We used to hear of some that did not join in such practices, but they were notoriously stodgy, and suffered correspondingly in revenue. A comparison of the circulation and advertising statistics of the Boston Transcript<\/em> as against the New York World<\/em>, of the New York Evening Post<\/em> of that day as against the Chicago Tribune<\/em>, will illustrate my point.<\/p>\n

Newspapers that were successful financially went after news aggressively, and on occasion made news, as my paper had done in the case of this illicit elopement.<\/p>\n

I was exultant, not ashamed; and it was with repressed triumph that I laid the telegram on the city editor\u2019s desk the next morning, explaining in detail how I had come by it.<\/p>\n

He heard me unmoved, gazing out over the \u2018local room.\u2019 Then he said hastily that he must go into the editorial conference, a daily formality, and would see me when he returned. He took the telegram with him. This impressed me as rather odd behaviour, but what happened when he came back was really trying.<\/p>\n

\u2018You are aware,\u2019 he said severely, \u2018that you have committed a felony?\u2019<\/p>\n

I nodded. I was beginning to get angry.<\/p>\n

\u2018This newspaper cannot countenance such conduct,\u2019 he continued, \u2018and will make no use whatever of information obtained in that way. If I did not realize that you acted from overzeal I should be compelled to discharge you. As it is, you will be permitted to remain on the staff, on probation. Now, what are you going to do with this telegram?\u2019 His gravity relaxed; his manner implied a bantering reproach. \u2018Rough work,\u2019 he said. \u2018The flap\u2019s torn.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018I\u2019ll paste it up,\u2019 I replied sullenly, \u2018and stick it under the door.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Don\u2019t do that,\u2019 he advised. \u2018Suppose we wait.\u2019<\/p>\n

I returned to my desk, and presently the Sunday editor, with a curious smile, handed me a receiving telegraph envelope, properly addressed. As he turned wordlessly away the city editor beckoned me, slipped the message into the fresh envelope, sealed it, and directed me, instead of returning it in person, to employ someone I could trust, and have him telephone me when the task was safely accomplished. The message was slow in coming. Once, when I emerged from a telephone booth after answering a personal call, the city editor summoned me impatiently. He leaned forward and whispered with the air of a conspirator: \u2018Have you removed the corpse from the premises?\u2019<\/p>\n

Although I was in a state of high moral indignation at the manner which my lawbreaking was being accepted, I was somewhat mollified at this tacit indication of fellow responsibility. After all, the city editor was a good scout. Presently I learned that the telegram had been put under the right door, and that my messenger, after ringing the bell, had escaped without being questioned, and I so reported. I was made to feel, somehow, that I was in quite good odour at the office.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Given Nick Davies‘ story alleging mass mobile phone-hacking by journalists, it might perhaps be instructive to look back at the journalistic morals of another age. Here, by way of example, is ‘Journalism and Morality’ by Silas Bent, published in 1926 in The Atlantic (and quoted in Can You Trust The Media?). Note especially – towards […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-journalism"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3226","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3226"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3226\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3327,"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3226\/revisions\/3327"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/adrianmonck.com\/about\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}