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Subject: A White House Press Corps Drill
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http://www.nypress.com/16/11/news&columns/cage.cfm

New York Press (weekly)
December 29, 2003
Cleaning the Pool
By Max Taibbi
The White House Press Corps politely grabs its ankles.

After watching George W. Bush's press conference last Thursday night, I'm
more convinced than ever: The entire White House press corps should be
herded into a cargo plane, flown to an altitude of 30,000 feet, and pushed
out, kicking and screaming, over the North Atlantic.

Any remaining staff at the Washington bureaus should be rounded up for
summary justice. The Russians used to use bakery trucks, big gray panel
trucks marked "Bread" on the sides; victims would be rounded up in the
middle of the night and taken for one last ride through the darkened
streets.

The war would almost be worth it just to see Wolf Blitzer pounding away at
the inside of a Pepperidge Farm truck, tearfully confessing and vowing to
"take it all back."

The Bush press conference to me was like a mini-Alamo for American
journalism, a final announcement that the press no longer performs
anything akin to a real function. Particularly revolting was the spectacle
of the cream of the national press corps submitting politely to the
indignity of obviously pre-approved questions, with Bush not even
bothering to conceal that the affair was scripted.

Abandoning the time-honored pretense of spontaneity, Bush chose the order
of questioners not by scanning the room and picking out raised hands, but
by looking down and reading from a predetermined list. Reporters,
nonetheless, raised their hands in between questions-as though hoping to
suddenly catch the president's attention.

In other words, not only were reporters going out of their way to make
sure their softballs were pre-approved, but they even went so far as to
act on Bush's behalf, raising their hands and jockeying in their seats in
order to better give the appearance of a spontaneous news conference.

Even Bush couldn't ignore the absurdity of it all. In a remarkable
exchange that somehow managed to avoid being commented upon in news
accounts the next day, Bush chided CNN political correspondent John King
when the latter overacted his part, too enthusiastically waving his hand
when it apparently was, according to the script, his turn anyway.

KING: "Mr. President."

BUSH: "We'll be there in a minute. King, John King. This is a scripted..."

A ripple of nervous laughter shot through the East Room. Moments later,
the camera angle of the conference shifted to a side shot, revealing a
ring of potted plants around the presidential podium. It would be hard to
imagine an image that more perfectly describes American political
journalism today: George Bush, surrounded by a row of potted plants, in
turn surrounded by the White House press corps.

Newspapers the next day ignored the scripted-question issue completely.
(King himself, incidentally, left it out of his CNN.com report.) Of the
major news services and dailies, only one-the Washington Post-even
parenthetically addressed the issue. Far down in Dana Millbank and Mike
Allen's conference summary, the paper euphemistically commented:

"The president followed a script of names in choosing which reporters
could ask him a question, and he received generally friendly questioning."
[Emphasis mine] "Generally friendly questioning" is an understatement if
there ever was one. Take this offering by April Ryan of the American Urban
Radio Networks:

"Mr. President, as the nation is at odds over war, with many organizations
like the Congressional Black Caucus pushing for continued diplomacy
through the UN, how is your faith guiding you?"

Great. In Bush's first press conference since his decision to support a
rollback of affirmative action, the first black reporter to get a crack at
him-and this is what she comes up with? The journalistic equivalent of
"Mr. President, you look great today. What's your secret?"

Newspapers across North America scrambled to roll the highlight tape of
Bush knocking Ryan's question out of the park. The Boston Globe: "As Bush
stood calmly at the presidential lectern, tears welled in his eyes when he
was asked how his faith was guiding him." The Globe and Mail: "With tears
welling in his eyes, Mr. Bush said he prayed daily that war can be
averted."

Even worse were the qualitative assessments in the major dailies of Bush's
performance. As I watched the conference, I was sure I was witnessing,
live, an historic political catastrophe. In his best moments Bush was
deranged and uncommunicative, and in his worst moments, which were most of
the press conference, he was swaying side to side like a punch-drunk
fighter, at times slurring his words and seemingly clinging for dear life
to the verbal oases of phrases like "total disarmament," "regime change,"
and "mass destruction."

He repeatedly declined to answer direct questions. At one point, when a
reporter twice asked if Bush could consider the war a success if Saddam
Hussein were not captured or killed, Bush answered: "Uh, we will be
changing the regime of Iraq, for the good of the Iraqi people."

Yet the closest thing to a negative characterization of Bush's performance
in the major outlets was in David Sanger and Felicity Barringer's New York
Times report, which called Bush "sedate": "Mr. Bush, sounding sedate at a
rare prime-time news conference, portrayed himself as the protector of the
country..."

Apparently even this absurdly oblique description, which ran on the Times
website hours after the press conference, was too much for the paper's
editors. Here is how that passage read by the time the papers hit the
streets the next morning:

"Mr. Bush, at a rare prime-time press conference, portrayed himself as the
protector of the country."

Meanwhile, those aspects of Bush's performance that the White House was
clearly anxious to call attention to were reported enthusiastically. It
was obvious that Bush had been coached to dispense with two of his
favorite public speaking tricks-his perma-smirk and his finger-waving
cowboy one-liners. Bush's somber new "war is hell" act was much commented
upon, without irony, in the post-mortems.

Appearing on Hardball after the press conference, Newsweek's Howard
Fineman (one of the worst monsters of the business) gushed when asked if
the Bush we 'd just seen was really a "cowboy":

"If he's a cowboy he's the reluctant warrior, he's Shane. because he has
to, to protect his family."

Newsweek thinks Bush is Shane?

This was just Bush's eighth press conference since taking office, and each
one of them has been a travesty. In his first presser, on Feb. 22, 2001, a
month after his controversial inauguration, he was not asked a single
question about the election, Al Gore or the Supreme Court. On the other
hand, he was asked five questions about Bill Clinton's pardons.

Reporters argue that they have no choice. They'll say they can't protest
or boycott the staged format, because they risk being stripped of their
seat in the press pool. For the same reason, they say they can't write
anything too negative. They can't write, for instance, "President Bush,
looking like a demented retard on the eve of war." That leaves them with
the sole option of "working within the system" and, as they like to say,
"trying to take our shots when we can."

But the White House press corps' idea of "taking a shot" is David Sanger
asking Bush what he thinks of British foreign minister Jack Straw saying
that regime change was not necessarily a war goal. And then meekly sitting
his ass back down when Bush ignores the question.

They can't write what they think, and can't ask real questions. What the
hell are they doing there? If the answer is "their jobs," it's about time
we started wondering what that means.

Volume 16, Issue 11
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Janos Gereben/SF
www.sfcv.org
janos451@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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