Ten days after Donald Trump’s inauguration in January 2017, I adjusted my tie inside the unisex bathroom at an Au Bon Pain in Midtown Manhattan, messed with my salt-and-pepper hair (I was thirty-three, but my job doing daily news was aging me quickly), and tucked a cigarette behind my ear. I was walking the path of so many journalists before me, on my way to get fired. Fifteen minutes later, I calmly hung my coat over a cheap metal chair at a bistro on Lexington Avenue where I was meeting the chief executive of American Public Media’s Marketplace, the national radio show where I’d worked as an on-air journalist for the past eight months. I sat down next to the show’s VP, Deborah Clark, while a woman from HR perched nervously across the table. I had told myself I wouldn’t cry or even flinch.
I knew Clark was firing me because of a blog post I’d written the previous week, questioning the role of “objectivity” in journalism. After posting it to my personal Medium blog, I’d gotten a call from the higher-ups in Los Angeles, asking me not to come in the next day. Initially I took the blog post down. But then, overwhelmed with a sense of urgency, I changed my mind, reposted it, sent a long explanatory email to Marketplace management, and waited. An email on Friday afternoon let me know I’d be meeting the boss Monday morning.
That weekend felt unreal, in my life and in the country: the new president, Donald J. Trump, had just introduced the so-called Muslim ban, and people rushed to airports around the country to protest. I was out interviewing people as the crowds gathered at LaGuardia, and later watched people dance in the streets when a federal court paused the ban with an injunction.
The previous weekend had been wild, too. I had taken the bus to DC, seen the middling crowds for the inauguration of the forty-fifth president of the United States and the huge crowds for the Women’s March, stopping up the streets. But Trump insisted, on his first full day as president, that his had been the biggest crowd ever at an inauguration. Sean Spicer, his press secretary, pushed the point. The Sunday morning after the giant march on Washington, Trump advisor Kellyanne Conway was asked on national television about the aerial photos showing far more people at Obama’s 2009 inauguration than Trump’s in 2017. She said the administration was just offering “alternative facts.” I came back to work early Monday to reruns of that clip: “alternative facts” had entered the lexicon.
My mind was churning with fear about how journalists would face this new reality. On my blog a few days later, I suggested that maybe the best response to “alternative facts” was not to keep doing exactly what we had been doing last week, and the week before, and five years ago.
The post was titled “Objectivity Is Dead, and I’m Okay with It.” I wrote about my experience as a transgender journalist, never neutral on the subject of my own humanity and rights, even as they were being debated in “both sides” journalism. I suggested that rather than pretending there is no “why” to what we do as journalists, we should claim our values, standing firmly against those who propose to chip away at free speech, civil rights, and government transparency. How else could we help hold back a rising tide of white supremacy and transphobia, the normalization of tyranny? I knew there was a long history of “objectivity” changing to accommodate the shifting status quo, and I wanted a journalism that rigorously pursued verifiable facts while claiming a moral stance, fighting back against racism and authoritarianism. And I thought that might be a way to rebuild trust with our audiences.
When I posted the blog, I knew it might be controversial. What I didn’t know was how dramatically it would change the trajectory of my life, as my own story became part of a tense national conversation over truth and journalism. I didn’t know it would lead me, eventually, to this book: a dive into the history of “objectivity” in US journalism and the stories of people who have challenged and changed how we think about truth in the news.
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At the bistro that Monday morning, Deborah Clark, the boss, seemed nervous. She had clearly prepared her speech, maybe during the flight from headquarters in LA. She let me know that my blog post and subsequent communication had made it clear that, as she put it, I “didn’t want to do the kind of journalism we do at Marketplace.” She said she believes in a clear line between journalism and activism, and that I had crossed that line. By way of demonstration, she told a story: When she was in college studying journalism, she’d been an activist around the issue of apartheid. Clark is white and British and would have been in college at the University of California, Berkeley, sometime in the 1980s, the height of the anti-apartheid struggle in South Africa. She told me she had a professor who said she’d need to make a choice: stop doing anti-apartheid activism, or abandon her desire for a career in journalism. She’d chosen journalism, she said to me with a straight face, as if leaving the anti-apartheid struggle was something a white person ought to be proud of in retrospect.
As far as I know, there hadn’t been any audience complaints about the blog post or about my bias as a reporter. Still, Clark fired me on the spot, effective immediately, with an offer of two weeks’ severance in exchange for agreeing not to speak publicly about what had happened. My health coverage ended two days later. I had been the first and only transgender person to work on air at the show, and one of the only trans people working at any national broadcast outlet.
I wandered off into the streets of Manhattan in shock, and the next day I put the measly severance offer in the recycling bin and went public with my story in another blog post. My goal was to expose what I saw as a troubling double standard in which cisgender white men are treated as inherently “objective” even when they’re openly biased, while the rest of us are expected to remain “neutral” even when our lives or safety are under threat. I saw this playing out in real time: Marketplace had a white male host who was notorious for opinionated tweets.
For a brief and exhausting moment, I became the news. Hundreds of thousands of people read my Medium posts; I was featured in dozens of news outlets—including the Washington Post, On the Media, and Democracy Now!—and I was also asked to speak at conferences and universities. It was clear there was a hunger for an honest conversation about the limits of objectivity and impartiality, and whether they are the right frame for journalism today. There was also a desire to hear from a working journalist willing to criticize the status quo, as well as a lot of interest in the experience of transgender journalists, because we continue to be so rare even at a time when trans issues are in the news almost daily. I sort of hated being the “transgender journalist,” but it felt like a job that needed done.
The View from Somewhere is my response to the demand for a more nuanced conversation about the purpose of telling news stories in the twenty-first century, who should tell them, and how they should be told. My firing is far from the first time “objectivity” in journalism has been the subject of controversy. And many of the questions I’ve been asking about journalism and truth are hard to answer. Has objectivity in journalism ever really existed? Is detachment purely aspirational, and if so, is it the right aspiration? Is biased journalism a slippery slope into falsehood and distortion? What is the best response to “alternative facts”? How do we get people to care about stories that are true? Can truth survive the “post-fact” era? What is trust? What is truth?
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My urge to resist the status quo didn’t materialize overnight. Before I was a journalist, I was an activist, and I more or less popped out that way—I circulated my first petition when I was eight (protesting the authoritarian stance of an elementary school lunchroom supervisor) and got suspended for insubordination multiple times during high school. I didn’t like any form of unfairness, and as I grew up, I saw unfairness everywhere: in the way queer and trans youth were kicked to the curb by parents and teachers, in the way Black and brown kids were policed in school hallways, in the war, in the next war. At fifteen, I cofounded the first youth-run LGBTQ youth organization in Michigan, out of a local teen center in Ann Arbor. At nineteen, I was in the streets of San Francisco, protesting the beginnings of the US war in Iraq, and I spent much of my twenties working on issues of police violence and providing anti-racist education for and with other white people. I was woken up many mornings by news of another police killing, another eviction, another demonstration on the curb, many of which I joined.
But I never quite became the person with the bullhorn. My mind wandered. I wanted to tell stories, to constantly learn. So I wrote articles about trans women in prison, recorded audio documentaries about youth and policing in Chicago, made ’zines about transformative justice. I spent time in New Orleans after Katrina and wrote about public housing, published photos of the sunflowers growing up in old house foundations in the Lower Ninth Ward. I got a degree in religious studies and learned about gender-variant medieval saints, nineteenth-century property law, William Blake and Dante and Frantz Fanon. Everything new excited me.
I always had this dream of talking on the radio. When that opportunity came my way—through a “diversity” fellowship at Chicago Public Media in 2012—I was over the moon. I remember the excitement of working the election that November, an evening I spent crunching local election numbers, printing them out, and silently running them in to the host live in the studio. The following summer, determined to get a full-time gig in radio, I applied for jobs all over the place and ended up moving from Chicago to a small town in Ohio. At WYSO, an NPR station in Yellow Springs, I moved from reporter to managing editor, filed national stories to NPR and Marketplace, and generally loved the fast-paced news environment. After a few years in the cornfields, I left for a job in New York City, living out a lifelong dream.
Over the years, I filed hundreds of stories heard by millions of people. I reported on the 2013 government shutdown, the disastrous rollout of the Affordable Care Act, the slow and unequal recovery from the Great Recession, John Boehner’s retirement from Congress, the rise of the Black Lives Matter movement, and, finally, the tumultuous and frenzied presidential election of 2016.
During those years, I was the only out transgender person in every newsroom, every press conference, and nearly every interview. I rarely spoke about my identity. But privately, I found the idea of a truly “objective” news media laughable, a perspective that was fairly normal in my own queer and trans community. After all, transgender people had been covered for decades with almost nothing but bias and bigotry by supposedly “objective” journalists. Constantly aware of my outsider status, I still pretended to believe that objectivity was possible in order to keep doing what I loved. My poker face sucks, but I did my best.
The traditional line in journalism is that a life on the sidelines is the price we pay for a different kind of influence, the influence of being trusted as purveyors of the facts. While I was in Ohio working for a local newsroom, my doubts about this assertion grew. I began doing research, seeking to understand where the idea of journalistic “objectivity” had come from, and how it had been challenged and changed over time. This book traces that research from before I got fired, to after my firing and the publicity surrounding it.
Much of the research is about the past, but my own reflections are very much in the present, from my limited perspective as an educated white US citizen. During this process of learning and writing, I established a freelance career, realized that the “New York media bubble” is real, and moved from Brooklyn to Durham, North Carolina. My viewpoint is strongly shaped by having lived most of my life in the Midwest and finding most of my family roots, and my current home, in the American South.
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One problem that plagues this book throughout is the many uses of the word “objectivity.” In general, I will use it to refer to the modern journalistic ideal as it is performed and enacted in mainstream newsrooms. In his book Just the Facts, media historian David Mindich breaks newsroom “objectivity” down into five basic components: detachment, nonpartisanship, the use of the inverted pyramid model for news, facticity, and balance. But sometimes “objectivity” refers to the practices of journalists, and sometimes “objectivity” refers to the perceptions of audiences—in other words, journalists can attempt to be objective, while audiences can see them as unobjective and biased. And some use “objectivity” simply to mean the absence of inaccuracy and distortion, not as a synonym for impartiality. In each chapter, I attempt to pull the elements apart: Is impartiality ever possible? Is detachment the same as nonpartisanship? What is the difference between attempting “balance” and attempting to appear “balanced”? When “objectivity” responds to public perceptions, which public is it?
My argument against “objectivity” doesn’t abandon facts, truth, or the hope that we will pursue them without undue influence from political parties or corporations. Broadly, I argue in favor of facticity and nonpartisanship, elements of “objectivity.” A related idea of editorial independence also continues to resonate for me: while no one is ever entirely independent of influence, the effort for publications to remain independent from big money and political parties is important to journalistic integrity. But in public debates over news and “objectivity,” this concept of institutional editorial independence is often confused with the detachment or impartiality of the individual journalist. It is this idea of a detached, impartial journalist that I take the strongest issue with, and argue vehemently against, pushing instead for transparency and self-awareness.
Lots of journalistic organizations, including the Society of Professional Journalists, have long since dropped the word “objectivity” from their ethical codes, opting instead to advocate for transparency and fairness in reporting. In the case of American Public Media’s Marketplace, where I worked, “objectivity” wasn’t actually in the ethics policy—“impartiality” was the word of choice. This makes sense, given how thoroughly “objectivity” has already been debunked. But, as I learned in my own case, the use of replacement terms such as “impartiality” or “fairness” still allows for a great deal of interpretation, which can often result in invisible double standards: Fair to whom? Impartial in whose view? This book asks whether journalism needs objectivity and impartiality anymore, whether and why we need to stay out of the fray.
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One of the most helpful frames I came across in my research is the work of media scholar Daniel C. Hallin. In his 1986 book on Vietnam, The “Uncensored War,” he explains the limits of “objective” journalism in the US through a simple graphic of two concentric circles. The center is the sphere of consensus, the first ring is the sphere of legitimate controversy, and outside of both rings is the sphere of deviance.
As he explains it, the inner sphere of consensus is what American journalists deem to be so thoroughly agreed-upon that you can advocate for it in your work and still be seen as “objective”: ideas like patriotism is good or capitalism is better than communism. The second circle, the sphere of legitimate controversy, is where most “objective” news reporting and most attempts at balance play out: it encompasses things like Democrats versus Republicans, and debates over constitutional rights and freedoms. In mainstream journalism, the sphere of legitimate controversy is the playing field, with prevailing norms defining the boundaries.
The outer sphere of deviance is where ideas live that aren’t viewed by most journalists as legitimate and worth engaging. As Hallin writes, during wartime the idea of siding with the enemy typically lives in that sphere—the peaceniks who saw the Vietcong as revolutionaries and stood on their side weren’t usually brought onto the evening news shows. The sphere of deviance has also always contained people, ideas, and structures that are close to me. When I was born, in 1984, the idea of gay rights was mostly outside the sphere of legitimate controversy. The concepts of transgender identity and gender nonconformity were pretty much entirely in the sphere of deviance. And of course, when my mother was born, in South Carolina in 1948, racial integration was just making its way from deviance into the sphere of legitimate controversy. A quarter century later, in the 1970s, she taught high school during the first year of integrated schooling in South Carolina.
The point being that the sphere of legitimate controversy changes, and it can change in any direction. In moving questions from the sphere of deviance into the sphere of legitimate controversy, journalists and other members of the public often collaborate in complex ways. And the topics and debates that fit into the spheres of consensus and controversy reflect particular ideologies and worldviews. As radio producer Ramona Martinez said to me in an interview, “Objectivity is the ideology of the status quo.”
Looking at how acceptable debate shifts over time, based on oftenunspoken ideological frames, puts useful context around the idea of being impartial. Impartiality at the time of our country’s founding meant support for the institution of slavery. Impartiality today may mean a tacit agreement to watch people die of thirst and starvation at our national border to the south, or to send innocent people to a death sentence. Impartiality under apartheid meant accepting unequal racial segregation in every aspect of life. Claims of “objective” approaches to such questions can quickly devolve into a moral relativism that is dangerous and antithetical to a free society. And I am unabashed in my desire to live in a way that strives toward freedom, for myself and others.
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The stories in The View from Somewhere reflect my subjective search for particular kinds of people: rabble-rousers who resisted, challenged, or shook up standards for news production in the past. As a result, there’s an element of confirmation bias to this book. I sought diverse people who’d resisted “objectivity,” and I found them. Far more journalists, of many backgrounds, have either put up with or actively upheld the status quo within journalism, and that is fine with me. This book is not out to prove that their journalism was bad, but to tell stories of people who took risks to make change. I tell these stories with the shameless goal of legitimizing these debates, bringing them into focus at a time when so many of us are searching for a new way of looking at truth, fact, and identity. I also aim to highlight the ways in which “objectivity” has been used to push out and silence the voices of those who are already marginalized and oppressed. My hope is that these marginalized people and communities can reclaim journalism as our own.
The View from Somewhere starts in Ohio, where I first started researching “objectivity,” race, and power in journalism. My exploration of those themes had obvious origins: the death of Michael Brown and the rise of the Black Lives Matter movement, which happened right after a police killing in a Walmart less than ten miles from where I was living. I was troubled by the way I, as a journalist and editor, did and didn’t cover these incidents, and I watched as #BlackLivesMatter challenged and changed the judgment of news outlets, as well as my own judgment. Black journalists like Steven Thrasher and Wesley Lowery were among many to help shift the coverage at the time.
My doubts about the ethics of how journalists cover Black lives and deaths were confirmed when I began to study history—in the earliest days of “objectivity,” Ida B. Wells and other Black journalists were branded as radicals for documenting lynchings in the US. I learned about many other journalists who resisted “objectivity.” Wells’s editor and friend T. Thomas Fortune wrote about the difference between being nonpartisan and being neutral in the 1890s. Labor organizers and writers Marvel Cooke and Heywood Broun were part of the earliest newspaper strikes in the 1930s, just as the “objective” ideal for journalism solidified. New York Times reporter and disability activist Kerry Gruson spoke out against the Vietnam War while working as a journalist and had an experience covering Vietnam that changed her perspective for the rest of her life. Sandy Nelson, a lesbian socialist reporter, sacrificed her mainstream journalism career in the late 1980s to make a point about freedom of speech.
There are plenty of more contemporary examples, too: Desmond Cole of the Toronto Star, who insisted on the importance of protest as a Black journalist; New York Times reporter Linda Greenhouse, whose 2017 memoir on her life as a journalist contains a thoughtful critique of the performance of “objectivity”; journalists who reject “objectivity” in their coverage of white supremacy, including Pulitzer Prize–winner Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah, Peabody-nominated podcaster John Biewen, Guardian correspondent Gary Younge; and Meredith Talusan, a former BuzzFeed reporter who has been working to create new models for storytelling as a Filipina trans person. These journalists have dramatic stories of resisting traditional journalistic “objectivity” and exciting ideas about what it could mean to be a journalist today.
Of course, I can’t talk about challenges to “objectivity” without talking about its powerful opponents in right-wing media. During the so-called age of consensus—the post-WWII era in the United States when relatively liberal, anti-Communist, and pro-capitalist ideology was dominant within the white power structure—right-wing activists largely agreed with left-wing activists that objectivity was a mythology favoring the status quo. But in the 1960s, this widespread perception of a unified sphere of mainstream consensus began to fall apart. Right-wing activists then figured out a brilliant strategy to capitalize on that fragmentation: smear any media they didn’t like as “biased,” while claiming that any media they did like was fair and impartial. Notably, in the 1970s, right-wing media watchdogs and activists helped undermine public broadcasting in its earliest days by vilifying it for having a “liberal bias,” a tactic that worked to pull public media to the right and to encourage censorship of people of color and LGBTQ people.
That sidelining of already marginalized voices, not just in public media but in all mainstream media, has real consequences. I take as an example what happened in the 1980s, when the AIDS crisis emerged and then exploded in the absence of big-ticket news coverage. The stories of gay media activists from that time period show how what is within the sphere of legitimate controversy can have life-or-death consequences, and how quickly the sphere of acceptable debate can change. Gay journalists and documentarians John Scagliotti, Andrew Kopkind, and Marlon Riggs animated my research into how journalists can be a part of changing the frame.
By the end of the 1990s, Fox News had emerged with the tagline “We Report, You Decide.” It was the ultimate distortion of the mythology of objectivity: Fox was unabashed in its partisanship, but fully claimed the title of “objective.” Through the story of scorned former right-wing journalist David Brock, I look at how right-wing media’s “objective” charade has dangerous consequences, as the public becomes more and more cynical about truth, fact, and reality. But I argue that we can’t fight that cynicism with a return to a mythical “objective” past.
Throughout The View from Somewhere, I attempt to pull on the threads of race, class, and gender that constantly reveal themselves in debates about whether “objectivity” is the right frame for twenty-first-century journalism. I look critically at some of my own reporting during the 2016 presidential election, and I consider the history of the coverage of transgender people, which has always been subjective and ideological. I argue that that’s okay: everyone has a frame through which we think, interpret, and speak. Once we are conscious of these frames, we can choose our stories and the values they reflect.
A part of the backdrop for this book is the popular twenty-first-century belief that the news media is in crisis. This idea that the press has been pushed to a breaking point by rampant clickbait, unabashed media bias, and the decline of local print media has been the topic of many tomes over the last couple of decades. The proliferation of options for online news, combined with the growing power of social media platforms, has decimated the business model for news media, forcing many organizations to shrink, go under, or radically rethink their structures. Certainly, the funding model is broken, a problem I don’t try to solve here. But some of my conclusions are hopeful.
I don’t believe that there is only one truth, but I still believe that truth is worth pursuing, and its pursuit still requires the rigorous practice of reporting. The careful observation of events, gathering of commentary, verification through a variety of means, and the production and analysis of data are all aspects of “objective” journalism I would not do away with. I don’t propose that everything journalists do should be a polemic or an opinion piece, however subjective all reporting may be. By vocation, journalists are looking for new facts, truths that require seeing outside of ourselves. We see and interpret these truths through our ever-subjective lens, but it is our job to go looking, to try to be honest about the search.
Abandoning “objectivity” leaves us in need of new ways to think about journalism and trust, work that many people are already doing; transparency, equity, an analysis of power and oppression, and community accountability are all elements of the movement to revive and revise journalism for the twenty-first century. Journalists in the US today need to define our values, identify and acknowledge the ideological frames from which we work, and develop tools for being accountable to the communities we cover. Verification, deep sourcing, and data-based research must increasingly be paired with radical transparency and media activism; curiosity must increasingly be paired with a sharp, and shifting, analysis of power and oppression and how they operate both in our daily lives and in our newsrooms. Rebuilding trust with audiences must begin at the grassroots.
While I don’t propose a single solution to save us from the sinking ship of “objectivity,” I am persuaded that “just the facts” is no longer enough to justify the existence of journalism. We need to ask ourselves: What will our facts be in service of in the future? Fascism or democracy? Capitalism or collectivity? Anti-racism or white supremacy? These aren’t idle questions, but consequential ones that we can’t erase by pretending they aren’t there or by clinging to dated notions of consensus, notions that evolved when there were hardly any women or people of color in newsrooms.
And it matters more than ever who is making the news. Until recently, the majority of Americans were excluded from even being journalists because they were women, people of color, or LGBTQ. As I discovered through my research, gay journalists were the ones who made more room for stories about gay people and AIDS; Black anti-lynching activists were the leaders in telling stories about the terrors of Jim Crow laws; #BlackLivesMatter activists were the ones who created an opening for better reporting on police killings; and transgender writers have been leading the debate over trans issues for two decades, in spite of our exclusion from much of the supposedly “objective” discussions about our lives. A wonderful part of the end of “objectivity” is that oppressed people’s voices can no longer be excluded on the false pretense that we are biased in favor of our own humanity, that we are too close to the story.
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As you may have gathered from my repeated use of the terms “fact” and “truth,” I don’t believe we’re in a post-fact era. We have lots of facts, lots of information—more raw data about the world is available than ever before. This abundance of facts is perhaps exactly why there is so much pressure for the role of the journalist to change, and so much insecurity about who can or should be a journalist. We are no longer professional intermediaries, controlling the access to information the way print journalists did in the 1950s—Facebook and Twitter and YouTube have taken over that role, with little regard for the standards previously held dear by journalists.
Some are horrified by the idea that people can just skip stories they don’t want to hear, go only to websites that reflect their own worldview. As a member of an outsider community too long misrepresented in mainstream news, I’m not horrified by this new paradigm of choice: I’m delighted by its potential and interested in its consequences. I think what we’re trying to figure out today is how journalists can become people who don’t just impart facts, but who interact, engage, and ultimately bring meaning and shape to information. Our stories still matter, because they tell people what world they live in, and help people imagine what other worlds might be possible. But it is more important than ever how and why these stories are produced.
The View from Somewhere is ultimately an argument against what I view as a damaging false dichotomy. I believe journalists can seek the truth without engaging in a battle against the subjective or the activist. And battles against subjectivity and activism have too often amounted to being battles against the marginalized and oppressed. That is because the center is ever shifting and “objectivity” is a false ideal that upholds the status quo. Once we accept that, I believe journalists can apply a new rigor and sense of mission to our work. I don’t ask that other people’s sense of mission be the same as mine. But I do hope we can take responsibility for the choices we face in shaping reality.