“He was totally cynical,” one character said of another, eulogizing not just a colleague, but our whole way of life. Yet “underneath the cynicism was the same sweet fantasy we all have about this business — that we’re knights, that we right wrongs, and then afterwards you go out and have a drink because that’s what you do.”
Or what we did, anyway. And when the reporters up on the stage applauded like crazy, the totally cynical knight sitting beside me forgot where he was and clapped, too, winning many, many husband points for letting his heart show like that.
I worked at New York Newsday for just a sliver of that time, from ’89 to ’92, but to me, the most important moment of the show comes when McAlary gets a tip that some cops have beaten and sodomized a man they’ve arrested outside a Brooklyn nightclub. Mac is on his way to chemo when he hears the message, and doesn’t feel like following up. But his wife Alice, played by Maura Tierney, demands that he do it anyway. Who, exactly, will answer that call if he doesn’t, she wants to know. Who will people call, and tell, and count on to do something about it?
In the end, of course, McAlary goes straight from his doctor’s office to Abner Louima’s hospital room, where he learns that some men in badges but no name tags have, in the employ of and in the name of the City of New York, sodomized him with a toilet plunger, because they could.
Alice McAlary’s question has never been more important than it is now: Who will do that kind of reported story if we in the dreaded MSM don’t? Think fast, because on top of our ongoing financial problems and the usual attacks from right and left, the White House seems to be trying to criminalize journalism, prosecuting more leak cases than all other administrations put together, and treating a Fox News reporter like an enemy agent.
Like Ephron, who worked for the New York Post for five years, and indeed like most of the people I’ve worked with at four different newspapers over the last 29 years, I never wanted to do anything else growing up, and am prouder to be part of our poor beleaguered business today than on my first night shift covering cops for the Dallas Morning News in 1984.
New York Newsday was way more diverse than Ephron’s mostly Irish male rendering of it, and we broke all kinds of news that had nothing to do with either crime or The Donald, who was, it’s true, forever trying to plant stories about all the women who were supposedly after him.
Where are all the women in the newsroom, you might ask, in this show by one of our best tellers of women’s stories? Well, as Jay Carney would say, I appreciate the question. And unlike the White House press secretary in recent weeks, I know the answer: Plenty of us were out knocking on doors in the middle of the night, too — Elaine Rivera and Rita Giordano and Rose Arce in particular. When photographer Erica Berger and I had a gun pulled on us in a crack house in the Bronx one night, while following around an addict whose attempts to get clean we were chronicling, we just had a calming cocktail or two and went home happy to have gotten the story.
The one female reporter in ‘Lucky Guy’ is so work-brittle she never wants to leave the office to cover anything, but that’s not how it was. The paper’s stable of columnists in those days included not only Murray Kempton and Sydney Schanberg and Jim Dwyer, but Sheryl McCarthy and Carole Agus and Gail Collins. And though the play says over and over that everybody wanted to be Jimmy Breslin, let’s just say that’s not the way I remember it.
Newspapering is the greatest, the McAlary character says, “because you work in a profession that can make the world just a little bit better.” And I still believe that so strongly that I’m forever arguing with those who only see our mistakes.
Sometimes, I remind our critics that we only found out about massive problems at Walter Reed because of Anne Hull, Dana Priest and the Washington Post, and about secret CIA prisons also thanks to Dana and the Post. How did we learn D.C. Mayor Vince Gray’s election was poisoned by illegal campaign contributions? Nikita Stewart and the Post. About Virginia Gov. Bob McDonnell’s alleged ethical lapses? Let’s see, the Post’s Roz Helderman and Laura Vozzella.
We know the Department of Justice used security badge access records to track a Fox News reporter’s comings and goings from the State Department thanks to the Post’s Ann Marimow. About David Petraeus’s role in drafting the Benghazi talking points thanks to the paper’s Scott Wilson and Karen DeYoung. (Where are the women? Here we are.)
So who will take the kind of call Alice McAlary was talking about if newspapers are not there? No one, that’s who. There is no substitute for knocking on doors. There is no substitute for taking tips seriously. And just like democracy itself is, as Churchill said, the worst form of government except for all those others that have been tried, the press you’ve got is worse than anything except the press you soon might not have.