This is from a Facebook post by Mr John Thomas (JT) – conveys some important ideas about journalism and journalist requirements (call it ‘conditions of becoming a good journalist’)
Remember that poem by Rudyard Kipling (who incidentally was also a journalist) you may have learned along the way here? Here’s a Sydney journalism professor’s inspirational adaptation for his students. (JT)
A JOURNALIST’S ‘IF’
By Mark Pearson
If you can make some sense out of a complicated mess
And craft a bright, clear lead of 20 words or less
If you can take pride in the words that stand beneath your name
But know a byline carries more responsibility than fame
If you can stay well beyond your shift and burn the midnight oil
Just to get the story done, expecting nothing for your toil
When all your friends are partying the wee small hours away
While you’re still at the office – just because you want to stay.
If you can realise journalism holds a place for every type,
The quiet golden retriever and the terrier with its bark and hype
That there are many ways to chase a story and do our very best
We match our methods to our type and aim to beat the rest.
If you can drive to work not knowing where you’ll finish up that day
And accept that some disaster might be just an hour away
Or that you might be with a sporting star or chatting with Tom Cruise
Or editing the tidal charts and checking crossword clues.
If you can interview a president and then a homeless soul
And learn to listen to them both to make your story whole
Because listening and questioning are the golden pair
Then accuracy, a nose for news, and a commitment to be fair.
If you learn writing is important, but it’s not the florid kind
“Keep it simple stupid” is the motto to bear in mind.
There’s scope for creativity with the angle, not the facts,
And adjectives and adverbs are bound to get the axe.
If you shelve your own opinions, despite how heartfelt they may be
Allowing others their full say, erasing that word “me”.
Remember readers own the press – it’s not there for you
It’s not your job to impress, but to seek another view.
If you can rise above the pressure of all your precious peers
And snatch a story from beneath their noses which burns their lazy ears
But still realise that sometimes you need to hunt in packs
Ever mindful of the need to keep arm’s length from all the hacks.
If you can take a newsroom full of cynics – crusty, gnarled and tired
And ignite them with that passion for which you have been hired
And see them reinvent themselves and restart their careers
All because your zest for life is music to their ears.
And then if a disaster strikes, if you can set aside your fears
And focus on the story amidst the blood and gore and tears
While many of your readers may be floating upside down
You get the presses rolling with the news to that wet town.
If you can defy the speed of sound and take a steady note
When all around are struggling to record a simple quote
And sit and watch the television replay those words you heard
Quoted on your own front page – exactly word for word.
If you can convince the toughest source you are someone they can trust
And don’t go off the record unless you truly must
And if you do, assure them that your honour will not fail
Even when you’re threatened with a lengthy stay in jail.
If you take yourself to places you would normally not go
In search of fresh new contacts – people you don’t know
Because stories lie in wait of you in clubs and shops and bars
Folks with different interests, who might well come from Mars.
If you can build a contact book others would kill to access
And keep it safe because that may be truer than you guess
Double check the spelling of even the simplest name
Cos even Jonny Smyth might not be spelt the same.
If you know when to knock upon the door of a grieving mother
And, equally, when to leave that same job to another
Yet show her it was worthwhile letting others see her tears
Because that’s the way we change the world and allay each other’s fears.
If you can stand at the dinner table among the chattering classes
And defend the freedom of the press as they snigger in their glasses
As they try to shoot the messenger for all and sundry ills
Remind them that it’s not the pen, but the crooked sword that kills.
And finally, if you can craft a masterpiece,
and have it chopped from the end
Yours is the world and everything that’s in it,
and – which is more – you’ll be a journalist, my friend!
© Mark Pearson 2005