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Guelph Politico is locally sourced and dedicated to covering the political and cultural scene in the City of Guelph. Est. 2008.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

The Story After the Story

If you read this week's "Guelph Beat" in Echo Weekly, you might have taken it as an afront to the anonymous poster who, on this blog a few weeks ago, called into question my credentials to cover local politics. I was afraid that that's how it might read, though that wasn't my intent. A thick skin is necessary in this business. Not everybody is going to agree with you all the time, and the nature of the internet makes it easy for people to lash out with impunity. So notes of this nature are to be expected, if not encouraged. The galvanizing nature of modern politics makes it more inevitable than ever.
What's interesting is that the post came after I had officially left Marty Burke and the 41st Federal Election in the past. More than enough had been said about Burke and the way he waged his campaign, and the two sides of that argument were never going to concede anything. I was prepared, and am still prepared to let sleeping dogs lie. You may have noticed this week that Burke's restarted his letter-writing to the Mercury that had rather insulting language in regards to the current status of his former opponent Frank Valeriote. Despite the fact that it constituted about as much direct contact between Burke and Mercury as the entirety of the campaign, and no matter how much the reptilian part of my brain wanted to comment, I let it go.
Still, the piece in this week's Echo, despite being kind of self-centred, struck to the heart of something I've been experiencing as of the last campaign. The poster referred to in my column basically supposed that my coverage should be marginalized because a) I'm not part of a party, and b) that by working freelance and using Blogger, I cannot, and should not, be considered a legitimate news source (Even if the Guelph Mercury itself disagrees.)
I hope the piece stands by itself as a warning that our politics are entering dangerous territory, where the media is being treated by the party in power as an enemy to be obfuscated, and that anyone that disagrees with you is someone who should be pushed into silence. The total war to politics is become more and more a real threat with each passing poll.
In case you missed it, here's this week's enhanced "Guelph Beat."
So I was thumbing through NOW (like I usually do) and I came across a letter regarding a past issue about Toronto Mayor Rob Ford and his push to privatize the city’s garbage pick-up.
“I read your article on the garbage debate and sensed a little bitterness toward our mayor,” wrote Mike Holt. (Of course where he got an idea like that, I’ll never know.) “I, for one, am very proud of the citizens of Toronto for electing Rob Ford and feel he is doing a wonderful job. I savour every defeat of the socialist councillors and will continue to do so for the foreseeable future.”
He continued, “First Ford, then a majority for the federal Conservatives, and in October a landslide victory for the PCs in Ontario. I have never been prouder to be a Canadian.”
A couple of things concerned me while reading these words. One is the fact that in order for this man to be a proud Canadian, the majority of Canadians must support his political views, and two is the continuing notion of total warfare in politics that I’ve been seeing ever since the commencement of the last Federal Election.
To bring this back to Guelph, someone posted a comment on my blog, Guelph Politico, shortly after I adjourned for the Victoria Day long weekend. The comment was attached to a story I wrote about Conservative candidate Marty Burke a couple of days after the May 2nd election. I don’t think I had given a second thought to Burke or his disastrous campaign since hitting ‘Post’ on that article, but what was it that Al Pacino said famously in The Godfather Part III…

“Just curious as to what you feel qualifies you as any type of political expert?” asked the anonymous poster. Well there’s this monthly cheque I get from Echo Weekly. But seriously, what? Am I being called out? Because that’s what it feels like. But the poster goes further.
“Have you a graduate degree in political science? Have you worked behind the scenes for any of the parties? Are you a party member?” he or she asks.
First, I do not have a degree in political science. I have a plain old BA in History from the University of Guelph, where I also did take a several political courses. You know who else got a BA in History from the U of G? David Akin, an Ottawa reporter for CTV, Global and now host of The Daily Brief on the Sun News Network. Like me, he cut his journalistic teeth as Editor-in-Chief of the student paper The Ontarion.
As for the other two questions, no, I’ve neither worked behind the scenes for a party, nor have I been a party member. Do I have to be in order to better understand politics? One of the reasons I’ve never signed up for a party is because I enjoy by status as an independent. I find it better to keep my political options open, at the very least to make it easier for me to appear impartial as political reporter and commentator. But honestly, I’ve never in my adult life found myself drawn enough to a particular party to be a member.
“Or have you just taken the five minutes it takes to fire up a new blog through blogger, and viola you consider yourself and therefore implicitly demand others respect your opinion because you’ve actually taken 20 minutes and written an article? [sic]”
Well I’m not sure that sentence entirely makes sense, but I get your gist. And it actually took me 10 minutes to set up the blog and that includes choosing the template, and adding the words “Guelph Politico” to a picture of Guelph’s skyline I took for the banner. Oh, and then there’s the over 500 posts I’ve generated in nearly three years, and the hours I’ve invested in writing and doing research and searching out contacts and going to various events.
And I don’t demand others respect, I just seem to get it. Here are the names of a few people that have treated me like a journalist: Frank Valeriote, Liz Sandals, Mayor Karen Farbridge, the entirety of the 2006-10, and the 2011-14 city councils, Jack Layton, Elizabeth May, Stephane Dion, and numerous candidates in elections at all levels of government. And that’s just politics.
“Sorry Adam I see so much horse shit in your articles, plain lies in fact. You’re actually very lucky no one has decided to sue your ass yet.” Well, if they did decide to “sue my ass” as you say, I hope they enjoy their settlement win of X-Men comics and old Babylon 5 tapes (RIP Jeff Conway, AKA: Security Chief Zack Allen).
I won’t bother to ask Anonymous to point out the “plain lies” I’ve perpetuated. “Lying” has become a blanket term used by people of all political stripes to attack people that disagree with them. My conduct and my credentials have never been called into question until this past election cycle, and I’m sorry to say that it’s because of the growing stte of poisonous partisanship.
Speaking on violence after the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., Robert F. Kennedy said that hatred forces us to look at our brother like aliens, “Alien men with whom we share a city, but not a community.” He asked people to remember that “that those who live with us are our brothers,” and that perhaps “we can begin to work a little harder, to become in our hearts brothers and countrymen once again.”
May the same be said of us after a nasty election.


Candice said...

So I'm confused. Does the anonymous poster believe that only people with political science degrees or who are paid and active members of a political party should be allowed to vote?

Thank goodness after 16 years of voting for the person I felt best represented my interests as a common person, I've finally taken the step to become a political party member and can now vote without that nagging feeling that my opinion was worth nothing.

Kosta Gligorijevic said...

Best to ignore this sort of ad hominem nonsense. Even Chomsky gets attacked for being a linguist out of line. Don't take it to heart.