Yet another passing.
With death comes beginnings.
That’s the way it is this summer.
With the death of Walter Cronkite, a fellow Missourian, the legendary newsman’s creed dies with him. For no other person on planet earth today, who is in a position of power and influence, has the nerve to speak the truth without worrying about some ode to political balance, even if that middle road gives short shrift to the truth. Another Missourian, Harry Truman, said it differently after “give ‘em hell, Harry” was coined: “I never give them hell. I just tell the truth and they think it’s hell.” I bet Walter Cronkite could relate. I sure can.
Cronkite also marks the final breath of all things 20th century, as the foundational media that spawned the behemoth that now exists today passes away, opening out on to… we don’t know what yet. But one thing is clear, the candid courage that was inherent in Cronkite the newsman died long ago.
Cronkite ended the Vietnam war as people had thought of it. He had the nerve to do and say what others did not. The impact was wide and immediate.
“If I’ve lost Cronkite, I’ve lost middle America.” – President Johnson
When the Republicans were hunting Democratic president William Jefferson Clinton, it was Walter Cronkite who offered a well planned photo op through a simple sailing trip with the Clintons. It didn’t stop Republicans from their hunt, but Cronkite didn’t care. He witnessed their collective shrug after Reagan’s Iran-Contra, far more dangerous than a sexual fling (however stupid), so he knew what it was about.
There is no news person in the traditional media who would dare do anything like this today for fear of making enemies somewhere, causing ratings to fall, their own popularity to dim.
New media has shown itself the closest to Cronkite’s legacy. Though we have yet to shrug off loyalty to Party personage and the belief that our political system works to do anything but continue the star chamber at all costs, including principle. Working for something greater and wider that leads to seeing beyond our own myopia and borders.
When Walter Cronkite said the Vietnam war seemed “unwinnable,” it was a seminal moment in U.S. history. Mr. Cronkite said the same thing about the Iraq war.
Juxtaposed against Cronkite’s transparency to truth, news organizations across the dial and into cable were busy imbedding their journalists with the U.S. military readying for invasion so they could get a front row view. Their headlines and footage dependent on the Defense Department, citizens were left to speculate how that curved their coverage.
That’s the way it is today.
Access journalism and chumminess; sacred cows and dishonesty; picking sides and propping up politicos; becoming invested in the relationship as professional ego bites down to protect what you’ve adopted, even if it has no relation to transparency of fact and truth.
That Cronkite died this summer puts a certain finality on what we’re witnessing day after day, week after week. It’s becoming the summer of death, 2008, with the feeling that something larger is passing away.
We now have a chance to shape what happens next, but it’s going to take more courage than is currently being displayed.
There are few heroes to tell us the stories straight, lead beyond partisan footholds that will make today’s news troubadours worthy of being a trusted source in news, let alone the most trusted. It is forever a goal. For in order to tell any tale you can’t be beholden to anyone.
That’s the way it is.












