There was a time when young people grew up with the dream of being the best journalist and investigative reporter ever to have been. A dream of saving a people, a community, or even the world with truth and facts that no one else had been able to uncover before he or she had pursued the answers and wrong-doing hidden by injustice and overwhelming falsehood. It would be such an honor to be that good and to do that much good. But that time seems to be no more.
It seems many so-called journalists are nothing more than propaganda writers and hosts. What else can they be called? The objectivity is missing. Opinion pieces are being presented as truth and facts, when often… they are lacking in both. And the so-called news of the day, sounds like a reality show that fashioned itself after the “Running Man“, where those in authority via either government or corporations decide who is guilty and who is innocent and who will appear to be either.
Where is the fire? Where is the passion to seek out the facts and to share them with the world? Where is the love for truth and honor? Where has it all gone?
If the dreams of being the best of the best have become ones of being the best liar or slanter or propaganda promoter of them all — we are truly a world lost and journalism no longer has any meaning resembling what it once was. It means, from here on out, we will never know if what we hear is truth or merely the opinion someone wishes us to believe as truth and fact. Never again will any dream be our own. It will always be a dream defined for us and demanded as something we accept as our truth.