I wake up anxious every day, just to find out what Obama will be doing in the afternoon.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. Perhaps my enthusiasm for The New York Times Now newsletter has got me a little carried away.
The era of digital journalism is upon us, where we consumers can uncover the president’s whereabouts, the history of Pac Man, and the leaked merger of two media companies before their employees even hear of the negotiations –– all at the tap of a screen and the stroke of a thumb.
It seems that everything is and can be known, while nothing is secret or sacred for long. With trust comes a yearning for greater transparency, a transparency that was once denied by all.
We have yet to experience an age of fluid, free-for-all information in America as we encounter today.
Those inspirational posters in elementary schools across the country speak at least one truth: knowledge, I’ve come to learn, is power. The masses are no longer deposited in darkness, shackled from the bitter underbelly of reality. We can touch the truth, the stories from the “other side” –– if only we so choose.
I never appreciated how journalists have truly become the gatekeepers of society’s information until I thought about President Obama and his endless, ever-changing agenda. If I didn’t have the thorough research, wit and intellect of journalists at the Times, I’d have absolutely no concept of the events occurring in Washington D.C., let alone with whom the president was having lunch. I’d be clueless and unawares in my small hometown of Ohio (a state that nobody ever cares about until election season starts).
You see, I’d know the high school choir and band rosters for next school year, the best price for blueberries from the local groceries, that the house across the street is for sale. But I wouldn’t have any concept of the tragedies in Nepal, have read BuzzFeed’s bulletproof resumé advice, or know that John Kerry broke his leg in Europe earlier this week.
I’d be left in blissful, mind-numbing ignorance, but I’d be none the wiser.
I read articles, I follow journalists because there is always something more for me to gain. I marvel at how I will never, ever stop learning in this life, so long as I choose to keep exploring.
Journalists pave the path for discovery, for intrigue, for curiosity. We are forever indebted to their services, their tireless effort to share with us, the audience, another glimpse of the world beyond our front door.
So next time you share a story with a friend –– a story that took place beyond your ivory tower town –– pause, and retweet a journalist. You only know so much as your fellow human beings let you know, so support the journalists who tire away for your attention. They’re doing this for you.
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