Mama Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Journalists

If you're in journalism you're on your way up or on your way down.

On the last night of this year’s National Association of Black Journalists convention my wife and I were sitting in the lobby of the Philadelphia Marriott hotel chatting and having drinks with from some colleagues commiserating about the sorry state of journalism and our place in it.

One subject that invariably comes up during these gatherings of the journalistic tribes is how hard it is to make a living as a journalist anymore.  Newspapers have gutted their staffs, the number of places where you can go online to write for are tightening their belts and the ones that pay for content are tougher than ever to break into.   It’s a buyer’s market and a lot of journalists are being shut out of it.

The cliche was “last hired, first fired” but now there’s no security for anyone.  Whites are just as likely as Blacks and Latinos to be shown the door when the next series of cuts, layoffs, buy outs, early retirements and firings come along.   Maybe it used to be the bottom feeders were the ones who had the most to worry about when they were called into the boss’ office on Friday, but now anybody can get kicked to the curb at any moment.  Job security is a joke and the few left standing doing double and triple-duty are like the last survivors in The Walking Dead.  Their time is coming soon and they know it.

I got a good laugh at the convention when I was informed the title “freelancer” is passe.  Now the vogue term is “entrepreneurial journalist” and your business is selling Brand You.  You have to have a blog, a Facebook page, a Twitter and Linkedin account.  You should have streaming media of your television and radio appearances and you should be ready to strut your stuff and show you’re a 21st Century Renaissance Man ready, willing and able to navigate the brave new world of the new media world.

Which is a crock.  You can paint your body red, white and blue, stick a flag in your navel and call yourself Yankee Doodle Dandy.  It matters less what title you go by than it does whether there are any opportunities available.  If there aren’t does it really matter what’s on your 500 free Vistaprint business cards?

There’s still work for journalists, but what work there is may not be permanent, may not be where you want to go or the type you want to do.

Listen to the optimists and the great recession sounds like a great opportunity. This is the time for the creative class to brand itself! A day job, they say, is so 20th century – as quaint and outdated as tail fins and manual sewing machines.

Thanks to laptops, cheap Internet connections and structural changes in the world economy, we’re living in a world of “free agents” – “soloists” who are “self-branding” and empowered to live flexible and self-determining lives full of meaning. We are all citizens of Freelance Nation — heirs not to the old-school stodgy, gray-flannel-suit Organization Man but to the coonskin-capped pioneers and rugged, self-made types who built this country.

Maybe Clark Kent should be Superman full-time.

But for those who must actually scrape together work in this new “gig economy” – architects, filmmakers, writers, musicians, bookstore managers, graphic designers and other downsized members of the creative class, folks made obsolete by the Internet and the current predatory style of corporations – Freelance Nation is a place where they fight to keep a home or medical insurance.

Some are losing their houses. Others are watching marriages go up in smoke or falling into heavy drinking. Still others are couch-jumping for months or years at a time. Or they’re veering close to bankruptcy because of the risk of living without medical insurance. Call it the new creative destruction.

Matthew Wake had paid his dues. Post-college, he’d worked as short-order cook, waited tables, worked construction and clerked in record stores. While he was living in New Orleans, playing guitar in bands, a girlfriend suggested he might try something less financially risky than piling into a van to play small clubs across the South: music journalism.

Wake didn’t walk right into a staff job – he wrote copy for a bank, freelanced for papers for free, sold ads and sat through three-hour town-planning meetings, all ways to break in. But after a few years he became a writer, and later editor, at several Southern papers. For his latest job, he was a staff writer at a weekly in Greenville, S.C. The paper was owned by Gannett – a famously profit-driven company. “Every quarter was like a Friday the 13th horror film,” he recalls. “‘Am I gonna be the guy that Freddie gets?'”

One day in June, he and his colleagues were called into a room and told the paper was eliminating its arts and entertainment staff: The weekly would recycle copy from other papers in the chain. It was one of about 20,000 layoffs at Gannett under former CEO Craig Dubow, who retired last month due to medical issues and left the company with a $37.1 million golden parachute.

“First,” Wake says of his life post-job, “I went through my savings the way Jane’s Addiction goes through bass players. I hit up tons and tons of publications – local, regional, national. What I’ve observed is that as times get tough, freelance is the first thing they cut.” And publications are shrinking. “Spin just went bimonthly. The Rolling Stone I get in the mail is about as thin as a brochure. There will be more rats fighting for that same piece of cheese.”

Unpleasant as working for Gannett could be, Wake lived in a three-bedroom house, buying CDs or heading to bars when he wanted to. Now, he’s moved back to his hometown – Huntsville, Ala. — and has taken a room in the house he grew up in, now owned by his attorney brother. He writes for pay when he can, and lives off what he makes taking care of his 91-year-old grandmother. “It gives me something to do so I don’t have to go back to waiting tables,” he says. “I just turned 40.”

It’s hard not to feel like he’s going backward. When Wake had a job, he was able to make some forays into collecting art. “Now I have the same Stones poster I had in college… Do I go into PR? Marketing? I go from interviewing Slash to writing copy for a Denny’s menu? It’s gonna be a weird world for a while.”

As long as there are people willing to read, there will always be a need for people willing to write.  Whether or not anyone will pay you for your words is another matter.  There will always be a place for writers, but I’m not so sure there will always be one for journalists.   It feels like an endangered profession.

This month counts as a good one for me.  I submitted an article to The Root and they published it.  It only took ten months since the last one they accepted.

You owe anyone money they’re willing to wait ten months before they get it?  You can make a nice living as a freelancer, but it’s going to take a lot of writing for $25 bucks here and $100 bucks there before you make any money at it.   That is if you can find a publisher who doesn’t expect you to write for nothing.

I wouldn’t tell a student today looking at a career to consider journalism.  No way.  If they ignored my advice and pursued the profession anyway, I’d tell them they better have a strong minor to fall back on.  Clark Kent needs Superman more than the other way around.

Reporters should be considered an endangered species.

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3 thoughts on “Mama Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Journalists

  1. “Listen to the optimists and the great recession sounds like a great opportunity.”

    I guess I’m a diehard optimist. Self-deluded or not, I’d rather put my mental, and spiritual energies into believing that “great opportunities” still exist in this recession, rather than put them into believing that all is lost.

    Sometimes, you have to recreate yourself, if not the whole self, then those parts of the self that appear anachronistic and in need of a new, up-to-date version of those outdated segments of the self.

    Steve Jobs was fired from Apple. Here’s what he said about that painful experience:

    “I didn’t see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

    “I’m pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn’t been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don’t lose faith. I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on.”

    This is from a Commencement address Jobs gave on June 12, 2005 for Standford University graduates. The full address is here: http://diasporablack.blogspot.com/2011/10/single-best-invention-of-life.html

  2. So true.

    My local newspaper has recently laid off one third of its editorial staff. The typos and bad grammar are now spreading like wildfire and many of the stories are blatant copy and paste jobs of press releases from the Internet with little attempt to put things into context or critically evaluate what is being said (and surely it’s the intelligent commentary and analysis that sells newspapers, as it doesn’t take a genius to download press releases). And then the newspapers complain they are losing circulation and blaing the Internet. But they don’t understand you can’t beat the Internet by being a bad copy of it. I suppose it’s all a logical consequence of the business paradigm that you spend as little as possible and charge as much as possible. Some profit is no longer good enough. Profit must be maximized.

  3. It all goes along with the “magical thinking” that seems to be taking over this country. Impression has taken the lead over scientific knowledge or factual experience. My friends in textbook publishing tell me I wouldn’t believe how many writers of copy for students’ lessons are doing “research” with Internet pages instead of original source material. But I believe it because I know that the increasingly pressurized deadlines in textbook production have forced that to be the case. There’s no money in waiting for accuracy. Very scary route we’re all on. And the less apt we are to question what we’re reading, the more apt we are to think stupid thoughts. I’m an optimist by nature but finding it very difficult to remain one when I really stop to think.

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