I saw this Washington Post article (via Hot Air), and I, well, winced. To be fair, I believe that the author of that article is sincere when he says that the Washington Post should hire more conservatives for its news sections; but I do not believe that the author has really considered precisely how nasty and short a career those conservatives will have, once they start becoming effective. The brutal truth of the matter is that conservatives have noted, time and again, that attempts to break into the bastion of liberal thought that is the newspaper business goes as follows:
- A liberal Media organization announces fairly well-known up-and-coming conservative pundit/writer to work for them.
- The Left goes through the pundit/writer’s backlog to find something that can be used to discredit him or her.
- The Left full-court presses their “revelations” until something sticks.
- The liberal Media organization caves, fires the pundit/writer.
- The Left pats itself on the back.
I can guarantee you that somebody on the Left is right now reading this, and murmuring “Right on!” – and annoying as that is, that is how it is; and crying about it won’t change the situation. The Media may want conservatives, theoretically – but they usually don’t want them badly enough to tell the slavering mob to go away. So, what can you do, then? You can’t expect somebody to take a job – particularly in this economy – that they know they’re going to keep two, three weeks tops; and you can’t make people be sacrificial victims, either. In fact, there’s only one damned thing that the Right can do:
(murmuring) Right on.
PS: I don’t really care what traditions the modern newspaper business maintains, largely because they’ve abandoned this one:
If Woodhouse knew nothing of journalism, young Ollyett, who had graduated in a hard school, knew a good deal. Our halfpenny evening paper, which we will call _The Bun_ to distinguish her from her prosperous morning sister, _The Cake_, was not only diseased but corrupt. We found this out when a man brought us the prospectus of a new oil-field and demanded sub-leaders on its prosperity. Ollyett talked pure Brasenose to him for three minutes. Otherwise he spoke and wrote trade-English–a toothsome amalgam of Americanisms and epigrams. But though the slang changes the game never alters, and Ollyett and I and, in the end, some others enjoyed it immensely. It was weeks ere we could see the wood for the trees, but so soon as the staff realised that they had proprietors who backed them right or wrong, and specially when they were wrong (which is the sole secret of journalism), and that their fate did not hang on any passing owner’s passing mood, they did miracles.
Bolding mine. The quote is from Rudyard Kipling’s “The Village That Voted The Earth Was Flat,” and you should read it on general principles.