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TrumpTracker farewell and thoughts on the state of journalism

TrumpTracker

Baynard Woods Jul 4, 2018 1:00 AM
The author, effigy in tow, ready to set out on yet another writing adventure.
This is the final TrumpTracker column that I will be writing.

I remember the urgency with which it started. I was super stoned in a Denver hotel room just days after Donald Trump was elected president. Editors at various alt-weeklies had been wringing their hands about how to deal with Trump. Many of these papers had been militantly local during the Obama era — when I was managing editor of the Baltimore City Paper, my unofficial motto was “militantly Baltimorean.” But now it seemed that whenever someone picked up their local paper, they would want to see some news from the alt angle — not the Nazi alt of alt-right, but the independent, insouciant and fiercely opinionated alt of the alternative press.

Now, more than 70 columns later, either that has changed or I was wrong-headed from the start. The Trump regime has taken up so much air from every other story that, while it is wildly important and has implications everywhere, I believe that each of these papers is better served following up on the way Trump’s policies affect their local communities.

If it were like the old days and papers were fat and had money, a national column would be great. But this is a time of crisis for the press as much as it is for democracy. David Simon, creator of The Wire, has said that the death of newspapers will usher in — or has ushered in — a golden age of corruption because there is no one left to watch City Hall. Except for the wretches who work for the paper you’re holding in your hands.

Support them now or you will miss them when they are gone. Since the beginning of this column in January 2017, my own home paper, the Baltimore City Paper, was shut down. We immediately responded with an attempt to start a new paper. We partnered with the nonprofit Real News Network and the Washington Blade and founded the Baltimore Beat. It lasted for four months before the people with the money pulled out.

Now, in our city, where we will have more than 300 murders again this year, where we had a major police corruption scandal that will overturn nearly 2,000 cases, where the police commissioner was federally charged and resigned after only months in office, we have no outlet like the paper you are holding. There is no single place where you can mourn for those murdered, mock the bullshit politicians, and celebrate some artistic or culinary innovation or creature comfort. There is nowhere for that voice. And our city sorely misses it.

The art and music scenes are less cohesive, hardly scenes at all anymore. New writers aren’t following their passions and learning their chops. People aren’t doing insane experiments like I once did — listening to only local music for an entire year (music editors, take note).

The Washington City Paper, one of the other early sponsors of this column, came dangerously close to death during the last year; an execution stayed only by the intervention of a billionaire. The Bezos model (Jeff Bezos, CEO of Amazon, bought The Washington Post, you’ll recall) seems to work in Washington, D.C., but we can’t all count on that.

I’ve gotten countless emails from other editors saying something like, “Hey man, we love the column but can’t afford it anymore.” I was once in the same boat myself as a managing editor. It is brutal.

Between the first draft of this column and this final version, four of my fellow journalists were murdered in their newsroom, an hour away from my own. Every reporter I have ever known has been threatened or maligned at some point, but this has gotten so much worse under Trump. We don’t need the CNNs and MSNBCs. We need the Annapolis Capital Gazettes and all the small struggling papers that carried this column. And fuck you, Milo Yiannopoulos, and fuck you, Trump.

I learned from Spy Magazine that every good column has heroes and villains. Donald Trump was one of Spy’s main villains back in the 1980s, and he was the overarching villain of this column. But there were also all of those who enabled him and who he enabled, especially former National Security Advisor Michael Flynn, the alt-right goons of Charlottesville, the dark corners of the web, Project Veritas, and the ever-so-silly and sad “western chauvinist”™ frat of the Proud Boys, whose litigious western chauvinist™ lawyer threatened legal action against the papers carrying this column.

Foremost among the heroes are the 230 people arrested during the inauguration protests. The very first column detailed those protests, after I was gassed and pepper sprayed and almost arrested by the mobs of cops with covered faces who ultimately kettled a large group of protesters.

The protesters were all charged for the few windows that were broken on the theory that because they wore black and were part of a “black bloc” protest they all conspired to damage the property. They were facing more than 60 years each.

After a year and a half of paying two U.S. Attorneys to prosecute the case and full-time detective and part-time Trump-lover Gregg Pemberton to work it, several defendants have been acquitted on all counts, and the charges against many others have been dropped. This includes the charges against Elizabeth Lagesse, one of the real heroes of this column, who taught herself everything possible about the case and went to nearly every proceeding, and filed suit with the American Civil Liberties Union against Washington, D.C.’s police department.

Aaron Cantú, a journalist at the Santa Fe Reporter, is still facing charges. Over the last year and a half, the #Resistance has halfheartedly fallen in love with the “free press.” They’ve railed against Trump’s tweets but those among them who are politicians have still lied to us, and those among them that are Beltway journalists have ignored Cantú’s plight. Cantú has been living under serious criminal charges for a year and a half because he covered a protest. And he’s a hell of a good reporter.

But the real heroes of the column are the alt-weekly papers that published it and the readers who followed along. I am so grateful to have been able to have a home in each of your cities and towns. And I learned so much from having editors in Colorado Springs or Jackson Hole, Wyoming, and so many others.

Finally, Mary Finn spent countless hours filing Freedom of Information Act requests — some of which we are still waiting on (fingers crossed) — and editing the column. Brandon Soderberg has been a tireless editor and a great friend and collaborator through this. Brandon and I will be writing a book over the next year, so if you enjoyed the column at all, keep an eye out for it.

Thank you to everyone for everything, and to the great Lawrence Weschler for the second half of the sign-off below.

Much Love and Grim Solidarity.