By Arelya J. Mitchell, Publisher/Editor-in-Chief
The Mid-South Tribune and the Black Information Highway
Michelle Fields is a disgrace to journalism. Those who are jumping on her bandwagon are equally so.
For those who do not know Fields, this is this little brat who has been showing off bruises she allegedly received from Corey Lewandowski, Trump’s campaign manager during an event in Jupiter, Florida. Also, coming to this brat’s defense are women journalists and a group of conservative women who are now demanding that Trump fire Lewandowski. Underneath their display of outrage is nothing more than hating Trump and not from some outrage of violation over Field’s journalistic integrity.
If this matter had happened at any other presidential candidate’s event, nary would a word be heard, but whatever Trump does or anything connected to him provides a feeding frenzy which borders on mass mainstream journalism insanity.
Bonnets off to Breitbart for accepting her resignation and from those sheep in their organization who followed her. Miss Crybaby Brat Journalist felt her editor should have stood behind her when she came running back to the office whining that she was ill-treated by the Trump campaign and attacked by Lewandowski. Video will show that this brat journalist wasn’t caught in anymore of a dilemma than what many journalists have been caught up in when trying to get a story—that is in an extreme crowded situation that sometimes turns into a scuffle. Yes, you may feel someone jerk you, pull on you, yank you and such. But this is more of an irritation than a matter which merits a police assault charge. This is not about her being slugged, slapped, or slaughtered, albeit by her actions one would have thought that Lewandowski had done all of this.
Fields represents what’s wrong with journalism today, because the support she is getting hasn’t anything to do with journalism but rather the politics of mainstream media deciding that such foolishness by Fields will help them advance their collective hatred of Trump and their goal to dismantle his campaign by any means necessary, mainly because Trump doesn’t fit their mode of a conventional politico in an Age of Political Correctness. Most of these journalists know they’ve come up against worse treatment. Yes, I am sure some even got bruises or were grabbed by the arm or collar and pulled back, or touched in a way to block them from getting to the object of their reporting.
In the capacity of editor-in-chief (having been in that capacity for two newspapers), I have had my share of reporters who got into trouble while covering stories, and let me tell you if one had come back like this whiny crybaby reporter upset that she got a few non-life threatening bruises while covering her subject, I would have either fired her, put her on suspension, or given her a desk job in Antarctica.
In the history of my journalism career, I have covered presidents, presidential candidates who receive Secret Service protection; I have covered Democrat and Republican national conventions. I have been caught in the middle of tight situations such as Miss Crybaby Brat. Yes, a good reporter would have tried to get to Trump after a press conference to get more if possible and risk being jerked back, pushed back, blocked off, or tapped on the shoulder. And if he or she did not succeed, he/she simply would have gone on with life until the next event or would have called up and try to set up an interview. It is what we do. It is the nature of the beast. I have had a Secret Service man practically pick up all of my 93 pounds (at the time) and place me aside. I didn’t get angry; I just thought, “Damn, I didn’t get it! (another statement).” And I’ve been placed in a holding room where the Secret Service searched through my purse (and moaned about it because I carry a really gigantic purse with everything but the kitchen sink) while I waited to interview a presidential candidate or president. Even after being cleared, I could only take my reporter’s notebook, pen, and tape recorder… I’ve covered an event in which I had a bottle of water in my purse and was told to drink it right then and there before I covered a president. I did and life went on… I have been invited to the White House and still I had to go through Secret Service procedures. Today’s world is even deadlier for presidents and for those who seek the highest office in the nation. I can go on in many, many instances of having to go through Secret Service, U.S. Marshals, police, etc. Again, it is what we do. It is our job as journalists. If you don’t have a thick skin, then you need to develop one.
As editor-in-chief, I’ve had reporters who were taken to jail when events got out of hand, and I have been awaken in the middle of the night by a photographer to say that the reporter was being carted off the jail. I’ve had one reporter who was adept in sign language to sign from the back of a squad car to the person she was with to call me. There have been many situations like this, but never and I do mean never did a reporter file an assault charge. I would not have allowed it because, honestly, taking such an action never would have occurred to me. And if it had, I would have thought it a repugnant one and an irresponsible one.
This 21st Century journalism has become fickle because of brat journalists who operate on the theory that people are supposed to be nice to them. (Pardon me, I have to go and throw up).
Sorry, but I equate Miss Crybaby Brat Journalist with the women who cry rape when nothing has been done to them, making it harder for women who are truly raped to be taken seriously. What news agency would want her after this? I wouldn’t, because the ramifications are so serious that if one were to send her on an interview which involves a male subject, he might go into a self-protection mode and not want her for fear she would file an assault charge against him because he looked at her cross-eyed, raised his voice, or that one of his people pulled her back.
Fields is a disgrace to female reporters from all media who have had to work like dogs and take the wrath of being called the female version of a dog (as I certainly have been on numerous occasions. Now ask me if I care.) to get where they are. I didn’t see Megyn Kelly crying and complaining when Trump derided her; I didn’t see Gwen Ifill crying after receiving insults as a Black female journalist when moderating a presidential debate; I’ve never seen Barbara Walters whining and filing assault charges as she pioneered her way into media; I didn’t see Katie Couric or Lesley Stahl whimpering when they covered major political events where crowd pushing was the norm. The great Black editor Ida B. Wells covered lynchings in spite of threats; and journalist Ethel Payne went through hell for being both black and female. Nellie Bly forged on. One also looks at the brave women journalists who have covered wars and are now covering wars while bombs burst overhead, or you look at those women who have given their lives and limbs as they worked to get information back to the homeland. Even in fiction, Lois Lane wasn’t whining!
These female journalists along with others broke down barriers only to have Miss Crybaby Brat Journalist set a precedent of filing assault charges because her feelings got hurt and a couple of bruises got on her arm which Noxzema or rubbing alcohol probably could have taken care of.
On the ‘male’ side of the issue: One only has to look at footage of the 1968 Democratic convention of Dan Rather and Mike Wallace being slugged, pushed back, and see that they kept on reporting. Never did they file an assault charge. This is what a good reporter is made of: Endurance and tenacity.
If you are a journalist worth your ink, you understand that. You deal with it. Damn it, you get the story. And for the record, journalists and politicians have gotten into it since time was a second. Behind the scenes they’ve cussed out each other, called each other names, hung up on each other— and yes I have been a banshee on occasion when covering politicos who think they can bully or ignore you because you are female. Trust me Emily Post is put away.
This is a world I chose to get into when I was eleven years old and wrote my first little newspaper article on a youth event and got my first little byline. This is in my blood. I like the hell and heaven of it. I love the mess! As a female journalist, it is harder but I didn’t expect it to be anything less. Many female journalists can say the same.
So, Miss Crybaby Brat Journalist Millennial, you need to get out of the business, because if you get your feelings hurt and a couple of light bruises, you need to go home and crochet and take some selfies and stop making it unnecessarily harder for those of us female journalists who still have a long row to hoe.
And to those journalists who are on Miss Crybaby Brat Journalist’s side, you know her complaint is about bull and that her complaint is unacceptable in the Old School of Journalism which still outranks whatever is viewed as millennial-let-me-not-get-my-feelings hurt journalism. And any judge who would rule in her favor needs to have his or her head (and motive) examined, because the history of the Fourth Estate bears out that what this brat is complaining about comes naturally with the territory.
Yes, Trump’s campaign manager should fight this and win it, for him to lose this is a loss for journalism—not politicians.
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