A welcome (and emotional) impact from journalism
A few years ago I interviewed Rose* for the Guardian's How I Spend It slot. It was an emotional conversation that I've never forgot.
Rose had lost both her parents when she was trafficked over to the UK from Nigeria, aged 21. She was forced to work as a prostitute for five years. "It was against every basic belief and right that I knew," she told me. "We weren’t allowed out on our own. There were always men guiding us. They abused us. We were forced to do unthinkable things."
Her life took a turn when she met a woman in a hairdressers who spoke her local language in Nigeria. The woman hatched a plan for her to escape and let her live with her. Later, Rose met someone and had a family.
When I spoke to her she was single mum, and an asylum seeker, meaning she was unable to work and further continue her health and social care career. "It reminded me that even though I’m safe, I’m still a prisoner. I don’t have freedom. I cannot work...I want my son and daughter, aged 10 and 7, to see me as someone doing something, not sat at home doing nothing. I’m grateful, but it’s not me."
She lived off an allowance of £100 a week. As she wanted to improve her children's prospects, a third was spent on tutors.
After the piece was published, a charity got in touch to say they would fund her health and social care course.
Last week I received a message that, I have to admit, left me sobbing. I have added it below but in a nutshell the trustee from the charity said they had since helped secure Rose and her children accommodation in London, sponsor her nursing training and provide legal support to secure her UK citizenship. This year Rose will qualify as a nurse, and is due to receive full citizenship in 2025. Her kids are thriving and her daughter is hoping to become a lawyer.
* Rose's name was changed in the article.
Here is the original Guardian article.
Friday night in Amsterdam's Red Light District
It’s 10pm on Friday night and I’m in the Red Light District (RLD) working. No, not scantily-clad behind neon windows, but interviewing residents and business owners about the proposal to move the RLD out of the neighbourhood. As the hours roll by, the area becomes more boisterous. In some areas, where there’s lines of red-lit windows down narrow streets, it's overbearingly congested. Noisy. Drunken men leer at the women behind the glass. Some walk out like they’ve won a prize. Most, though, are just there to gawp. I go from business to business - coffee shops to bars to tattoo parlours and restaurants, looking for people to interview. I don’t know how many I go in over the hours but I soon understand how difficult reporting like this can be.
While you might come across vox pops (a series of short interviews, usually with members of the public) in a paper, on TV or on radio, what you don’t see are the attempts to get people to talk. Here in the RLD, most don’t want to chat. Either they don’t have authority from their boss, or it’s Friday, they’re busy. “It’ll only take one minute,” I almost plead after countless knockbacks. They shrug their shoulders and shake their head. I can’t help but think our whole conversation just took a minute. One more. Many are nervous and when they find out it’s for radio, they back out. I find a case study via a WhatsApp group, which then leads to a neighbour next door being open to being interviewed. We end up having a good chat. She wants to be off the record, though. At this stage, I can cope with it. I try more places. No, no, no.
I come across two friends sat drinking wine outside a fashion store. The woman is vocal and passionate about the RLD remaining where it is. She’s a good find. But when her friend starts his tirade, it’s littered with swear words. “Sorry, no swearing, like I said.” This angers him immensely. “Fucking hell, why can’t I swear?” Followed by more expletives. Sigh. I wonder if he can be edited. Coming up to 11pm, with enough interviews captured, I call it a night.
The downfall of digital publishing
When I started off in journalism back in 2007 there was so much discourse and enthusiasm surrounding digital publishing. Print circulation stats showed the industry was in dire straits but on the other hand, there was so much investment and buzz around the burgeoning digital startups such as Buzzfeed, Vice, and later a flurry of titles like The Pool (RIP). Perhaps these bright young stars were going to show the traditional publishers that this was the future of journalism, starting with 7 Things You Need to Know From Watching an Episode of Friends. I jest.
Listicles aside, Buzzfeed did go beyond the clickbait at times and publish strong stories often followed up by news titles. But its success didn't last. The publisher closed its newsroom in April and its CEO Jonah Peretti said the company “can no longer continue to fund” the site. Now the latest victim of digital publishing is Vice News, which has just filed for bankruptcy. The site did produce stellar journalism and investigations at times and while the company has just been bought, it's far cry from its hey day when it was valued at a whopping $5.7bn.
Like we’ve known for a while, online revenues simply don’t add up. Early in my journalism days when I covered the publishing patch, even scribing a weekly column called Bearne on Media where I would chart the media landscape, there was so much discussion about how publishers could make journalism pay. The Times made a bold leap and followed the FT’s cue to launch a paywall, much to everyone’s surprise. Many thought it wouldn’t work but they have defeated the naysayers, and subs keep rising.
To succeed, there needs to be a mixture of revenue models. In the world of TikTok and Instagram, advertisers are finding more engagement on those platforms than sticking a banner ad on a website (although, advertising goes beyond that).
What we do need is journalism, and for people to be willing to pay for it. Personally I love buying newspapers and magazines. This is what I pay for:
The Sunday Times (subscription which gives me access to The Times online)
Ethical Consumer (subscription)
The Big Issue (subscription)
The New York Times (subscription)
Guardian or Observer on a weekend
Red
Positive News (probably twice a year)
Conde Nast Traveller (probably twice a year)
Wired (couple of times a year)
Simple Things (couple of times a year)
When I’m travelling, I still need my print fix so I'll either buy Guardian Weekly, The New York Times or the FT Weekend. Sometimes I’ll buy the Economist. Or a few of them if I'm feeling flush (and have run out of papers and magazines brought from home).
Plus I like to buy magazine subscriptions as gifts, say a science one for my nephews, a hiking title for my sister-in-law, and a newsy one for my dad.
I hope you can support journalism. I'll add a post on LinkedIn so we can continue the conversation over there.