I have stood at the base of a giant, leaking corporate hog farm lagoon, with untold thousands of gallons of fetid, toxic, bacterial pigshit swirling about my feet, and had a slick-haired, smooth-talking PR flack tell me everything’s fine even as his hired goons grabbed at my camera. Could I call him a goddamned liar? Nope, because that would have been “taking sides.”
And so naturally, I think the highest calling of writing, and yes, journalism, isn’t to go out and simply be a stenographer laboring under the laughable yoke of objectivity. It’s to attempt to re-wire others to see your truth, whatever it may be. And despite what the fair-and-balanced-stick-to-the-facts objectivity cultists may say, there’s not a goddamned thing wrong with that, and much to admire (just as long as your truth jibes with mine, of course. Otherwise, you’re a lying, manipulative asshole…).