Good grief. The Junior Paper’s troika of editors hands down an ukase that a lesbian couple, a reporter and a photographer, on the paper’s staff may no longer cover the gay-marriage story lest their newly achieved state in life create the perception – I guess among readers – of conflict. Well, this move, aside from constituting a gratuitous slap at the dignity and reputations of the two highly respected journalists involved, is just the latest example of how absolutely out-of-it the Junior Paper’s editors are. No wonder this newspaper loses a million bucks a week. Instead of figuring out ways of enhancing the paper’s daily report, the editors are intent on diminishing it.
Any decent editor would be touting this remarkable occurrence, by which two of the paper’s own find themselves in the middle of an astonishing social movement and phenomenon. Far from limiting their involvement, the Junior Paper should be asking the two to do first person, or first couple, coverage.
Basically, this tortured act of showing off your ethics is nothing more than an exhibition of bad journalism. It’s a disservice to the readers, to information, and to society. By this token, the Chronicle's current editors would have removed the Chronicle's late Randy Shilts from covering the AIDS beat. Shilts, who later died of AIDS, was a most rambunctious journalist. His reporting shook up the medical world and the gay world. But by the edict of Bronstein et al, Shilts, whose book “And the Band Played On,” based on his Chronicle reporting, is the best account of the years of the AIDS plague, would not have been allowed to cover AIDS. Bonehead play, Phil ….
Some bonny, heady, philharmonic play Sunday afternoon at the great & cool new home of Nicola Miner & Robert Mailer Anderson up on Pacific. The Cypress String Quartet (which the Chron managed to misidentify as the “Cypress Spring Quartet” – but they’re too busy unraveling putatively ethical conundrums to be bothered with a simple journalistic task such as spelling a group’s name right in the edition) came by and played some old and then some new work, including quartets by Jeffery Cotton (whose name the Chron also managed to misspell – so busy are they unraveling putative ethical dilemmas).