Pic by Paul Tonge
In the three months since I published my last post, so much has happened.
I’ve moved back to London, started an MA at a revered journalism school; reminded myself why I should never leave all the work till the last minute and procrastinated far too much when I should have been pounding the pavements of Holborn and Covent Garden in hot pursuit of a story.
In addition to the many late nights and early mornings, I’ve written more articles in 10 weeks than I have done in 10 months.
It’s deadline week and stress and sarcasm levels are at an all-time high but having said that, I’ve got a minor reprieve before I launch into a month of work experience and endure a Black Christmas™ in the sticks, so I’ll be posting photos and prose like no-ones business.
I’ve been to photo exhibitions, protest marches, gigs (Jill Scott anyone?), inspiring talks and seminars, out on the piss and generally running my mouth and snapping away with my trusted DSLR.
Sorry blog, you know DW loves ya
Television Journalism – unlike its newspaper counterpart – continues to go from strength-to-strength. From the recent coverage of the Royal nuptials, to the devastating Japanese earthquake to the phone hacking saga at the News of the World, journalists and production staff have worked around the clock to make news bulletins and clips as fascinating and compelling as possible.
The best news items are the ones that catch the mood of the audience - be it short features or breaking news, the objective of news is to be something that’s new, exciting, outstanding and provoking.
But sadly, the strongest news items are made from the most sensitive and depressing subject matters.
Now, much is made of media theories and for years, sociologists have claimed that a constant media diet of violence and activity that goes against the norm has created passive audiences.
Apply this to Generation Y and the theory could be proved right. But try to apply this when images of famine and starvation are flashed up on a television screen and this theory gets turned on its head.
Yesterday evening, Channel 4 News’ lead news story was the severe food shortages and the deepening crisis in Somalia.
The United Nations has declared famine in two parts of southern Somalia, the result of one the of the worst droughts in over 50 years. An estimated 10 million people have been affected in East Africa.
As anchor Jon Snow read the headlines, he introduced a clip in which audiences witnessed malnourished and dying children, children who should be running around with abandon.
We saw pain etched on the faces of children under the age of three - their bones protruding, stomachs swollen and skin, sallow. Pain that we didn’t know children of such a young age were capable of feeling.
One of the main issues is the al-Qaeda-affiliated Al-Shabab, which control large parts of the central and southern region. Since 2009, the armed rebel group has blocked foreign aid from reaching the affected areas.
Pictures showed tens of thousands of Somalis desperately fleeing across the border into either Kenya or Ethiopia, some walking for days, with some not reaching the end of their journey.
The former President of Ghana, Jerry Rawlings, who is now the African Union envoy to Somalia, broke down when he was asked by Jon Snow about what the situation was like.
Choking back tears, Rawlings painted a picture of mass graves and widespread devastation if aid failed to reach the country by the weekend.
News: it’s supposed to shape our thinking and inform our opinions, but do we really care?
It’s astonishing to think that in the 21st Century, scores of children are dying from starvation as a result of famine.
But it begs the questions of why haven’t we rushed to curate concerts to raise money? Released special compilation CDs with the profits going to the DEC? Or designed wristbands to raise awareness? Let’s not forget that all these examples happened when the earthquake shook Japan and the tsunami devastated Haiti last year.
The US has pledged $28m in emergency aid to counter the famine, which adds to the some-$400m already issued this year to the Horn of Africa.
When the West rejected an opportunity to back the country’s Islamic government, it instead supported a futile invasion by Ethiopia – which brought the Al-Shabab to power, with devastating consequences.
Have we as an international community failed the famine-struck people of Somalia? Surely it’s time to put the politics to one side, because if we can’t show remorse, we should at least show some pity?
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Better late than never right? Happy New Year and all that jazz, here’s to a January of conveniently forgetting about those ambitious resolutions and Heat magazine-inspired detox plans – dreamt up in earnest of course – and to a year full of renewed rewards and adventures.
My previous blog post should have been my final one… no more psycopathic rantings about the inability to grasp why all the rich, posh white kids (WITH ZERO TALENT) snatch all the journo jobs.
I got a job, on a newspaper off ’endz’, but it didn’t work out. I didn’t get sacked, but I left. It was the best thing. It would have only been an uphill struggle. Life is too short to burden yourself with stress and anxiety.
There were a few ‘recruitment issues’ before I even stepped foot into the building, so it never felt right. Got a front page though, so I was Token-Black-Man-of-the-Highest for a few days. Well good for the ego.
I’m now, what you’d call *lowers voice* unemployed. Sad times. Though no job seekers for me. Nah, gotta pick myself up outta this dark, but strangely amusing time. Like Aaliyah once said: “Dust yourself off and try again.”
So, where were we?
It’s finally happened.
I have a job as a reporter on a newspaper!
In the two-and-a-half-years since graduation, I have wanted to purse and disband my career in equal measures.
I’ve had great work placements where I’ve produced work which I’m proud of; trodden the path of the ‘workie’ far too many times, wondering if my eagerness and enthusiasm will make the editor want to snap me up; wrote shorts which never seem to make it into the paper…
But I can safely say it’s been worth it. Rewind the clock 10 years and my precocious, pre-teen self would have imagined myself, feet up on my desk at the New York Times, waiting to be dispatched to the scene of a devastating natural disaster.
Though the reality is I’ve had to struggle like the rest of my journalistic peers; the recession made it one of the hardest and most frustrating times to ever secure employment within the media.
My previous posts have detailed the constant need to carry out internships and placements in the hope that another line on one’s CV leads to employment.
I’m just grateful that I didn’t give it up.
My trip to NYC proved to be the cornerstone of my career. Sat bolt up right and feeling the effects of jet lag, I started to re-design my CV. Coincidentally; one of my good friends sent me a job advert with the subject: “This is your job hun!”
Sceptical, I applied for said job – a trainee reporter on a south London title – not expecting to hear anything. Then, upon arrival in London, I was surprised to find out that I had made the shortlist. The assistant editor wanted to know when I was available to come for an interview.
The interview itself was straight forward. Though it felt anti-climatic; they didn’t give anything away and when I left – after completing numerous tasks and tests – I felt deflated.
So imagine my surprise when, one week later, the assistant editor called to offer me the job.
And in that moment, I felt an intense happiness that I’ve never felt before, and I quit my PTJ almost immediately!
Now on the eve of starting my career, I am glad that I’ve endured the haters who told me I’d be shit and never make it…

…you’re just fucking jealous.
So now, after knocking on countless doors and wanting to show what I’m made of, someone has seen something in me and has given me a chance. I only hope that I can make it easier for people like me to get their foot on this middle-class and unashamedly nepotistic ladder.
I suppose that phrase is true….good things DO happen to those who wait.
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