November 9, 2009

Two Berlins are one

On November 9, 1989 the world changed. When the Berlin wall was opened that night, a city divided for almost 30 years became one again.

When we look back on that date now, it seems as if it was bound to happen. But nothing about that night was inevitable. Many small events led up to that ultimate one. Opening the broder didn’t automatically come about.

The leaders of the time could have made different decisions, but they kept walking down the road to eventually tear a hole in a wall that had divided Berlin, Germany and Europe for a generation.

The Berlin wall, finally open

The Berlin wall, finally open

On that night, Günther Schabowski announced at a press conference that travel to the West would be allowed without restrictions. He didn’t make himself quite clear, saying that travel restrictions would be lifted “immediately,” even though the offical policy was that you still needed to get a visa if you wanted to come back.

In the months before, East Germans had been flooding the GDR’s embassies in Hungary and Czechoslovakia to leave via Austria, where the iron curtain had been lifted. By some accounts, around 200,000 people left East Germany that summer.

At the same time, demonstrations and prayer vigils were held starting in Leipzig’s St. Nikolai Church. No one knew if the police would shoot at the demonstrators, as it had before. But they didn’t.

They didn’t shoot on November 9, either. Instead, broder guards such as this one opened the gates and the way to that joyous night.

Even though I’m too young to remember, thinking of the events of that day makes me very emotional. It’s incredible what the German people achieved that night, and in the tumultous weeks and months afterwards.

I grew up in a united Europe. When I first consciously started to think about Europe, it was through the EU. This far-away, bureaucratic body of now 27 states is part of my understanding of this continent – a shared space, a shared struggle and a shared future.

Our generation has different defining moments. Our 9/11 is not November 9, it’s September 11. But as we face new challenges, it’s important to remember this moment. It was not meant to happen, but it happened because all these people wanted freedom. Their push for freedom was so strong that, eventually, it brought down the Berlin wall.

November 2, 2009

Can I haz CSS coding?

Here’s an excerpt of what I did today in my interactive class:

  • chatted with three friends simultaneously
  • posted on a classmate’s facebook wall
  • looked up books on CSS and working with Adobe’s Dreamweaver on Amazon (the irony of that is not lost one me: I was looking up how to teach myself what I’m supposed to be learning in that exact class)
  • researched some events to cover for this week
  • learned that the founder of “Can I Haz Cheeseburger?” graduated from Medill
Twitter-interaction to keep the spirits up

Twitter-interaction to keep the spirits up

You get it: That class is really awful. The only good part of it tonight was that I had to try really hard to not laugh out loud with all the twitter/facebook/chatting flurry going on. But really, it’s not that funny.

For once, it doesn’t teach me something essential to my future in journalism. It doesn’t even teach me something nonessential that would still look nice on my resume (such as CSS coding).

I want to be a reporter. I want to tell stories, not code web pages. If I want to learn how to code web pages, then only to tell stories better. I definitely don’t want to sit around every Monday night watching someone paste things into a document.

It comes back to that old problem Medill seems to have with its current transition to teaching “21st-century journalism.”

It’s not about learning how to use programs. It’s about telling stories. The program are only tools to do that.

A couple of years from now, we will probably use completely different tools to convey information – but the reporting, the basic understanding and techniques, will remain. That’s what should be taught. Not which shortcuts to use, or where to paste this code or that.

I wish this class was different.

October 20, 2009

Just a thought

By the end of this year, I expect I’ll be able to tell you which Chicago neighborhood has what percentage of immigrant groups, where these people come from originally, how high the undercount in the 2000 census was and which Alderman represents the area (and I’ll probably have spoken with a good percentage of them).

Chicago's neighborhoods

Chicago's neighborhoods

I won’t be able to tell you of a single decent bar, leave alone club.

October 15, 2009

“And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?”

Yes, I do.

October 14, 2009

Chicago police officers end training, join force

The crop of officers that finished their training eralier this month and joined the Chicago Police Department were the first to receive a hate-crime sensitivity training. The Holocaust Museum in Skokie hosted the two-day training, which Sofia and I reported on.

The group of new officers will be working with field training officer for three months, CBS2 writes. What I found interesting – and hopeful – is what one of the new officers tells them. CBS2 quotes Michelle Tannehill as saying:

“I think it’s really important to get the community involved. Us knowing exactly what’s going on in the community and the community and police working together, we can help solve the problems in the different districts that we’re going to.”

David Rak and Paul Mieszala look at exhibits at the Holocaust Museum in Skokie during their two-day hate crime training session.

David Rak and Paul Mieszala look at exhibits at the Holocaust Museum in Skokie during their two-day hate crime training session.

Another quote caught my eye – CBS apparently caught up with Paul Mieszala, who we spoke with for our article, too! Glad to see he finished successfully.

Police officers-in-training look over material at the workshop.

Police officers-in-training look over material at the workshop.

October 6, 2009

“Put on a little lipstick…”

“… you’ll feel better,” it says on a little placard in our bathroom. And that’s exactly what happened.

Last week was a rough one. A lot of work, a lot of things happened, worrying about friends, moving, getting settled into the new quarter which is even more fast-paced than the last one. I tought that wasn’t possible but Q1 already feels like a walk in the park in hindsight. I’m beginning to realize there will be very little sleep for most of the coming months.

I still feel a little anxious about my beat and don’t think I am quite on top of things yet. Both religion and immigration encompass such a variety of groups and issues that it’s hard to get your foot on the ground.

But also, I moved last weekend, and that changed so much. I live at a wonderful apartment now, and I already feel more at home here after a couple days than I did the whole last three months. Much of this is thanks to my roommate Joellen. I couldn’t describe her in a few words, but she’s great.

There are all these wonderful little decorative things around the apartment, which also has a beautiful dining room and a back deck where we can sit outside (Joellen has plants there, something I could never come close to accomplishing. Kein grüner Daumen hier.)

We’re in the route toward O’Hare International Airport, so there are lots of planes flying overhead – which means lots of plane watching for me. I love seeing airplanes. I always wonder where they’re headed, who’s on board and what these people want to do, who they are flying to see. It’s not that loud either, it almost feels comforting. I also have churchbells on Sundays and right now, raindrops against my window and wind howling outside.

My room is smells like vanilla candles. It has a great walk-in closet with room for all my shoes.

Oh, and the kitchen would make my mom proud. Joellen even has a waffle maker! I’ll be sending out sunday brunch invites.

Three courses of homemade food. I'll be so much healthier here!

Three courses of homemade food. I'll be so much healthier here!

To calm myself after this whirlwind week I made a therapeutic German potato salad – Binsch family recipe!! It was great. Yes, it’s about the only thing I can manage in the kitchen, but that I can do well!

Sonja came over later and took care of dessert, baking cookie bars. Which means I had a three course meal tonight.

As I left the newsroom earlier today and walked toward the train, I wandered into the Barnes & Nobles bookstore at Jackson and State. I was just looking for a map of Chicago’s neighborhoods. But books get me.

New and old reading material.

New and old reading material.

Every time. I can’t walk away. I spent an hour at the store just looking around and ended up buying four new books to read. Only four because I’m trying to find two more on Amazon (thanks to the iPhone I took pictures of them so I would remember the titles).

I could have stayed much longer but then I wouldn’t have been able to carry my new treasures home. It started raining slightly when I was on the train. As I walked the little bit from the train station home (and this really feels like home now), I was carrying my new books, thinking about tomorrow… and a plane crossed the sky over my head. It flew pretty low and the lights showed up brightly against the dark evening sky. That moment made me so happy that I almost cried.

October 2, 2009

Rocking on

It’s Thursday night of week number two at the Medill downtown Chicago newsroom. The week so far included

being given a rosary as a present,

perfecting the art of having breakfast, putting on make-up and checking in with the reporters on the train ride to the newsroom,

jumping into the cold water and swimming, also known as web producing, day 1,

losing track of everything and getting it back together, also known as web producing, day 2,

and the shock of the Medill experience so far.

Or otherwise (all numbers are educated estimates):

Hours spent at the newsroom / in class this week so far: 40

Hours spent sleeping: 15

coffee runs: 5

Visits to Emergency room: 1

Oh, wait, easy… I wasn’t the one having the emergency. But it still was pretty crazy.

In short: special thanks to Mike, Danny, Will, Kelsey, Jacqui, Kennedy, Sonja and Sofia. Where would I be without friends like you? You guys fucking rock.

And if you wanna know what’s really badass, check out the top stories for Wednesday, the day it all went down: Kennedy, Jacqui, Will, Danny (who did one of the videos), Mike and Jessica. Because that’s just how we roll.

The homepage of Medill Reports - Chicago on Sept 30.

The homepage of Medill Reports - Chicago on Sept 30.

You can read my article here.

September 26, 2009

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Of course, the first week of the new, second quarter was just as fast and as crazy as the end of the last one. I promise I’ll write more about it soon…

But then again, when will I write more? Ok, here we go.

Next week starts with an impossible commute – I’ll be at Medill’s downtown newsroom Monday until 9pm and have to be back Tuesday at 8am. Just so you know, it takes 50 minutes in the morning, when the express commuter train takes me and all the suburban soccer moms downtown, but it takes about 90 minutes when that express train doesn’t run. So all in all we’re talking maybe 5 hours of sleep, and web producing duties the next day.

But luckily, this will all be over soon! Yes, I finally found a place to live! It’s complete with a very nice roommate, big living room space, a beautiful back deck, a shy cat who liked me (I think) and a coffee maker. And a popular brunch place as well as a bar famous for its beer selection right next door. All the essentials!

Thanks again to my sweet classmate Sofia for offering me her couch and also to Abby, whose roomies were nice enough to show me their place and who I owe a beer now for not moving in! I hope you girls don’t hate me now, but maybe it’s a good idea to have a break from Medill and journalism every now and then, considering we spend close to 60 hours a week concerning ourselves with nothing else… ;)

Speaking of which, I really need to get my feet on the ground on my beat. Welcome to covering religion – again. And immigration issues, to spice it up a little bit.

For my German friends, I didn’t know what a beat was before coming here, either. It’s basically a topic or theme that you specialize in. That means since I’ll be the religion and immigration reporter, I will speak with people who work in those fields regularly, try to find out what their concerns are and what other media outlets aren’t reporting on, get in touch with those who are affected by these issues and so on. In short, I’ll become an expert on all things religion and immigration here in Chicago.

The stress in on “will” here, since I’m still catching up on research and all that’s going on here. Finding breaking news on the religion beat is a bit of a challenge, and finding breaking news that might happen during the week as opposed to on the weekend is even worse. But hey, in this program, there’s nothing that isn’t a challenge.

In the meantime, some love for my friends in Germany with this video (come on, Ladyhawke – no embed?? You gotta be kidding)

Special mention goes to Stefan in Paris. So glad you now have a place to live, but I can’t believe you got up at an ungodly hour like that to watch college football. You need a life.

Let me know what you guys are up to. And who you voted for! You’re going to vote, right? Otherwise I might have to send you that horrendous video of German non-celebrities urging you to “get out the vote” again. Safe yourselves from that!

For more frequent news, check out my twitter updates at twitter.com/tapmag (you can see some recent post on the right hand side of this page). Hopefully the fellow tapmaggers don’t fall out of their chairs when they look at the follower list next time. Special shoutout to CTABusDriver. This guy makes me feel more at home in Chicago – the bus drivers are just as cranky and hilarious as in Berlin!

Love,
Jessi

September 15, 2009

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September 15, 2009

The Foundations of Journalism, Part 2

The question where journalism is headed online keeps professionals and journalism schools busy – with very different outcomes. Meanwhile, the real world holds pain and inspiration.

Columbia University apparently decided the future of journalism can be found at sites such as TMZ.com. They invited the site’s founder, Harvey Levin, to speak at their prestigious journalism school. “Meet the new boss,” writes Hunter Walker, blogger and student at Columbia, on Gawker, calling Levin “someone who can actually offer jobs to j-school graduates.”

But in my eyes, TMZ is not journalism. Their interpretation of “celebrity news” is stalking people that are somewhat famous, or in Walker’s words, “you basically can’t check into a hospital anywhere in Southern California without him [Levin] finding out about it.”

That is the inspiration that Columbia is presenting to its students?

The future of journalism? I hope not.

The future of journalism? I hope not.

Even Walker seems resigned. “The stereotype of j-school students is that we all enroll with visions of writing ponderous Pulitzer-bait features and breaking Watergate-sized scoops, but in today’s job market, it seems like a lot of us would be content writing about reality TV stars.”

Is that what the future of journalism will be all about? I am shocked Columbia is inviting people like Levin to speak to its students – and I don’t just say that because of the underlying rivalry between Columbia and Medill, both vying for the top spot in journalism education.

I’m so shocked because the reporting principles used by sites like TMZ are a shame for the journalism profession. Constant intrusion on people’s privacy is an abuse of the rights granted to the press.

That people like Levin call themselves journalists, and are invited to speak at one of the most prestigious journalism training grounds in the US, is a slap in the face of those who really report, who are in this line of work to find the truth, who put their life on the line every single day to report facts and find stories.

You think that’s a bit far out there?

On Sunday, I met one of those people.

Kais has worked in Iraq with National Public Radio (NPR) for six years until a few weeks ago. He was a field producer for NPR and has been kidnapped working there, but luckily, he said, the kidnappers only took his money and he was released. But the fear stayed: “I was afraid to go anywhere, I was afraid to buy bread,” he said. He couldn’t tell his friends that he was working with NPR, because people didn’t understand the difference between being a journalist and working “for the Americans.”

It eventually became too dangerous for him to stay in Iraq. “We left everything,” he said. “Money is nothing compared to life.”

He arrived in the US on August 3.

The NYT's At War blog - Munadi was working with them in Afghanistan.

The NYT's At War blog - Munadi was working with them in Afghanistan.

Local liasons like Kais are incredibly important to journalists covering war zones in Iraq and Afghanistan. Just last week, the New York Times lost Sultan Munadi, one of its translators, when he and a journalist were kidnapped in Afghanistan.

In a blog post describing his thoughts on Munadi’s passing, John Burns writes:

“Behind these deaths lie complex and highly emotive issues for those of us who have traveled to war zones for The Times and other news organizations, involving our responsibilities for the lives of the locally employed people who make it possible for us to operate in faraway lands -– interpreters and reporters like Sultan, but also drivers, security guards and domestic staff members; altogether, in the case of The Times, at least 200 people in Iraq and Afghanistan over the years of those two wars.

Beyond that, and far more difficult to weigh, if not impossible, are our responsibilities to the soldiers, Marines and commandos who may be deployed to rescue us, as they were in the case of Stephen Farrell and Sultan in the overnight hours of Tuesday to Wednesday. …

But this much can be said with certainty. The New York Times, and other major news organizations, have no choice about covering these wars, and covering them comprehensively, if we are to be true to our tradition; with hundreds of thousands of American soldiers committed to battle over the course of the wars, more than 5,000 servicemen and women already dead, and closing in on a trillion dollars of American taxpayers’ money spent, how credible would be our claim to be one of America’s leading newspapers if we absented ourselves?”

He goes on to write that when covering these conflicts, journalists have no choice but to cover them where they happen, to speak to locals and venture out of their hotel rooms. Local staffers are essential, because they have valuable knowledge and can scope out locations and make contacts. Burns writes that their warnings about the security of a reporting trip are listened to closely – yet events like those that led to Munadi’s death cannot always be foreseen.

These are the people I am in awe of – their passion, courage and skills make a difference in how we see these wars. People like them inspire me to become a better journalist. People like Kais, like Sultan Munadi or like Professor McClory, who told us a little while ago to tell stories that touch “the great realities” of life.

I acknowledge that these high hopes may not come true every hour of every day working out in the field, but I want to aspire to them nonetheless.

And I want my journalism education to reflect those aspirations, to be build upon the desire to bear witness, to tell stories and to shine a light on injustices. Therefore, I hope Medill never even thinks of inviting someone from TMZ here.

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