The New York City medical examiner issued this ruling about the death of billionaire sex offender Jeffrey Epstein:ย โCause: Hanging. Manner: Suicide.โ The various questions surrounding his death were not answeredโincluding the broken hyoid bone, which is usuallyย considered forensic evidence for strangulation instead of hangingโleading to plans, particularly on the part of Epsteinโs lawyers, for new investigations.
For the most part, though, the news media has been accepting the official accounts at face value, labeling concerns that Epstein might have been murderedโperhaps at the behest of one of the powerful individuals he might have implicated in his sex crimesโas โconspiracy theories.โ
Peggy Noonan has written a funny and provocative column contrasting old school journalism, with its aggressive digging for facts, with todayโs relatively supine and politically correct journalism.ย She channels the voice of Mike McAlary (1957-1998), one of those hard-bitten blue collar reporters with a whiskey bottle in the drawer of his desk, who contrasts with the New Class culturally elite journalists of today.
Read it all, but here is a sample of how the old-school reporter would approach the Epstein story:
Iโm thinking but this is the story with everything. Wealth, power, darkness. Princes and presidents. People with secrets. Rumors of spying. Even an English aristo moll on the lam.
Heโs the most famous prisoner in America! They put him in a jail, where he supposedly tries to kill himself. So they move him to a special cell, heavily guarded 24/7. Donโt worry, heโs safe, heโs gonna face the music!
Then dawn on a Saturday in high August. Everyone important is away. Itโs an entire city run by the second stringโnovices, kids and pension-bumpers at the police desk, the news desk, the hospital. It breaks like sudden thunder: Epstein is dead, he committed suicide in his cell!
And then, like, silence. Thunderโs followed by fog.
Government dummies up, no one knows nothinโ. Finally on Monday the attorney general has a news conference. Heโs very upset! What incompetence! That jail donโt work right!
But incompetence proves nothing, right? If Epstein killed himself, he chose the time he knew the guards were asleep. If Epstein was murdered, his killer chose the time he knew the guards were asleep. Incompetence is completely believable but insufficient.
The papers are doing their stories about those strange Americans with their quirky ways burning up the internet with their quaint conspiracies. But who wouldย notย wonder about foul play? With all the people whoโd want him dead?
This whole thing is a big stinkinโ, fuminโ hunk of foul-up. And thereโs still time to get this story. I miss the tough, crazy beat reporters of yore. Like me. I got cancer and was on chemo when I got a tip about a police-brutality story. I tore the IV out of my arm and ran to the sound of the crap! . . . .
Work every source and angle, every prison guard and cop you knowโyouโre supposed to know them! Pete Hamill would have known the estranged sister of the night nurse at the ER. Heโd wait at her house, sheโd tell him the EMTs came in laughing about โWho do you think killed the guy who suicided?โ Or maybe sheโd say they were nervous and just plopped him down and scrammed. But heโd have gotten the color, the feel. And it would suggest something. . . .
Itโs like every great media organization is tied up in this complicated, soul-crushing, virtue-signalling fearfulness, this vast miasma of progressive political theory and ideology and correctness and โplease report to HRโโand it has nothing to do with the mission. The mission is to get the story!
Reporters and editors, theyโre not the fabulous old drunks and girl reporter miscreants, theyโre likeโlike normal people! Reporters arenโt supposed to be normal! And theyโre very tidy because theyโre extremely important! You get the impression they became reporters to affect the discourse. โIโm going into journalism to press for cultural and political justice.โ Theseโthese deconstructionist intellectuals! These twinkies with soft hands from Phillips Exeter Andover whatever. These mere political operatives. These people with grievances, whoโve never had anything to grieve because their lives were the red satin lining of a music box.
If I was in charge Iโd say, โThank you for your boundless efforts to secure the greater progress for the polity. But I was wondering if, in your spare moments, you could be troubled to help us cover the biggest scandal of your blanking lifetimes?โ
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