Right now, people talk about how much bad news there is in the world. As an aspiring journalist, I can’t help but agree. It seems as though every day, there is another death, another fire, another racist comment, and so on. It also seems people are blaming the journalists for reporting what is their job to report.
The job of a journalist is so important because they put horrific events into factual statements that are read by individuals every second of every day. The next you tap “close” on your cell phone, think about why you are closing that tab. Are you closing it because you can’t read another sad story about a black child getting shot? Are you closing it because you don’t know that tiny country or that leader? Or are you closing it because you want to stay in your little bubble? Your own little world where a fire or homelessness doesn’t affect you and the biggest thing you have to worry about is who is going to pick up the groceries or reply to that email tomorrow.
A journalist can’t just click close on a story. They are writing what we chose not to read. The life of a journalist is to express the truth. The life of a journalist is more important than people know. The life of a journalist is hard because they experience what we chose to close and give justice to those who didn’t have a chance. Journalism matters.