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An ethical dilemma?

March 12, 2010

It was my first day on the job.

Last March, I had a two-week internship at the Globe and Mail in Vancouver. My first assignment was to zip out to Burnaby to a data security firm.
Days before, 25-year-old Adam Smolcic had allegedly witnessed the shooting of a 58-year-old homeless man by two rookie Vancouver police officers. According to police, the officers shot the man after a confrontation escalated in downtown Vancouver. After being approached by the police, the man pulled out a box-cutting knife and began advancing. After repeated warnings, police had shot the man, who became unresponsive at the scene.

Smolcic claimed he had filmed the incident with his cellphone. His version of the story did not mesh with the official police account. He claimed:

  1. Multiple gunshots (police claimed one).
  2. That the victim “did not make any aggressive movements” towards the officers (police said he advanced).
  3. Shortly after the shooting, Smolcic was allegedly confronted by a police officer who asked to see his phone.
  4. The officer looked at the phone for a minute, pressed some buttons, handed it back and told Smolcic to get lost.
  5. The officer had allegedly erased four minutes of crucial video evidence.

With a lawyer from the BC Civil Liberties Association, Smolcic had arranged a news conference at the security firm to submit the phone to attempt data recovery.

It was a potentially huge story. On the heels of cellphone footage of the Robert Dziekanski incident, police brutality was firmly implanted in the public mind. The victim was an elderly man with history of alcohol abuse, but not violence. More disturbing than bad judgment, however, was the possibility an officer willfully covered evidence.

It also fell into a category of speculation. The footage was potentially incriminating, and only potentially recoverable, while the source was somewhat dubious.  Smolcic didn’t exactly fit the profile of an ideal witness (that’s him on the right. See his blog here). Although articulate, he was, by his own reckoning,  a “reverend” (no religious affiliation given) and “marijuana activist” whose main source of income “making t-shirts.”

It didn’t completely add up, either. As the Dziekanski case had shown, it might be easier to retain and withhold evidence of wrongdoing rather than damage it. Smolcic’s actions, meanwhile, weren’t in line with what you might expect after such a confrontation. For one, he had jeopardized any recoverable data by using the phone multiple times after the incident. Whether anything was recoverable was pure speculation. I had my doubts.

Shortly after the news conference ended and scrumming began, I found myself in the crossfire in an all-out scream-fest between two local television reporters. One had spoken to Smolcic before, promising to pay for any data recovery fees in exchange for exclusive rights to air the video. The second reporter cried foul over who should get the recovered video, saying they would pay part of the fees for an equal share. The two squawked at each other while leaving the room.

With all the made-for-TV ego and tension still wafting in the room, I deadpanned, “It’s my first day on the job.”

The remaining reporters laughed sympathetically.

The story ended up fizzling. The data recovery process was unsuccessful despite several attempts. Abbotsford Police cleared the officers and recommended public mischief charges against Smolcic. Finally, two samples of surveillance footage were released, contradicting Smolcic’s account and  vindicating the official account.

VPD chief Jim Chu later criticized some media outlets for their lack of “critical analysis” in repeating the accusation, needlessly jeopardizing the already tenuous relationship between the police and the DTES. Whether or not footage was erased will never be known, but Smolcic’s credibility was critically damaged.

It was my first day, but I knew key ethical issues had been raised. The first was news judgment. As Chu later argued, the story was questionable and potentially damaging to the officers and the force as a whole. Herd instinct was evident: most outlets went ahead and reported the explosive allegations.

A second issue was the credibility of the witness. Even if Smolcic’s allegations weren’t exactly beyond scrutiny, how would you indicate that to an audience without unfairly maligning him? I worried about presenting Smolcic as a stereotype. He may have been telling the truth.

In my own article, I tempered the allegations by bumping up counter evidence near the top of the story. I mentioned the dispute in the second paragraph, brought up the police version of events in the third, before finally telling Smolcic’s version as neutrally as possible.

While the police might have been upset, media outlets made the right choice to cover the story. The VPD is very careful to control its image, skilfully channeling information through its communications department. The possibility that excessive force may have been used in this confrontation was certainly worth repeating out of concern for public interest and for the truth (as it was available at the time), and the police were given the chance to respond to the allegations (they declined).

A more pressing ethical issue, however, was the willingness of the local TV stations to pay for exclusive footage. No one had earned an exclusive story and the story depended on public interest. Buying footage didn’t just set a dangerous precedent, it exposed the true motives of much news-gathering: to win viewers at the cost of the public.

This wasn’t your $100 “eyewitness” footage of an accident or a fire, it was potential footage of police wrongdoing. The dubiousness of the source made the issue of paying for news that much more troubling. The reporters weren’t just giving someone the benefit of the doubt without the discipline of verification, they were creating a scenario that encouraged and rewarded spurious allegations.

Thankfully, my second day on the job was uneventful.

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King Carl Gustaf and me

March 9, 2010

For many Canadians, last Monday marked a return to reality. It doesn’t get any more mundane than Monday, March 1st.

Whether you spent the last hours of February reveling in beer-induced patriotism, or in grim avoidance of that I Believe song, it’s definitely a bit of a downer from Olympic reverie. Years from now, how many children born in November 2010 will look back to Sidney Crosby’s heroics as inspiring a glint in their father’s eye?

UBC cancelled school for the two Olympic weeks. A perfect opportunity for journalism students to make some hay! I took a job as a media liaison officer with Olympic Broadcasting Services.

It meant working with biathletes, ski jumpers, and cross-country skiiers, as well as Olympic broadcasters of an array of nationalities. I was a broadcaster bouncer, an interview timer, and a media cop both good and bad (depending on the situation).

It also meant rubbing shoulders with some interesting folks. Here’s me with a Swedish coterie, including His Highness Carl XVI Gustaf.

King Carl XVI Gustaf (centre, in ball cap), me in Power Ranger uniform.

Coming down into from three weeks in Whistler village, I only have a modest Olympic hangover. At $7-8 pints, I couldn’t afford anything more.

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Wrangling in Whistler

February 12, 2010

Long time, no blogging. That’s how it goes sometimes, but I promise it’s not simply out of sheer neglect.

For one, I’ve been trying to keep up on schoolwork heading into the Olympics. Since Tuesday, I’ve been up in Whistler, where I’m working for Olympic Broadcasting Services. Free accommodations at Whistler during the Olympics! Sweet!

My job for the rest of February? Media Liaison officer mostly at biathlon, but with occasional stints at cross-country and ski jumping as well. What’s an LO? I couldn’t have told you before this week. What’s biathlon? I still can’t say too much about that, except that it involves skis, guns, and a lot of Norwegians.

My job is to make sure the camera people from the Olympic rights holders, like CTV in Canada or NBC in the US, are in the correct place, and that they get the interviews they want. Nothing too exciting, but it’s going to be a blast.

Of the surreal moments thus far, probably the most has been biathlon loudspeakers blasting “Silent Night” in the middle of the day, punctuated by the sound of .22 bullets hitting targets.

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Yuletide at the Edmonton Journal

December 24, 2009

It’s Christmas, so I’m back spreading yuletide cheer at the Edmonton Journal (for a few days at least).

Happy holidays!

Thursday, December 24: Customer makes amends after 24 years.

Wednesday, December 23: Kids fly Santa’s sky.

Tuesday, December 22: 5,000 people coming for dinner.

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Thunderbird TV: Scholastic punishment?

November 14, 2009

November, in the words of my Advanced TV prof, is “hell month.”

That might be a tad bit dramatic (let’s call it “somewhat scholastically punitive month”), but it explains my current slothfulness on this site. Advanced TV has been a big part of my miseries.

Picture 1Apparently, it’s been equally punitive for the powers that be in Advanced TV. Perhaps that’s why it’s taken so long for our new UBC j-skool website to appear: ThunderbirdTV.ca.

Beyond the riveting opening theme and pirated Joy TV set (a studio in Surrey, a current workplace for our Emmy award winning prof, Peter W. Klein) are the pieces constructed by my colleagues and I.

Buried deep (= last) in this inaugural T-birdtv newscast is my piece on the Abbotsford Heat. It’s essentially the same piece I already placed on YouTube, but with some colour correction and different fonts for the “lower thirds” (the names of folks interviewed).

So sit back and enjoy two-month-old news! I dare you! The next installment of scholastic punishment will be coming in a couple of weeks.

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News Seeking: Habitat for Honduras

October 26, 2009

Check out my new post at News Seeking. It’s basically part of a profile piece I wanted to write this summer, but never got the chance.

Dave Hubert’s an interesting guy. As I go on to say in the post:

“The former teacher and government employee has helped start many things: the Edmonton chapter of Habitat for Humanity, the Mennonite Centre for Newcomers, the Edmonton recycle program, as well as a variety of education programs at Norquest and Portage colleges, where he spent several years as principal.”

A search through the Edmonton Journal archives revealed a few pieces on the latest thing he was up to through the years, as well as a series of letters to the editor regarding Canadian foreign policy.

Untitled-2You see, Dave likes to take on the belief that unblinking support for the Canadian military is a good thing. When I met with him, he had his latest letter ready to go. He was upset the Canadian army had promoted a former Col., Serge Labbé, to Brigadier General in 2009 (with retroactive pay). Labbé was found exercising poor and inappropriate leadership in the Somalia affair in 1993, where Canadian soldiers tortured and beat a Somali teen to death. While Labbé was not deemed personally responsible, he was excoriated for failing to uphold the rules of engagement.

Hubert’s open letter says the promotion is an attempt to rewrite history, without addressing the causes of the Somali incident:

“The large number of complaints of enlisted personnel indicates that the social pathology that characterized the military at the time of the Somalia debacle persists. Instead of trying to learn from their mistakes and the pathologies that the Somalia Inquiry would have identified had it been permitted to conclude its investigation, the generals stonewalled the Inquiry at every turn. They never learned anything and they never forgot anything. And so the social pathologies persist and the number of complaints of the brave enlisted men and women in uniform multiply.”

Understandably, the archival search for “Dave Hubert” also revealed a series of retorts by Edmontonians perturbed by his unpatriotic words.

But whether you agree with him or not, it’s hard to fault Hubert. His incredible humanitarian achievements are matched by a gentle demeanor and an eagerness to live out his faith with integrity and passion.

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The Heat is On!

October 10, 2009

I may be out of the country, but check out my first video project for Advanced TV class:

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Hey there, coffee bean

September 14, 2009

Viennese philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein once posed a simple but difficult question: “Why can’t I describe the aroma of coffee?”

I think we’d get along, me and Ludwig. Especially over a cup or two of that undescribable liquid.

I’m enjoying a cup as I write this. It’s a nice, light roast made from fairly traded organic beans from El Salvador, to be precise. I’m drinking it black, foregoing my costly espresso machine for my quick and easy Aeropress machine (made by a frisbee company, I kid you not).

St. Albert home roaster Kim Thornton shows Journal photographer Rick MacWilliam his home-roasting technique

St. Albert home roaster Kim Thornton shows Journal photographer Rick MacWilliam his technique.

I woke up this morning to discover my final Edmonton Journal piece from this summer had finally appeared on the front of the City section. It’s a 24-inch feature on home roasting coffee beans, a hobby I started last year and decided to write about at the prodding of another reporter. I gained a bit of a reputation as a coffee geek this summer, looking scornfully at anyone who asked if I wanted a Tim Horton’s double-double. Instead, I brought the funny looking Aeropress and brewed the coffee right at my desk. Mmmm.

The idea to roast my own beans was seeded long ago, when I heard about someone who roasted his own beans using a popcorn popper. A little extreme, I thought. But the concept stayed with me for at least a year. I eventually came to the realization: I’m a bit extreme!

I began reading about home roasting on web forums like coffeegeek.com, where I discovered a whole world of finicky folk who write impassioned apologies about coffee equipment and techniques to improve your daily brew.

I learned that hot air poppers are actually similar to a type of coffee roasting technique known as “fluid bed roasting.” It uses convection (rather than conduction) to get the temperatures over 400 fahrenheit, necessary for an espresso roast. It’s only one of several techniques you might try, but I’m sticking by it until I achieve coffee nirvana. It’s easy and roasts prettily evenly.

I found descriptions of the ‘holy grail‘ of coffee roasting, The Poppery by West Bend. It’s the very hot air popcorn machine owned by my mother during my childhood. I went to the SPCA thrift shop and found one for $4! After a few electrical modifications, I was able to control the temperature of the hot air (Check out this page to see how people modify the machine). I added my own tin chimney (via creamed corn) and a candy thermometer. It’s not pretty, but it works.

Since last fall, I’ve been steadily improving my home roasting technique. My balcony is covered in coffee chaff, I might smell of burning beans, but the coffee’s never been better.

Wittgenstein would be proud.

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Help ever, Hurt never

September 8, 2009

That’s what it says on a Whyte Avenue sign I passed nearly every day for three-four years living near Bonnie Doon.

Help ever, Hurt never.

Although I drove by that marquee so often, I never bothered looking into the origin of this pithy little maxim until just now. It’s an expression of Sathya Sai Baba, a south Indian guru whose teachings resemble some vaguely-Hinduish beliefs, with some quasi-Messianic tinges to it. Adherents conduct pooja in front of Baba photos twice a day (though I’m not quite sure what that means).

Regardless of the origin of “Help ever, Hurt never,” I’ve always liked the aphorism since it doesn’t quite make sense in English. Nor is it something you might typically hear from a Whyte Avenue perambulator. It’s unintentional strangeness is what makes it stick out.

All that to say that I have now left the Sathya Sai sign and all of the other Edmonton oddities for other oddities, namely those of the west coast. Now there are some real oddities.

So here with one exception are my final articles of the summer from the Edmonton Journal. I have one last feature on the coffee roasting hobby taking Edmontonian d-i-y coffee freaks by storm, but it hasn’t hit newsstands yet.

Friday, September 4: School buses more than an hour late.

Thursday, September 3: Smile! You’re on Camera.

Wednesday, September 2: Motorcycle theft ring busted.

Tuesday, September 1: Fire victim identified.

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Between the Covers

August 23, 2009

Check out my story today on things you might find inside a used book in today’s Edmonton Journal.

Such as the Edmonton Bookstore’s bottle of Cutty Sark pictured below, cut into the pages of a volume on English poetry. Cool and Shawshank-esque. A bit disturbing too.

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The idea for this story came to me by chance a few weeks ago when we were asked for some interesting summer reads. I remember talking with a bookstore worker once about antique football (’soccer’) tickets found inside old books. It popped into my mind — what about all the other bookstores?

Have any of you ever found something interesting in a book? I’d be curious.

My own list includes a nearly century-old religious bookmark, a program from a 1950s cruise, and a few plane tickets. My mom found $300 in a box of books headed to goodwill. My sister had forgotten she stashed the money during a move from Ft. McMurray to Calgary. My brother found some high school photo of a woman in a used book and promptly slapped it on his fridge, where it stayed for years.  It always made me laugh to see the smile of a complete stranger as I reached to mooch some food.

Sunday, August 23: Treasures Hidden Between the Covers, A1.

Sunday, August 23: Paralyzed Lawyer Jumps for Charity, A11.

Friday, August 21: Undercover sting snares litterbug, B1.

Thursday, August 20: Two suspects hunted in bank-security scam, B3.

Wednesday, August 19: 2,400 pigs die in Alberta barn fire, A1.