A woman making history (and writing it too)

Margaret Fuller pioneered the role of war correspondent in the 1840s.

Here’s an excerpt from my forthcoming book, The Democratic Art: the Role of Journalism in the Rise of American Culture. In honor of women’s history month, here is a history-making woman journalist.

. . . Finally, in early spring of 1847, Fuller and the Springs headed southward across France and down the Italian peninsula, then a hodge-podge of separate states. On arrival, Fuller felt an instant and deep connection to Italy, the home of Virgil and Dante, of Michael Angelo and Titian. As she wrote to Emerson at this time, “Had I only come ten years earlier! Now my life must be a failure, so much strength has been wasted on abstractions, which only came because I grew not in the right soil.” As her letter indicated, she felt that she had now found her real work – and perhaps her real self – in Italy. Indeed, as a writer, she was at her best. She gave up all plans to travel elsewhere. She was, in a sense, home. She had also found her true calling. “Margaret had become a journalist,” biographer Megan Marshall concluded, “whose trademark was experiencing reality firsthand and recording the truth as she saw it.” Fuller’s love for Italy soared when she finally reached Rome, the Eternal City she had read so much about. For the rest of her stay abroad, she would report only from Italy, sending Horace Greeley, the publisher of the biggest newspaper in the U.S., some two dozen dispatches between May 1847 and January 1850.

As Easter approached in the spring of 1847, Fuller and the Springs made their way to the epicenter of the Roman Catholic religion on April 1, Maundy Thursday, to attend the evening Vespers service at St. Peter’s. Afterward, they slipped into a huge throng of pilgrims in the streets around the Basilica. Somehow, Fuller got separated from the Springs and found herself alone in the jostling crowd. Suddenly, a handsome young Roman appeared and offered his arm to Margaret. Although he spoke no English, he managed to indicate that he was concerned for her safety and was offering his help. Using her Italian, Margaret accepted his offer, which she would later call a “singular, fateful” moment. Thus, Margaret Fuller, 36, an American Protestant, met Giovanni Angelo Ossoli, 26, an Italian Catholic. Soon, she would learn that Giovanni was something of an aristocrat. He came from a noble Italian family, but since he was not the oldest son, he did not stand to inherit the either the family’s wealth or property. Nevertheless, he was formally a Marquis – penniless, to be sure, but titled.

Giovanni Angelo Ossoli

For the time being, Fuller wrote little about Ossoli for public consumption, and even in her letters to friends, she was rather evasive. In late spring, she traveled with the Springs as far as Venice. From there, the Springs headed north to visit Germany before heading back to America. Fuller decided to stay in Italy, having to make do without the Springs’ generosity; a single woman, she now had to fend for herself. She headed next to Florence, (which she found “too busy . . . more in its spirit like Boston, than like an Italian city”) and then to Milan. Broke, she wrote to Greeley, asking him for $600 for living expenses. Originally, the Tribune editor had advanced her $120 for 15 columns; she assumed, mistakenly, that that was all he wanted or would pay for. He wrote her immediately to correct her, saying “All the letters you see fit to send us at $10 each will be more than welcome.”[i] Fuller extended her travels that early fall of 1847 to take in the lakes at the top of Italy and the bottom of the Alps. Having traveled the Great Lakes back home, she had to admit that they could not compare with the Italian lakes.

In early October, she returned to Rome, and Giovanni helped her find an apartment on the busy Via del Corso, not far from the Piazza Popolo and the Borghese Gardens. For Fuller, this was something of an idyll, and it appears that she fell deeply in love with Ossoli. But could she marry him? She could not resolve her feelings about marriage, which she considered a “corrupt social contract.” At the same time, she was drawn to Ossoli and may have been considering giving up her virginity. She had known several great men and declined them all. Ossoli, however, presented her with another kind of man: simple, kind, loving. Besides, he wanted to marry her. Fuller wrote to her mother at this time: “My life in Rome is thus far all I had hoped. I have not been so well since I was a child, nor as happy ever as during the last six weeks.”[ii] All the evidence suggests that sometime in early December, Fuller overcame her doubts, and the couple engaged in intercourse. Margaret was thirty-seven and a virgin when it came to sex with men; Giovanni was ten years younger and probably not a virgin. She was a Protestant; he was a Catholic. They faced almost insurmountable obstacles to marriage, especially a public one, since Italy forbade such “mixed marriages.” The couple were sure that the Ossolis would reject them; they assumed that her family and friends would frown too. So they kept mum.

Immediately, Fuller’s dispatches showed a freshness and liveliness – probably a mixture of her newfound joy in her private life and a rising optimism about the republican movements growing across Europe. A landmark new history of the revolutions of 1848 praises Fuller for “the most evocative and insightful eyewitness accounts of Roman events.”[iii] In a column she finished in December, Fuller described three “types” of America visitors to Europe, then turned to continental politics. After 1800 years of Christianity, she asks, what does Europe have to show for it? “Where is the genuine Democracy to which the rights of all men are holy?” The dispatch goes on to point out the widespread misery in Europe and the refusal of the dictatorial monarchs to address the people’s needs. Increasingly, she points to “associationism” as the radical remedy for industrial poverty – without going into great detail. Evidently, Fuller assumed that readers were familiar with associationism, the social theory put forth by Charles Fourier and embraced by Greeley that called for workers to jointly own the factories and workshops where they toiled. In the same column, Fuller turns to the recent U.S. war with Mexico, which threatened to expand slavery into a vast new territory. “I listen to the same arguments against the emancipation of Italy, that are used against the emancipation of our blacks; the same arguments in favor of the spoliation of Poland as for the conquest of Mexico.” On a hopeful note (yet with an ominous undertone), she added that perhaps the younger generation could make a better world. “I have witnessed many shipwrecks,” she added, “yet still beat noble hearts.”

Soon, though, Fuller began suffering symptoms that added up to morning sickness. It is not known if she even contemplated an abortion, but it would have been virtually impossible to obtain one in Italy. Her status as an unwed mother brought with it another raft of problems. If the baby were born out of wedlock, it could be considered a “foundling” in Italy and snatched away from her. Should they marry? Should they wait and see if the baby lived? While Margaret was facing such problems, her finances remained precarious. Nevertheless, Fuller persisted. Indeed, in the coming months, she would prove herself as a successful foreign correspondent and as a terrifically resourceful woman – a single mother, supporting herself financially through her professional work and witnessing a violent revolution. It is fair to say that the privileged ladies of her Conversations back in Boston and the young Harvard-trained ministers she knew at home would be astounded to see her in Rome.

As the year 1848 began, Fuller remained engaged in her work – covering Europe for the largest-circulating newspaper in America. With Greeley’s support, she was well positioned to cover the growing discontent across the continent and the rising calls for democracy and social reform. Revolution was in the air, as insurgent leaders rose up to protest the devastating new impacts of industrialization and the infuriating old insults of autocracy. Greeley had other correspondents in Europe, all men, but none wrote as often, or as well, as Fuller. As the demands for change grew – led by radicals like Mazzini and Mickiewicz – Fuller did her best to cover the great developing story. Broke again, she was stranded in Rome because it was becoming too dangerous to travel and cross contested borders. By now, she was collecting material for a work of history that would capture the great events of 1848.[iv]

Still, she needed to keep working as a journalist. To overcome the many handicaps, she pioneered an array of techniques that would be used by generations of foreign correspondents to come. She kept up with developments by reading the European press – after all, she could read not only English but German, French, and Italian as well. She also interviewed visitors as they passed through Italy, bringing her insights from Vienna to London. And, she cultivated sources close at hand among the American officials posted in Rome, especially the U.S. diplomat Lewis Cass Jr.. In addition, she roamed on foot around Rome, making conversation with Romans from all walks of life. Fuller also had to another issue familiar to all foreign correspondents – staying in contact with the home office. In the late 1840s, telegraph service was becoming established, but it would be two more decades before a reliable telegraphic connection spanned the Atlantic Ocean. So, Fuller had to be sure to get her handwritten dispatches to an ocean-going steamship, which could take it to Boston or New York. To send a message to Greeley and get an answer could take two months.

While restricted in her movements, Fuller read widely among European newspapers, so she was hardly cut off from the wider world. And, as it happened, the momentous events of 1848 would bring one great revolutionary movement right to her doorstep – that was the uprising against papal rule over Italy. In one dispatch early in 1848, Fuller denounced the conservative influence of the Catholic priesthood and the Jesuits in particular. She believed that they were scheming to maintain their traditional powers and prerogatives in Italy and other Catholic countries. “How any one can remain a Catholic . . . after seeing Catholicism here in Italy I cannot conceive,” she wrote in Dispatch No. 22. This column, as well as others, antagonized the growing number of Catholic readers of the Tribune in America, especially Bishop Hughes of New York, who denounced Fuller in print and damned the rebels for imposing “a reign of terror over the Roman people.”

Around the end of her first trimester in late March, Fuller bemoaned the chilly rain and her recent ill health. “Now this long dark dream – to me the most idle and most suffering season of my life – seems past,” she confided to her readers, while keeping her pregnancy secret, of course. She then pivoted to a roundup of news from that revolutionary season: rebellions in Sicily and Naples, the dethronement of King Louis Phillipe in France, the forced resignation of Metternich in Austria, the uprising in Venice, and more. “With indescribable raptures these news were received in Rome,” prompting dancing in the streets. In a postscript dated April 1, Fuller mentioned that she took a brief trip outside Rome. While she was away, one of the last holdouts of Hapsburg rule capitulated in Verona. It now appeared that Mazzini’s dream was becoming real. “Returning to Rome, I find the news . . . that Italy is free, independent, and One.”[v]

            A few days later, more good news. In April, she received a letter from Greeley in which she learned of a major subsidy from the publisher, who confided that he had had to sell part of his stake in the Tribune to raise the funds to keep her on the newspaper’s payroll. Now, the air was not only clear between herself and her lifeline, but she could also look forward to an easing of her pinched circumstances. That same month, she wrote a column expressing again her disappointment in Pope Pius IX, saying he had betrayed the cause of Italian unification, which he had supported the previous year. Now, the pope was urging Catholics across Europe to submit to “their respective sovereigns.” Near the end of that column, she added a fresh denunciation of the U.S. conquest of Mexico, which she saw as another sad episode of one nation robbing another one of its right to self-determination. Turning to Europe, she added: “Here things are before my eyes worth recording, and if I cannot help this work, I would gladly be its historian.” [vi]

Portrait of Fuller by Thomas Hicks, from life, May 1848. U.S. National Portrait Gallery.

            Around this time, despite the news of political upheaval across Europe, Fuller made plans to go into seclusion in L’Aquila, a small town in the mountainous Abruzzi region. She felt she had to stay away from the popular summer resort towns to avoid running into any Americans or Britons who might recognize her and spot her growing pregnancy. Emerson wrote to her that month, urging Fuller to return to America with him, but she replied evasively, trying to throw him off the scent: “I have much to do and learn in Europe yet,” she wrote. “I am deeply interested in this public drama, and wish to see it played out. Methinks I have my part therein, either as actor or historian.”[vii]

The radical part of the campaign to re-unify Italy, the Risorgimento, echoed certain themes from the American Revolution. One goal was to rid Italy of royal rule from outside the territory, just as the Americans had thrown off rule by the king of England, and unify the newly independent states into a territorial federation. That goal would involve winning independence from France, Spain, Austria, and others – all at the same time. Some who supported that goal were willing to replace outside rule with a home-grown royal family under a new King of Italy. The other faction had a more radical agenda. This group, which included Mazzini, wanted a new democratic republic, where the Italian people would govern themselves. Like Thomas Paine in 1776, they wanted to rid Italy of all rule from above, including the Pope. The new republic they envisioned would be a secular one, even in an overwhelmingly Catholic country. In the 1840s, this was indeed a radical agenda, and Fuller embraced it passionately and publicly.[1]

Meanwhile, Fuller remained at work on her history project. She continued gathering material: notes, pamphlets, newspapers, and letters she exchanged with friends across Europe. Of course, her own dispatches for Greeley were part of the process; those columns were what a later journalist would refer to as “the first rough draft of history.”[viii] As two Fuller scholars have noted: “The relationship she envisioned between the dispatches and her “History” was that between sketches and an oil painting; the first done quickly and impressionistically with the scene before her eyes; the second created in the studio and showing the effects not only of contemplation and reflection, but also of selection and arrangement.”[ix] This approach describes much the same technique that Winslow Homer would use a decade later in covering the U.S. Civil War as a sketch artist for a weekly news magazine before turning certain of his “first draft” images into masterpieces of oil painting.

Fuller arrived in L’Aquila on May 29. Later, she would tell Tribune readers of this period: “I have been away . . . during the Summer months, in the quiet valleys, on the lonely mountains.” In the heat and isolation, it was indeed lonely for the American fugitive. What’s more, Fuller was missing the landmark gathering of feminists that took place in late July at Seneca Falls, New York. Led by Susan B. Anthony, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and Lucretia Mott, the gathering marked a bold and concrete step toward addressing many of the issues Fuller had raised in her foundational book Woman in the Nineteenth Century. Fuller herself would have to settle for reading about the Seneca Falls convention and its “Declaration of Sentiments,” many weeks later, when she caught up with copies of the Tribune.  

At the same time, she found a reason to relocate again. L’Aquila was in the territory of the conservative King of Sicily, and he had started arresting republicans. Fuller could not be sure that her American citizenship would protect her, so she moved out of his territory, to the town of Rieti, which was then part of the Papal States. The move placed her closer to Rome as well, and now Ossoli could visit her. One biographer believes that Margaret and Giovanni quietly married during this period, if only because it would make life much simpler for them as a family, especially when it came to crossing Italy’s many borders.[x] Still, Ossoli had his duties in the Civic Guard, so he could not stay long. Fuller stayed in Rieti and kept working on her history, but it was a difficult time. As her pregnancy advanced, she had no companions or friends to help her. “I feel lonely, imprisoned, too unhappy,” she lamented to Ossoli.

Then, on September 5, while Ossoli was with her in Rieti, Margaret Fuller gave birth, at age 38. They named the baby Angelino Eugene Philip Ossoli and they started calling him “Nino,” a common Italian nickname Together, the new family enjoyed a happy interval, though brief. Giovanni insisted that the boy have the Catholic sacrament of baptism, but that would require waiting 40 days in Rieti. Married or not, Fuller could not wait that long; she needed to get back to work, and she wanted to keep the baby secret for at least a while longer. So, she arranged for Nino to be cared for in Rieti by a wetnurse. Then, she headed back to Rome. By mid-November, 1848, she was back at work. Still, around Christmas she made a trip to Rieti to see Nino, who “seems to be well,” although, as she wrote somewhat ominously to Giovanni, “not much bigger than when I left him.”

Nearing forty, she was managing as a virtual single mother, covering a story of historical importance. “Now, a new hard-hitting tone found its way into her correspondence,” according to one analysis. “She was a different woman by the time she returned to Rome – more militant, more Italian, more certain than ever that her hopes were bound up with the fate of the revolutionary cause in Europe.”[xi] Her dispatches about the tumultuous year just ending were having an impact. She was having the kind of career a few American women journalists (among them, Martha Gellhorn, Lee Miller, and Christiane Amanpour) would follow in the coming centuries. Among Fuller’s many readers back in the United States was Walt Whitman, now approaching thirty, working as a journalist. Later, he would reflect on the hopes he felt were raised by 1848, calling the uprisings: “That brief, tight, glorious grip / Upon the throats of kings.”[xii]

At year’s end, Fuller dashed off two dispatches to the Tribune. She wrote that when she had seen the first signs of snow in the mountains, she had returned to Rome. “I left what was most precious that I could not take with me,” she told her readers, in a veiled reference to her infant boy; Nino, she believed, was safe in the countryside. Because of the growing tension around whether the young Roman Republic would long survive, Rome was now “empty of foreigners.” As a result, rents were plunging, and she could afford a sunny and spacious room at 60 Piazza Barberini (now marked by a wall plaque), from which she could see the magnificent Barberini Palace, home of popes. In her column, she noted the election of the new Whig president Zachary Taylor at home and urged him to send a “good ambassador” to Rome. “Another century, and I might ask to be made Ambassador myself . . . but woman’s day has not come yet.”[xiii]

            While still bracing for a counter-strike, Fuller told her readers about the official proclamation of the Roman Republic, on February 8, 1849. As a candid supporter of the new republic, she greeted it with admiration. She reported that she went into the streets and joined a procession heading to Rome’s magnificent Campodoglio. With banners flying, the new leaders mounted the steps to the high square and one read the manifesto aloud. It had four main provisions:

  1. Popes shall have no role in government.
  2. There will be freedom of religion.
  3. The new Roman Republic shall be “a pure Democracy.”
  4. The Roman Republic will join the new nation of Italy.

In this dispatch, Fuller was already expressing fear of a French intervention to roll back the republican victory. Louis-Napoleon Bonaparte was the new president of France, and, while he was an elected public servant, Fuller believed that in his heart, he was a monarchist. Fearing an attack, she pleaded for American support for the fledgling Roman Republic.

            In a dispatch written on March 20, she opened with this lead sentence: “The Roman Republic moves on better than could have been expected.” This is typical of her evolving literary style. Her opening sentences (what journalists would call her leads, or “ledes”) went right to the heart of the matter, introducing the general topic, establishing a mood or tone, and advancing the story without giving it all away. In the same dispatch, she praised her dear friend Mazzini – now the de facto head of state of the Roman Republic – as “the idol of the people” and “a man of genius.” She also managed to slip away again to Rieti and spent nearly two months with Nino before returning to Rome, a city on the brink of crisis.

            On April 25, 1849, the blow she feared fell. French forces landed at Civita Vecchia, a port city 37 miles northwest that had served Rome for centuries. Fuller wrote about the early stages of the invasion in a dispatch she finished on May 6. Her lead was another gem:

I write you from barricaded Rome. The Mother of Nations is now at bay against them all.[xiv]

The French forces were led by Generale Nicolas Charles Victor Oudinot, who proved be a cruel and pompous scoundrel. He claimed that he was coming as a friend, to restore “order” to the Papal States, a French ally. Fuller saw right through him. “No one was, no one could be, deceived as to the scope of this expedition,” she warned Tribune readers. “It was intended to restore the Pope to the temporal sovereignty, from which the People, by use of suffrage, had deposed him.” In his pursuit of order, Oudinot marched on Rome and proceeded to bombard it with cannon fire, inevitably causing a fair amount of disorder. In the early stages of the siege of Rome, Fuller publicly criticized the American charge d’affaires, Lewis Cass Jr., for continuing the policy of not officially recognizing the new Roman Republic.  How, she demanded, could the United States not salute a fellow republic?

            While continuing to write for Greeley, Fuller became more and more committed to the republican cause. Giovanni was stationed with his Civic Guard unit in the Vatican gardens, and she visited him there when she could. On April 30, at the invitation of an acquaintance, the Princess Belgioioso, Fuller became the director of the Fate Bene Fratelli hospital on Tiber Island, where she organized the nurses and tended the wounded herself (as Whitman would do in the U.S. Civil War). “I have, for the first time, seen what wounded men suffer,” she wrote in a dispatch in late May. Fuller was also fretting about Nino, who she believed was at least safe in Rieti. As the French drew near the city, she worried more and more about Giovanni, whose regiment was coming under fire. She was now, according to her biographer, the last American journalist remaining in Rome. After more than a month of battles, the French arrived at the gates of Rome in early June and began shelling the city.

Fate Bene Fratelli Hospital.

            Now, for the first time, Fuller endured the multiple terrors of being part of a civilian population under bombardment. French cannons hurled bombs into the midst of the urban population by day and night. “War near at hand seems to me even more dreadful than I had fancied it.”[xv] On Sunday, June 3, the French assaulted the barricades surrounding the city. “The attack began before sunrise and lasted all day. I saw it from my window,” Fuller reported, adding: “The Italians fought like lions.” On June 10, she finished a somber dispatch, opening with a question lede:

What shall I write of Rome in these sad but glorious days? Plain facts are the best; for my feelings I could not find fit words.

For the time being, the French were content to stand off and shell the city into submission, inflicting casualties among civilians as well as among the new recruits and volunteers of the young Republic. Fuller noted the “frightful sacrifices” made across the city, including the reduction of the famed Villa Borghese to rubble. Her hero Mazzini was standing “firm as a rock,” she claimed, then asked: “Yet how long, O Lord, shall the few trample on the many?”[xvi]

            On June 21, three weeks into the siege, she filed another dispatch. (Although filled with fresh news, the logistics of trans-Atlantic communication meant that it would not be printed and read in New York for more than a month.) The French bombardment was taking its toll. More and more often, the French bombs would open hole in the city’s defenses, and the Roman militia would rush to the spot, rebuild the barricades, and fire back. Fuller reported the story of one woman in the Trastevere district who saw one of the French bombs land near her. The bomb had a lit fuse, but the woman bravely picked it up and extinguished the fuse before it could cause mayhem. Fuller wrote that her example caught on quickly, and Romans learned to put out the fuses. They gathered the unexploded cannon balls and hauled them to the Roman forces to use against the French.

            Fuller was also working almost every day at the hospital, seeing for herself the grisly toll of the bombardment on the bodies of republican soldiers, many of them young students from across Italy who had rallied to Rome’s cause. Many endured gruesome amputations. “One kissed an arm which was cut off,” Fuller reported. She described another soldier who collected the pieces of his own bones being extracted from his wounds, to save as relics. “I suffer to see these temples of the soul thus broken . . . but I would not, for much, have missed seeing it at all,” Fuller wrote in what could be a motto of all war correspondents – from Herodotus to Martha Gellhorn to reporters unborn. They all seem to know or say: war is horrible, but I had to bear witness. In another trope of war reporting that would become a classic, Fuller also reported that the bombs had a terrible beauty. “In the evening ‘tis pretty, though a terror, to see the bombs, fiery meteors, springing from the horizon line upon their bright path to do their wicked message.”

On the night of June 21-22, the bombing reached a crescendo around 2 a.m. “We were all alarmed by a tremendous cannonade. It was the moment when the breach was finally made by which the French entered. . . That was the fatal hour for the city,” Fuller reported in prose that she had now mastered – a vigorous style, using short sentences and active verbs. The result was writing that was vivid, specific, concrete. “Those who were brought into the Hospitals were generally grievously wounded, very commonly subjects for amputation. My heart bled daily more and more at these sights, and I could not feel much for myself, though now the balls and bombs began to fall round me also. The night of the 28th the effect was truly fearful, as they whizzed and burst near me.”[xvii]

            On July 1, 1849, the Roman Republic fell.[2]

LEAVING JOURNALISM

In a day, the city became a vast camp of refugees, fugitives, and wounded. The press came under censorship; a curfew was imposed; and the Ossolis were wanted figures. She ventured out for one last survey of the ruin.

I entered the French ground, all hollowed and mapped like a honey-comb. A pair of skeleton legs protruded from the bank of one barricade; lower, a dog had scratched away its light covering from the body of a man, and discovered it lying face upward all dressed; the dog stood gazing on it with an air of stupid amazement.

Afterward, Margaret would no longer go out in public for fear of retribution. But in her latest dispatch, she offered a bold prediction: “The fruits of all this will be the same as elsewhere: temporary repression will sow the seeds of perpetual resistance.” She went swiftly to see the American diplomat Cass and prevailed on him to supply two fake American passports – one for Mazzini and one for Ossoli. On July 8, with more help from Cass, Fuller left Rome in a carriage and headed to Rieti for a reunion with her son. To her horror, she found Nino failing to thrive and near death. She discovered that the hired “wet nurse” had been ordered by her own husband to breastfeed only their child. Nino had been kept alive on a diet of bread soaked in wine. He had lost weight and became alcohol-dependent until his mother showed up, took him back, and supervised his care and feeding. With the help of a new nurse, Nino began to improve.

At the end of August, Fuller wrote a dispatch looking back over those “sad but glorious days” of the Republic. It began with this mournful lede: “To write from Italy is now become a sorrowful business.” (She wrote “Italy” rather than “Rome” because she was hiding out in Rieti.) She accused the French commander of sacking Rome and said his denials were flat lies. “They [French bombs] fell in the Vatican quarter; often on the Quirinal, on the Capital, on the Pincian. I am eye-witness that they did.” She went on to rebut another theme of French propaganda – that they occupied Rome to bring order. Before the occupation, Fuller had felt safe and free in republican Rome.

I, a woman, walked alone at all hours, in all quarters of Rome; I stood alone amid the throng of soldiers and of citizens; I took with me little girls to help me at the hospitals, and their parents thought my protection sufficient; I was at the gates, at the post office, in the nearer quarters of Trastevere, in the Vatican gardens – I never saw an act of violence, was never even jostled in the excitement of the crowd; I do not believe ever people or soldiery showed a finer spirit.

Notably, she could still write long sentences, but now they have energy and clarity. According to Reynolds and Smith, on this same day, Fuller wrote a letter to her mother, telling her that she had both a husband and a son and that they hoped to reach America in the summer.[xviii]

            Fuller and Ossoli made their way to Florence, where they settled into a small apartment on the Piazza of Santa Maria Novella. Some speculate that this is when they quietly got married. Nino was gaining weight, and they often took him on strolls along the Arno or to museums. On November 15, she filed a dispatch from Florence, confiding to her readers that the defeat of the republic was hitting her hard.

I have begun to write, yet little do I feel inclined . . . I take long walks into the country, I gaze on the beauty of nature, and seek thus to strengthen myself . . . I look again upon art, and solace myself in its calm. . . .

To find out what happened to Margaret Fuller as she headed back to the United States in 1850 with her son and the boy’s father, the rest of the story will be told in my next book, The Demoratic Art.


[1] Rome in 1848 is the place and time chosen by Willa Cather (chapter 9) for the prologue to her novel Death Comes for the Archbishop, but Cather makes no mention of the political revolution and repression that Fuller saw.

[2] The leader, Garibaldi, departed on July 2 on horseback with four thousand men, trying to evade all the anti-democratic occupying forces in Italy. By August, all were dead, except for Garibaldi and one follower. Garibaldi went into exile in London and New York City. Ten years after fleeing Rome, he returned and achieved his ultimate goal – the unification of Italy. As for Mazzini, he escaped and made his way to England. He remained committed to the cause, but he later broke with Garibaldi over the issue of establishing a monarchy for the newly unified Italy (King Victor Emmanuel II). Mazzini held out for the twin goals of unification and democracy.


[i] More than welcome . . . Greeley’s letter is quoted in Dispatches, p 21.

[ii] Last six weeks . . . See Dispatches, fn p 167.

[iii] eyewitness accounts of Roman events.” Christopher Clark, Revolutionary Spring, (Crown, 2023) p 254.

[iv] For a penetrating history of the continent-wide upheavals, see Clark.

[v] Dispatch 23.

[vi] Dispatch 24.

[vii] Fuller Letters, Vol 5, p 66.

[viii] Often attributed to Philip Graham, the former publisher of The Washington Post.

[ix] Dispatches intro p 28.

[x] Marshall, p 355.

[xi] Dispatches, intro p 26.

[xii] WW quoted in Sad but Glorious Days, 1-2.

[xiii] Dispatch 26.

[xiv] Dispatch 30.

[xv] Dispatch 31.

[xvi] Dispatch 32.

[xvii] Dispatch 34.

[xviii] Dispatches, fn p 316.

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America’s first Black newspaper

March 16 marks the 197th anniversary of the founding of the first Black-owned newspaper in the United States, Freedom’s Journal.


During the 1820s, free Blacks in New York City and elsewhere were beginning to form a  literate community large enough to support a newspaper. As it happened, during the very year that Frederick Douglass started to learn to read, the first newspaper in America owned by Blacks was founded. Freedom’s Journal began publishing on March 16, 1827 in New York City.


The founding editors were Reverend Samuel Cornish, a minister, and John Russwurm, an alumnus of Bowdoin College, who was the first black person to graduate from an American college.

In their first number, the editors boldly stated their goal:

“We wish to plead our own cause. Too long have others spoken for us.”


Not surprisingly, Freedom’s Journal was editorially opposed to slavery, and it published the first account of a lynching ever printed in the United States. At the same time, it served its largely Black readership by running newsy items of general interest, as well as sermons, poetry and advertisements.

The newspaper did not survive long, but it was followed by many others, notably Frederick Douglass’s first newspaper, The North Star, which he founded in 1847.

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“ALL RIGHTS FOR ALL!”

ALL RIGHTS FOR ALL!

Antebellum Ideologies of Liberation

By Chris Daly / Boston University

March 25, 2022

INTRO

In this essay, I offer some HIGHLIGHTS from a new book I am working on, called The Democratic Art:. That book is an exploration of how, between the 1840s and the 1950s, the newsrooms of America served as ports of entry and incubators for many major figures in American literature and the visual arts.

I want to focus is on three bold figures who were active before the Civil War: Margaret Fuller, Walt Whitman, and Frederick Douglass. All three were successors to the Founding generation. All three were journalists. All three helped formulate a sweeping new agenda for social justice.

In brief, the Founders had engaged in a rights revolution that we might call “leveling down.” That is, among the goals articulated in their pamphlets, in the Declaration, and in the Constitution were some truly revolutionary changes to British society: no monarchy, no hereditary aristocracy, no primogeniture. We might think of that bundle of changes as “topping” the upper reaches of society. That is: rank, titles, and power would all be capped. The result (for propertied white males at least) would be a society whose upper ranks would be relatively broad and much less steep than the upper ranks of British society.

After the Revolution, however, it is important to note that the lower ranks of American society remained at least as unequal as those in Britain.

–Indentured servitude was widespread.

–Women and girls were treated as appurtenances of males.

–The population of enslaved chattel was subject to routine brutality.

So, while the American Revolution deserves its place in the history of liberating individuals and making society, as a whole, somewhat less unequal, much remained to be done.

         Between 1845 and 1855, a cohort of loosely connected allies radically widened the agenda for freedoms. Freedoms that were personal, intimate, and innate. This trio of journalist-activists demanded nothing less than an end to sexism, homophobia, and racism.

Margaret Fuller, Walt Whitman, and Frederick Douglass emerged to me as heroes. In their writings, they all pointed the way to a fairer and freer world. Fuller battled sexism; Douglass battled racism; Whitman, in his way, battled homophobia. They raised their voices to promote the idea that each individual matters and that each individual has an equal right to self-determination. Like leaves of grass, none are taller, better, or more important. But also like leaves of grass, none are lesser, inferior, or unimportant.

In their time, Fuller, Douglass, and Whitman took republican democracy as a starting point and envisioned a leveling in an upward social direction – no more enslaved people, no more second-class citizens. All are one. All are not identical, but all are equal in worth and dignity.

FULLER

First, Fuller. Born in 1810, Margaret Fuller was the oldest child of Timothy Fuller, a prosperous lawyer and member of Congress representing Cambridge, Massachusetts. He poured all his talents and energy into educating Margaret, up to the point where the boys her age were preparing to enter Harvard and other colleges. But with no college in America accepting girls at the time, Margaret faced a closed door. She tried many stratagems to keep pace with the men her age – beginning with teaching.

After thinking about her own situation and ransacking the pages of classic and contemporary literature, Fuller put forth a bold agenda. In her 1845 book Woman in the Nineteenth Century, she took up the question her own life presented: why are women treated so poorly?

At the time, a paradox defined the status of most women. They were supposed to live up to two conflicting ideals.

On the one hand, women, especially middle- and upper-class women, were considered delicate flowers who needed to be sheltered from the filth and strife of activities like business, the military, and politics. They were expected to be virgins until marriage. After that, they were expected to become the center of the home, where they would provide moral uplift and basic education to a large number of children.

At the same time, women, especially working-class and poor women, were also considered beasts of burden who should cook, clean, wash, nurse, and meet the needs of others all the livelong day and well into the night. They were seen by men as sturdy, dirty, and flirty. In almost no case did men consider it worthwhile to educate girls; they were too often seen as ruled by feminine “sensibility” (emotions) and not by manly “sense” (reason).

Education would be wasted on girls. Even worse, it might leave them discontented with their lot in life.

In her Woman in the Nineteenth Century, Fuller raised key questions: Why should men exercise a power that amounts to legal conservatorship over women? Why should women be relegated to the status of children or mental defectives?

Fuller advanced two remarkable arguments. First, she argued, men and women are not opposites, and one sex is not superior to the other. Indeed, she said the evidence suggests that men and women are complementary and that the elements of the gender extremes are usually present in everyone, to varying degrees. Thus, she continued, most men are “womanly” to some extent, and most women are “manly” to some extent.

In other words, everyone is a mixed case of attributes. Since the sexes are not fixed at opposite poles, there is no basis for saying that one sex is suited only for certain activities —  and therefore no basis for denying members of either sex the opportunity to find out what they are good at. Not everyone will be equally adept at all things, but we will never know if we don’t let individuals find out for themselves. Of course, it stands to reason, then, that girls should be educated alongside boys. Given a chance, she wrote, there was nothing that women could not do. In a famous formulation, she wrote: “Let them be sea-captains if they like!”

WHITMAN

         Born in 1819 into a downwardly mobile family in Brooklyn, young Walt went to school for a couple of years, then began to learn the printer’s trade. Like many bright boys with nimble fingers, he started by learning to set type, working at New York City’s growing roster of newspapers, magazines, and book publishers.

         Throughout much of the 1840s, while he was in his 20s, Whitman was composing his poetic masterpiece, Leaves of Grass, first published in 1855. During that drafting period, we know that he was reading Fuller and Douglass.

We also know that Walt Whitman loved men.[i] Of that there is no doubt. But almost every other aspect of Whitman’s sexual life is shrouded in mystery, red herrings, misconceptions, hints and rumors, claims and counter-claims, along with outright fabrications. We also know for sure that Whitman never married.

Of course, the text can be considered separate from the man. But I believe that when an author declares again and again that his main poetic purpose is to compose and sing songs of himself, then we cannot help but ask: OK, poet, just who are you anyway?

For Whitman, in matters of love and sex, the stakes were very high – both for his actions and for his words. During Whitman’s lifetime, it was illegal in New York state for a man to have sex with another man. Moreover, as Whitman well knew, a sizable portion of the population considered sexual acts between men repugnant. Indeed, the very terms “gay” and “homosexual” as we understand them were not part of the nineteenth century American consciousness or vocabulary. So, in trying to reveal himself as a man who loved men, Whitman had to be somewhat circumspect.

By his own accounts, he knew quite a few men intimately. In New York, he was a frequent rider of the horse-drawn omnibuses, even when he had no particular place to go, just so he could meet the drivers. He knew all the bus teamsters and spent a lot of time with them – “not only for comradeship, and sometimes affection.”

Looking back years later, Whitman added: “I suppose the critics will laugh heartily, but the influence of those Broadway omnibus jaunts and drivers and declamations and escapades undoubtedly entered into the gestation of Leaves of Grass.”

In his debut edition of Leaves of Grass in 1855, Whitman downplayed the homoerotic elements of his life and poetry. It was not until the 1860 edition that he dared to include the “Calamus” cluster of poems, which are replete with phallic imagery and passionate promises to one or more male lovers.

. . . The Whitman who remains most central to whatever has become of the “American experiment” is the poet who cruised the streets of New York, who skinny-dipped with rough trade, who caroused in pick-up bars and lowdown dives, who ministered to the bodies of young soldiers, who loafed with boys in the fields and backwoods of a perpetual frontier.

In the end, with such a sparse record about the sex life of such a complex character, there may be no simple answer to Whitman’s sexuality and its consequences. But I think that, as always, Whitman was himself pointing us to an answer.

Even considering the standards of literary decorum and good taste in the Victorian era, Leaves of Grass was quite daring about sex. Whitman was actually quite frank and even bold.

Throughout, he not only praises sexuality in general. He not only hails the bodies (and body parts) of both the male and the female. He also leaves behind flags and emblems telling readers that he himself is not only heterosexual, he’s also homosexual, pansexual, and sometimes beyond-sexual. Whitman gives us the sense that if he could, he would make love to the whole world – one by one, or all at once! This attitude underlies his pervasive sense of solidarity with all people. Like Fuller and Douglass, Whitman resisted all invidious distinctions, declaring, for example, that “I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man.”

Just a peek into his vast masterpiece:

The section we now know as “I Sing the Body Electric” is a chant for equality – between the sexes, between the races, between the slave and the free. Whitman says we all have these amazing bodies; that alone makes us equal. He shares with readers a glimpse of his “loveflesh swelling and deliciously aching / Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous . . .  / quivering jelly of love”

For all his frankness, though, Whitman could not possibly have written an explicit manifesto for gay rights in the midst of the Victorian era. Given that same-sex sex was widely considered a sin or a crime or both, he was boldly telling the world to think anew.

DOUGLASS

         Finally, Douglass. Born into slavery, likely in 1818, Douglass essentially taught himself to read and write – skills forbidden to almost all enslaved people. At age 20, he liberated himself from enslavement in Maryland and made his way north. He joined the organized abolition movement, becoming a popular paid speaker bearing witness to the horrors he knew from his upbringing. When he tired of telling his story over and over again, he decided to write it down. The result was his great Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, the first of three autobiographies he would write. He published it in 1845 – the same year Fuller published Woman in the 19th Century.

         Naturally, Douglass was a fierce opponent of slavery. But it’s worth noting what kind of opponent he was. Douglass was a radical abolitionist. That meant several concrete things:

  • He demanded immediate emancipation (no gradualism; no compensation)
  • He demanded full equal rights (no colonization or return to Africa)

In 1847, he became a “movement journalist” – publisher, editor, and writer of the North Star, a weekly abolitionist newspaper in Rochester, New York.

In 1848, he traveled to nearby Seneca Falls to take part in the first convention devoted to women’s rights, inspired in part by Margaret Fuller’s book of three years earlier. Douglass was not the only man at the gathering, but he was the only Black delegate.

Douglass remained a steadfast, public supporter of women’s rights for the rest of his life as well as a personal friend to Anthony and other suffragists.

CONCLUSION

         To bring this all to a point.

In 1851, Douglass merged his North Star with another paper and brought forth a new publication, which he candidly titled Frederick Douglass’ Paper. For that new newspaper, he also rolled out a new motto:

                  ALL RIGHTS FOR ALL.

Hear that:

                  ALL RIGHTS FOR ALL.

There, in four words, Douglass encapsulated the most expansive social-justice agenda possible. Taken literally, it would mean an end not just to slavery but also to racism, sexism, homophobia, and all other forms of oppression. It could serve as the rallying cry for all the progressive movements that were to come.

Together, then, Fuller, Whitman, and Douglass had laid out a broad challenge: it was not enough to lower the top end of society. It was just as urgent to raise up the bottom.

All rights for all.

All are not identical, but all are equal in worth and dignity. This was one of the main meanings of Whitman’s notion of “leaves of grass.” Society should be broad; it should be diverse; but none should tower over others. None should be permanently subjugated. None should be despised for being themselves.

Together, those three antebellum radical journalists outlined an agenda of personal liberation that we are still working to fully realize.

That was – and is – the great project. All Rights for All.


[i] This discussion of Whitman’s sexuality draws on a large and growing body of scholarly and critical work that has emerged in tandem with the modern gay rights movement. For about a century, the subject little attention – either because scholars and critics considered it taboo or because they found that Whitman’s expressions of love for men, while exuberant, fell within the nineteenth-century understanding of same-sex affections. Beginning in the mid-twentieth century, discussions of Whitman’s sexuality have become more numerous and more frank. Throughout this section, I draw on works by David S. Reynolds, Justin Kaplan, Jerome Loving, Hugh Ryan, Ed Folsom, Ted Genoways, Betsy Erkkila, Martin Murray, and others.

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FREDERICK DOUGLASS

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THE POWER OF LITERACY

By CHRISTOPHER B. DALY

During his lifetime, which spanned most of the nineteenth century, Frederick Douglass grew to be many things: from an enslaved slave boy and teenage shipwright, to a public speaker, an abolitionist, a book author, a feminist, a political activist, a diplomat, and even (against his wishes) a vice presidential candidate. While all those activities were worthwhile, most of them would not financially support an adult with a family. As a practical matter, for most of his adult life, Douglass was a working journalist. He supported himself as the founder, publisher, editor, and lead writer of several important newspapers. First in Rochester, New York, and later in Washington, D.C., Douglass wrote for, edited, and published newspapers that demanded attention far and wide. His editorial voice was every bit as powerful as his famous speaking voice. The written word and the spoken word were both his tools and his weapons.

Douglass is the fountainhead of so much African American writing. At the time of Frederick’s childhood, though, nearly all Southern states banned teaching enslaved people to read or write. But, in one of the great flukes of history, Frederick learned the rudiments of literacy while he was still enslaved. After that, in an impressive feat of self-invention, he essentially willed himself to become literate. Without a single day of classroom education, he made himself a literary lion. In his life and career, there is a direct line that can be drawn from his acquisition of literacy to his self-liberation from slavery and on to his career as a writer and publisher. In the power of his words, Douglass found the strength to shape his times – and ours. We might well wonder how Douglass did it.

STARTING OUT

A boy named Frederick was born to an enslaved mother sometime in early 1818 in the flat, watery world of Maryland’s Eastern Shore. Due west across the Chesapeake Bay lay Washington, D.C., about 30 miles as the buzzard glides but a world away from the dark, drafty, dirty cabin where young Frederick lived. In Washington, the president was James Monroe, a Virginian who enslaved people and sometimes sold them to pay his debts. After his election in 1816, Monroe brought several of his own slaves to Washington to serve him in the Executive Mansion, which had been completed a few administrations earlier with the labor of enslaved builders.

That boy named Frederick was mostly likely born in February of 1818, but as with almost all enslaved people, he did not know the exact date of his birth. In any case, we know that Frederick was the son of a woman named Harriet Bailey. She was enslaved to a white man named Aaron Anthony. Anthony was a prominent figure in the Eastern Shore, serving as something like a chief operating officer for the truly vast Wye Plantation, which belonged to a family named Lloyd. Anthony owned dozens of slaves himself, while the Lloyds owned hundreds.

The scant evidence that exists suggests that Anthony had sex with Harriet Bailey and impregnated her. Since he owned her under Maryland and U.S. law, their relationship was, by definition, one based on coercion. The boy never learned the identity of his father. Without a legal father to bestow a last name on the child, Frederick acquired his mother’s family name, Bailey. The boy barely knew his mother, either, because she labored at a different farm, some twelve miles away. As a baby, Frederick was placed in the care of his kindly, enslaved grandmother — Hariett’s mother, Betsey Bailey, and Betsey’s free Black husband, Isaac.

When Frederick was about seven, his mother died; with no acknowledged father and now no mother, he was from then on, for all practical purposes, an orphan. During his childhood, Frederick endured a gratuitous level of deprivation. Like many enslaved children in the South, he was given almost no clothes. Most of the time, he wore a simple long shirt made of tow-linen, the coarsest and scratchiest available. That was it: no outer layers, no underwear, no pants. He also had no shoes. Most of the time, Frederick had no bed and slept on the dirt floor of his grandparents’ rude cabin. His food was mainly a corn mush, which he scooped into his mouth with an oyster shell. For an enslaved child, there were no treats, no feasts. There were also no lessons. Like other enslaved children, Frederick was taught almost nothing – except to fear his master. At the start, young Fred was at the bottom of a deep well of ignorance, with a lifetime of toil stretching endlessly ahead.

FREEING THE MIND

            “Why am I a slave?”

            As a boy, Frederick Bailey asked himself that question but found no answer. Indeed, that question only led to more questions. He knew that some Blacks were free while others were enslaved, so how could he accept it when whites said all Africans were suited to slavery or destined to it? If Blacks had a soul, how could whites not acknowledge them as brothers in god’s love? If some whites promoted abolition while other whites defended slavery, didn’t that mean that even white people did not have a single unified view of Blacks? Could it be that his condition was not permanent after all? Could he possibly liberate himself from slavery?

When Frederick was about seven, his life, which was hardly his own, took a lurch. Uprooted from his grandparents’ cabin, Frederick was suddenly walked to a different home – on the Wye plantation, the largest in the area. Enslaved children like Frederick were at the bottom of a long pecking order. He was still too young to do field work, so his value to the owners was all in the future. For now, it was enough to keep him alive, and he got barely enough food.

At the Wye Plantation, beatings and whippings were common occurrences, and the young Frederick witnessed many horrors, including a murder at point-blank range by a white overseer. His only regular respite from such depravity and cruelty on the plantation came from his new white mistress. She was a daughter of his “old master” Aaron Anthony named Lucretia, who was married to a white man named Thomas Auld. Lucretia’s father had effectively given young Frederick to her, and she looked upon the boy with favor. “She pitied me, if she did not love me,” Fred recalled, remembering that Lucretia regularly supplied him with food and sympathy.

Then, suddenly, his enslaver decided to send Frederick to live with Thomas Auld’s brother, Hugh, who lived in Baltimore with his wife, Sophia. That played out as a critical turning point in Frederick’s life, exposing him to the big city of Baltimore and to new ideas of all kinds. Not yet nine, Frederick was thrilled by the turnabout. First things first, though: he spent much of the next three days in the creek, trying to wash off the accumulated dirt and “mange” of country life. When he was finally clean, Lucretia Auld gave him his first trousers.

Early one Saturday morning in March 1826, Frederick shipped out from the Eastern Shore. Having no fondness for the plantation, he took one look back from the stern of the boat, then turned and set his sights forward. For months, he had watched from that very shore as sailboats passed by the Wye landing, looking to him like the epitome of freedom, as the ships’ skippers used the wind to go where they pleased. Now, he was on board one of those very sailing ships. The boat headed north up the Chesapeake Bay, past Annapolis, and on to Baltimore. One of the ship’s hands escorted him to his new home, where he would live with Hugh and Sophia Auld and their little son, Tommy. He immediately took a liking to Sophia, and she showed in many ways that she returned his favor. As Frederick put it later, he went from being treated as a pig on the plantation to being treated as a child. He actually lived in the same house with white people, and he slept in a real bed. Hugh Auld did not beat him, leaving Frederick in the care of his wife instead. That would prove to be not only a kindness to the enslaved boy but a life-changing decision.

Living in Baltimore meant quite a few adjustments for young Frederick – and not just the tall buildings, the shops, and the crowds he saw everywhere. The harbor was crowded with large, ocean-going ships, some carrying passengers and some carrying cargo. And there were so many free Blacks – more than Frederick had ever seen on the Eastern Shore. By 1830, four-fifths of Baltimore’s Black population consisted of free (or freed) Blacks. In general, city life granted enslaved people more opportunities and diminished the power of their enslavers to control them, and it checked many of the most violent extremes of plantation life. The city shattered the total institution of rural slavery.[i] So many of these new encounters pointed Frederick in the same direction: the world was wider than he had known it to be, and it included more categories of people than he had met so far. Still, the boy was stuck in slavery; he was owned by one white man and on loan to another.

Under the American regime of chattel slavery, the fate of Frederick’s body was sealed: he would always be the property of some white man. But what about his mind? Did his mind not belong to him? What use, of his own choosing, could he put it to? An answer was not long in coming.

As part of the Auld household, Frederick was in and out of most rooms in the place. Many a day, when Hugh Auld was off working in the shipyards, Frederick heard Sophia Auld reading the Bible aloud to herself. As he listened, he began to wonder about the mystery of reading. Watching her look at a page and listening to her turn those little ink figures into spoken words “roused in me the desire to learn.” Since he was not afraid of Sophia, he asked her if she would teach him the ABCs. “Without hesitation, the dear woman began the task, and very soon, by her assistance, I was master of the alphabet, and could spell words of three or four letters.” Lucretia was proud of her pupil and made no effort to hide the lessons from her husband. She even told him of her plan to teach Frederick to read the Bible himself.

That was too much for Hugh. From his perspective, as a white man, teaching an enslaved child to read was anathema. Although it was not illegal, teaching an enslaved person to read was, in the eyes of almost all whites in Maryland, a bad idea. Within earshot of Frederick, he laid out his reasons (and in the process, gave Frederick a life-long lesson in both the fragility of slavery and the power of literacy). Hugh Auld declared:

–“the thing itself was unlawful” (While not true, this was widely believed among whites and Blacks.)

–“it was also unsafe and could only lead to mischief.”

–An enslaved person “should know nothing but the will of his master, and learn to obey it.”

–“Learning would spoil the best n-word in the world.”

–“it would forever unfit him for the duties of a slave”

–“learning would do him no good, but probably, a great deal of harm – making him disconsolate and unhappy”

–“If you learn him now to read, he’ll want to know how to write; and, this accomplished, he’ll be running away with himself.”[ii]

In short, Auld was inadvertently providing Frederick with “the first decidedly anti-slavery lecture to which it had been my lot to listen,” as he put it several decades later. The boy was naturally disheartened about being thwarted in his lessons, but Auld’s words had another impact as well. “It was a new and special revelation . . . to wit: the white man’s power to perpetuate the enslavement of the black man.” Slavery, he now saw, was not god’s will; it was a product of Black ignorance and white violence, and it could not survive scrutiny. So, if learning unfits the Black man to slavery, then Frederick wanted all the learning he could get. Then and there, he resolved to continue his education one way or another.

Auld’s reprimand to his wife and his angry speech about slavery had clearly backfired; Auld had, in spite of himself, laid bare the wicked heart of slavery and awakened one of its greatest enemies. “From that moment I understood the direct pathway from slavery to freedom.”[iii] So, at age nine, Fred was introduced into the mysteries of the letters of the alphabet, the ways they combine to make words, and the ways words can be combined for almost any purpose. Strong magic.

Until 1830, few states made it a crime to teach enslaved people to read and write. There was little need for such laws, since most enslavers simply forbade teaching on their own plantations on their own authority. Besides, enslaved people had neither books, nor writing materials, nor instructors. But after the slave uprising in Virginia in 1831 – led by Nat Turner and carried out by literate slaves – white leaders across the South reacted with a fury. They killed more than a hundred Black rebels out of hand, then persecuted many more across the region.

White leaders also noted that Turner was a literate and popular preacher who had used written messages in his plot. Considering the power that literacy could provide to future rebellions, some states now made it a crime to teach an enslaved person to read and write. Black literacy was understood as a direct threat to the regime of white rule. Whites reasoned that if enslaved people could read, they would not limit their reading to hymns and recipes. If they could read, they could study the law; they could understand geography; they could convey messages that would allow ringleaders to organize and plan more rebellions.

In the minds of white slavers, one threat arising from literacy loomed above all others. In all the slave states, every enslaved person leaving the slaveholder’s property was required by law to carry a “pass” – a piece of paper that spelled out the bearer’s name, the owner’s name, the name of the home plantation, and the duration of the pass. And it had to be signed by the owner or overseer. It was like an internal passport, and any white person could demand to see a pass from any Black person they encountered. As the key to controlling the movements of every Black body in the South, the pass was sacrosanct. But if slaves knew how to read and write, they could certainly forge their own passes. Then, they could come and go; they could travel, plan, and meet. They could even rebel. All the more reason to keep slaves from learning to read and write. Slaveholders understood that their way of life, and maybe their very lives, depended on it.

For all these reasons, Frederick was never supposed to learn his ABCs. As it turned out, he learned the basics just in the nick of time, for every year after he started to learn, it would become more difficult and more forbidden. The window was closing, the darkness spreading. From now on, Frederick’s lessons would have to be more clandestine.

Frederick already had a base of learning on which he could build the rest by himself. Undeterred, he not only pushed himself to keep learning, he even enlisted the white boys in his Baltimore neighborhood to help him. First, Fred somehow got hold of a surefire weapon in his war on ignorance – Noah Webster’s book. Published in Boston, Webster’s “speller” was a huge hit in its day, selling more than 3 million copies in the first two decades. After the Bible and before Uncle Tom’s Cabin, it was the largest-selling book in America. It was not a dictionary (that came later), but instead an elaborate guide to correct pronunciation of English words, accompanied by examples of uplifting prose and poetry, fables and maxims, along with some rudimentary rules for composition. It was used to teach teachers and for teachers, in turn, to teach students.

For Frederick, the book practically served as his school. He carried it in one pocket and kept pieces of bread in the other. When he needed a white boy’s help with a word or concept in Webster’s speller, he would trade a biscuit for a lesson. Although the boys were white, Frederick reported later that he never met one who would defend slavery. He drew the lesson that those boys had to be inculcated into the system, for the simple reason that it was not natural after all.

In 1831, when he was thirteen, Frederick used his meager savings to buy another life-changing book, The Columbian Orator. The Orator was cultural touchstone, widely read, taught, and shared. Published in Boston, it was a compilation of great speeches and included an introduction with general advice on rhetoric from a variety of classical greats. Frederick evidently took it to heart, reading and re-reading the speeches and studying the introduction to improve his public speaking.

One item stood out to Frederick, for obvious reasons – the “Dialogue between a Master and a Slave.” The author, John Aikin, presented the issue of slavery in the form of a debate. As Frederick no doubt noticed, the slave gets much the better of the argument. The master begins by claiming that he fairly purchased the slave and that he was already enslaved by someone else.

Slave: Did I give my consent to the purchase?

Master: You had no consent to give. You had already lost the right of disposing of yourself.

Slave: I had lost the power, but how the right?

They continue sparring about the chain of responsibility. Then, the master shifts the rhetorical ground with a non-sequitur.

Master: It is in the order of Providence that one man should become subservient to another. It ever has been so, and ever will be. I found the custom, and did not make it.

Slave: You cannot but be sensible, that the robber who puts a pistol to your breast may make just the same plea. Providence gives him a power over your life and property; it gave my enemies a power over my liberty.

The slaver, perhaps worried that he is losing the debate, next demands that the enslaved show him gratitude because he has been a kind master. The enslaved character counters by noting that the “master” treats him no better than he treats the cattle he owns. In the end, the slave wins both the argument and his freedom. What a thrill that must have given the young teenager Frederick! Such were the secrets that reading could unlock.

            As he entered his teens, Frederick discovered religion, becoming a practicing Christian, and he met several black preachers in the Baltimore area. They brought Douglass the gift of the Bible, which in turn brought to Douglass several more gifts: a moral code, a faith in god, and a powerful mode of rhetoric that would shape both his public speaking and his writing for decades to come. One preacher in particular, Charles Lawson, inspired Douglass and served him as a benign father figure for a time. Together, they read the Bible, and Douglass came away determined to master what he called “the art of writing.” No longer content with reading, he now felt a call to writing as well, and the Old Testament would abide with him as perhaps his greatest literary influence.

            Armed with the power of reading and writing, Frederick began to ready himself for the great challenge of escaping slavery. He kept up his pursuit of literacy, reading every book he could buy or borrow and reading more and more of the many newspapers circulating around the Baltimore docks. In port cities, ships carried newspapers from the wider world, and a hungry young reader could learn a lot in their pages. Once, Frederick came across the powerful word “abolition” in a newspaper called the Baltimore American. Such stories, circulating among hundreds of readers, assured Frederick that he was not alone in his wish for freedom. People he did not even know wanted to help him in his quest for freedom.

Frederick also began working in a shipyard, at first doing simple chores. Unlike a plantation, a shipyard was always busy with comings and goings; working there exposed Fred to many more people – and more different types of people, including a flood tide of Irishmen and other foreigners, sailors and laborers, skilled tradesmen, and more. All those contacts, with newspapers and with people, widened his perspective further.

In 1833, when Frederick was fifteen, his life took another sudden turn. The white man who had enslaved Frederick, Thomas Auld, had a falling-out with his brother Hugh, and to punish his brother, Thomas snatched Frederick’s body back to the rural Eastern Shore of Maryland. Dismayed, the teenager now regretted that he had not tried to escape while he was living in Baltimore. Returning to Talbot County seemed like such a defeat. While sailing back southward on the great bay, Frederick could see steamboats heading north – not just to Baltimore but even farther, to Philadelphia, a free city. He began to form a plan.

For now, his body was trapped in the countryside, but he kept reading. All the while, Thomas Auld delivered beatings to Frederick’s body in an effort to make his mind more compliant. To no avail.

Then, from bad to much worse. As of new year’s day in 1834, Thomas Auld decided to send Frederick a few farms away to work for Edward Covey, a white man who was notorious throughout the area as a “slave-breaker” – that is, a man so mean and violent that he could “break” the will of even the most rebellious enslaved men. For the first time in his young life, Frederick would be a field hand, toiling outdoors all day at unskilled labor. True to his reputation, Covey rained down blows on Frederick, for even minor offenses. Over the coming year, the beatings continued, as Frederick would recall:

Mr. Covey succeeded in breaking me. I was broken in body, soul and spirit. My natural elasticity was crushed; my intellect languished; the disposition to read departed; the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute![iv]

Even in his anguish and despair, though, Frederick was not utterly defeated. He had Sundays off, and he often spent those days staring from Covey’s farm out onto the broad Chesapeake. He recalled that he sometimes thought about killing himself; at other times, he thought about killing Covey. As he looked out across the bay, he could see a parade of sail, as boats navigated freely on their way to distant shores. He wondered how god could forsake him, and he returned again to the question that haunted him: Why am I a slave?

            Now he saw clearly. “I will run away. I will not stand it. Get caught, or get clear, I will try it,” he wrote later of this moment. “I had as well be killed running as die standing.” He decided to escape by water, like a sailboat running with the wind. In the meantime, he would try to “bear up under the yoke,” sure now in the belief that “there is a better day coming.” After two years of regular beatings, Frederick dared to fight back one day, and he wrestled Covey to a standstill. The fearsome white man never struck him again.

To Frederick, the lesson was clear: I WAS A MAN NOW. What’s more, he had recommitted himself to his ultimate goal – to be not just a man but a free man. At the start of 1836, just shy of eighteen years old, Frederick took a solemn vow: this would be the year he would free himself. After one failed attempt made with friends, Frederick was sent back to Baltimore under the regime of Hugh Auld.

In 1838, as Frederick turned twenty, he struck a deal with Hugh Auld. While remaining enslaved, he would no longer live in the Aulds’ household; instead, he would live elsewhere, on his own, and pay for all his rent, food, clothing, and tools. He would owe Auld three dollars at the end of every week. That way, if Frederick could find enough work and live frugally enough, he might clear a little money week by week. Living on his own also meant that Frederick could read whenever time allowed.

Somewhere, he met a dark-skinned, free-Black woman a little older than he was. Her name was Anna Murray, and she came from the Eastern Shore. Her mother had been manumitted, so Anna was free from birth, and she was now working for pay as a maid. Frederick and Anna were quickly involved in each other’s lives. Soon, they were engaged.[v]

Still, he had his mind set on freedom. But still the old question remained: How?

All through the first half of 1838, Frederick, now with the help of his confidante, Anna, thought it over. Although he knew something about the abolition movement, he did not see that as the answer. For most runaways, the central fact was that they would have to take all the risks by themselves. Self-liberation took careful planning, enormous bravery, tremendous physical exertion, and a generous amount of good luck. Most fled alone.[vi] Besides, for Frederick and Anna, there were no white benefactors or groups to shepherd them.

To go overland presented terrible risks. There were no reliable maps available to them. Slave-catchers patrolled both the South and the North for runaways, who could be returned to their enslavers for a bounty. As a result, it was not enough for a runaway to make it to the state line, or even to a big city like Philadelphia. Runaway slaves found that they had best keep going farther and farther North – as far as New England, or even all the way to that distant place called Canada.

In the end, Frederick decided that he would make his way to Pennsylvania, the nearest free state, this time by land. Frederick and Anna pooled their savings and placed their bet on the railroad. Still, one problem remained: any white person could challenge his right to travel, and the ticket-taker on the train was bound to do so. So, Frederick approached a retired sailor he knew, and the man let him borrow his official transit papers. Frederick knew how to talk like a sailor, and he got hold of some “sailor style” clothes.

Finally, all was set. Early on Monday, September 3, 1838, Frederick Bailey boarded a northbound train in Baltimore. For now, Anna stayed behind and went to work as usual. On board the smoky train, Frederick made his way north, mile by mile. Then a moment of truth: the white conductor entered the “negro car” and demanded to see Frederick’s ticket and his papers. Without much ado, the man accepted them both and passed on.

In Wilmington, Delaware, the passengers had to disembark. The next leg of the journey was by steamboat up the Delaware River, almost 30 miles farther north – a leg of the passage that would change not only Frederick’s life but the life of the country as well. Sometime that afternoon, the ship reached Philadelphia, and he stepped ashore – his first moment on free soil.

Despite his joy, there was no time to linger. He approached a Black man on the street and asked how to find the train to New York. Departing from the Willow Street station, Frederick continued to put miles between slavery and himself, between his old life and his new one. This train took him another 80 miles or so north, as far as Hoboken, on the New Jersey shore of the great Hudson River. A short ferry ride later, Frederick set foot in the country’s biggest, freest city – New York. It had been less than twenty-four hours since he had left slavery behind in Baltimore. Now, safely arrived in free territory, he was beginning his new life. Forever afterward, he would celebrate September third as his adopted birthday.

In New York, Frederick felt overwhelmed at first. He relished his freedom, but he faced a number of immediate practical problems – finding food, shelter, and work in a strange new city. He strolled among the throngs of people on Broadway in lower Manhattan, but even on this free soil, Frederick had to worry about slave-catchers. One precaution he took was to abandon his slave name of Bailey; he started introducing himself as Frederick Johnson. And he was soon reunited with Anna. As a free Black, she could travel much more easily than Frederick could, so she made her way to New York by herself. The two were married on September 15, 1838.

In a matter of days, the newlywed couple headed farther north, taking a steamer to Newport, Rhode Island, where two white abolitionist Quakers met them and took them by stagecoach to New Bedford, a major whaling port on the coast of Massachusetts. Here, some 300 miles from Baltimore, Frederick began to feel not only free but actually safe. He even registered to vote. Still, as a precaution and to distinguish himself from the many Johnsons in the area, he changed his name again. From now on, he would be known as Frederick Douglass.[vii]

Seeking work in a port city, Douglass naturally headed to the waterfront looking for a job as a caulker. Douglass soon joined the AME Zion Church that was then serving New Bedford’s large community of free and runaway Blacks. Douglass also began reading a weekly newspaper published forty miles to the north in Boston. By his own account, he fell in love with the paper and its editor, a man he would soon meet and get to know quite well.

That paper was The Liberator – the loudest voice in the growing abolition movement. That editor was William Lloyd Garrison, among the most prominent and radical of the white abolitionists. As a young man, Garrison had launched the Liberator in Boston in January 1831 for a single purpose: to abolish slavery. Thanks to Black subscribers like Douglass and help on the business side of the paper from sympathetic white businessmen, Garrison was able to publish every week for the next thirty-five years, despite threats to his life, censorship in the South, and deep divisions within the abolition movement. He also served as the founder of the Massachusetts Anti-Slavery Society. Garrison was a self-taught, stone-cold radical who never wavered from three basic demands: immediate emancipation, full civil rights for all liberated people, and strictly non-violent methods. The great cause of abolition was to proceed by “moral suasion,” not by bullets or ballots.

To Douglass, Garrison was a godsend. “The paper became my meat and my drink. My soul was set all on fire,” he recalled a few years later. In 1839, he even got to hear the great Garrison speak in New Bedford. In the summer of 1841, Douglass spoke to his local abolition society. He was heard by a white abolitionist, William C. Coffin, who invited Douglass to the upcoming convention of the Massachusetts Anti-Slavery Society, on Nantucket Island, about fifty miles across the water from New Bedford. There, with Garrison presiding, late in the afternoon on August 11, 1841, Douglass rose from his seat and asked to speak. At that moment, two men who would prove to be among the most effective and influential editors of the nineteenth century met for the first time – Garrison and Douglass.[viii]

Garrison was thirty-five, an austere figure with a high pale forehead and prim spectacles, already famous, after a decade of journalism, advocacy, and controversy. Douglass, twenty-three years old, was tall and strong, but he was a mere laborer, unknown to the assembled white abolitionists. For Douglass to speak in public, especially to a white audience, was not only a personal challenge but also a tremendous risk, since even Massachusetts had its share of slave-catchers on the lookout for fugitives like Douglass. Rising to his feet to address an audience of white listeners, Douglass was so nervous that he could not recall later what he had talked about. Hesitant at the start, Douglass gained force as he gave his first public description to whites of the details of slavery. For many in the audience, abolitionists all, it was a revelation. Garrison was certainly moved.

When Douglass finished speaking, Garrison took to the podium and penetrated to the heart of the matter, asking the delegates:

“Have we been listening to a thing, a piece of property, or to a man?”

A man! A man!” the white abolitionists shouted in reply.

“And should such a man be held as a slave in a republican and Christian land?”

“Never! Never!”

As much as Garrison and his newspaper were a godsend to Douglass, now the runaway ex-slave appeared as a godsend to the Anti-Slavery Society. Here was an eyewitness to the horrors of slavery whose testimony was beyond rebuttal by Southern slavers. Straightaway, Garrison offered Douglass a role as a paid public speaker for the Massachusetts anti-slavery group and launched him on a three-month tryout as a “general agent,” which opened the chance to leave his life of “rough labor” for a life where his tools would be his own powerful words. Now, he would apply all the lessons in rhetoric he learned in that precious book from his childhood, The Columbian Orator.

Frederick hit the road around New England and New York, describing his childhood in slavery on the Eastern Shore. In 1843, Douglass began working as a public speaker for the larger, national American Anti-Slavery Society, and he started traveling farther afield, reaching towns across Ohio, Indiana, and Pennsylvania. The work was important but, inevitably, repetitive. Eventually, Douglass tired of the constant retellings of his life story, and he began to chafe. “Give us the facts,” one of his abolitionist backers said. “We will take care of the philosophy.” But Douglass was not content. “It did not entirely satisfy me to narrate wrongs; I felt like denouncing them.”

So, he returned to Anna and their two children in Massachusetts, and he took up the challenge of getting his own experience down on paper. With encouragement and printing assistance from Garrison, Douglass wrote and wrote, more than 36,000 words in all. The result, in May 1845, was his debut in print, a step that allowed Douglass to take his place among the small number of published Black book authors in the United States. The book, which was the original version of his autobiography, was a great piece of writing – a work that not only bore witness to the wrongs of slavery but also demanded that justice be done. It was not the first life-narrative written by a former slave, nor the last, but it was the most influential.[ix] Despite his lack of experience, Douglass proved to be a powerful writer. The book was titled Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave. As if to anticipate the doubters, he added a revealing subtitle:

WRITTEN BY HIMSELF.

Although similar statements appear in other slave narratives, that is a line that white authors never felt the need to state. But in a real sense, Douglass was using the assertion of authorship to stake a claim for himself as a full human being.

Frontspiece from Douglass’s 1845 Narrative.

The compact book opened with a preface by Garrison, who assured readers that Douglass had actually written it and that Douglass’s experiences were representative of life under slavery. Douglass’s Narrative sold remarkably well—30,000 copies within five years—placing it among the era’s best-sellers.[x] And it had the desired effect. Here at last, beyond refutation by Southern apologists, was the snarling, hideous, bare face of slavery. These were no white traveler’s tales and no work of the imagination. In one declarative sentence after another, Douglass supplied names and dates and details. He provided as many real facts and eye-witness episodes as he felt he could without putting himself or his allies at greater risk of capture. Seven years before Harriet Beecher Stowe published her novel about slavery, Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Douglass showed his readers the routine beatings, the gruesome whippings, the sexual predations—the whole sordid spectacle, all from the point of view of an intelligent, sensitive boy growing to manhood.

As it happened, Douglass’ Narrative ultimately vindicated the fears of his former enslaver. Letting an enslaved child learn to read and write threatened the entire system of slavery. In a few more years, Douglass’ words would do as much as anything to bring the hated institution crashing down.

[Adapted from a forthcoming cultural history The Democratic Art: The Role of Journalism in the Rise of American Culture. Christopher B. Daly is the author of Covering America: A Narrative History of a Nation’s Journalism.]


[i] Daniel Walker Howe, What Hath God Wrought: The Transformation of America, 1815-1848. Chap 1.

[ii] Running away with himself” . . . Bondage, LoA, 217-18.

[iii] For Auld’s thoughts on slavery, see Narrative, 37-8 and Bondage, 217-18.

[iv] Into a brute . . . Bondage, LoA, chap XV.

[v] Living on his own . . . Blight, 78-80.

[vi] For details on the reality of escape during Douglass’s time, see John Gatrell, “Slavery, Resistance, and Flight.” Found at the Maryland State Archives. http://slavery.msa.maryland.gov/html/antebellum/essay7.html Also helpful is the publication “Blacks Before the Law in Colonial Maryland,” found in the Maryland Archives special collections.

[vii] Blight, chap. 6.

[viii] … all on fire. Narrative, LoA, 96. On Garrison’s life and career, I rely on All on Fire: William Lloyd Garrison and the Abolition of Slavery by Henry Mayer (1998).

[ix] In his introduction to the anthology The Classic Slave Narratives, the scholar Henry Louis Gates, Jr., surveys the work of scholars who have found more than 200 slave narratives in all, written both before and after the Civil War.

[x] The best-selling book of the time was no doubt the Bible. After that, the ranks of popular works, until Stowe’s Uncle Tom, were all written by white men – from poets like Poe and Longfellow to novelists like Cooper and Irving to nonfiction writers like Webster and Audubon.

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America’s oldest lighthouse

On the occasion of the retirement of the lighthouse keeper at Boston Light, here is a piece I wrote in 1991 about the state of the country’s first lighthouse. I spent the night of the winter solstice on an island in Boston Harbor, and this piece ran in the Washington Post on Christmas Day. Keep the light on!


KEEPING THE FAITH AT AMERICA’S LAST MANNED LIGHTHOUSE
The Washington Post

By Christopher B. Daly
December 25, 1991

LITTLE BREWSTER ISLAND, MASS. — This time of year, night comes early to Little Brewster Island, the oldest lighthouse site in America. On Saturday, as the winter solstice neared, the sun disappeared behind the rest of America at 4:15 p.m. and did not emerge from the Atlantic again until 7:11 a.m.
Except for a visitor, this longest night of the year was just another night for the two Coast Guardsmen who serve as lonely lightkeepers at Boston Light, the nation’s last manned lighthouse.
Every 10 seconds, silent and unceasing, Boston Light sent a radiant spoke through the icy darkness, keeping faith with ships at sea and with thousands of men, women and children who once kept the home fires burning in the nation’s lighthouses.
The first lighthouse in the New World was built here in 1716, and thanks to an act of Congress two years ago, the Coast Guard will man Boston Light indefinitely. Three men will share the duty, two weeks on and one week off, in a clockwork rotation.
Which is just fine with Boatswain’s Mate Alexander “Sandy” Booth, 40, the head lightkeeper who has served here almost two years.
“I like it out here,” he said. “It’s unique. Being out here, you’re basically a tour guide.” In a busy year, several thousand visitors may tour Little Brewster Island, although almost never in winter. “It’s nice talking to them. It breaks up the monotony too.”
Seaman Scott Gamble, who has been here 1 1/2 years and was born the year Booth entered the Coast Guard, said he also likes the solitary life. He knew when he graduated from high school in Pittsburgh, he said, that he did not want to go straight to college or flip burgers.
“My mom can’t believe I’m out here,” he said. “My personality changed so much. You just get laid back. Then, on my week off, I sleep maybe four hours the whole week.”
Booth and Gamble are carrying on centuries of tradition. The original Boston Light was erected when Massachusetts was an English colony and Boston was one of the busiest ports in the New World. Before then, ships were guided by bonfires on shore, but false lights lit by thieving “wreckers” occasionally lured boats onto the rocks, where they could be plundered.
The first lighthouse stood until 1776, when it was destroyed by British troops being pushed out of Boston by rebels at the start of the Revolution. It was rebuilt seven years later.
In 1789, when Congress met in its first session, lighthouses were among the first issues considered. Its ninth official act transferred the 10 lighthouses then in existence into federal hands and ordered construction of a new one at Cape Henry, Va.
Until 1939, lighthouses were operated by the Lighthouse Service, a civilian federal agency that was merged that year with the Life-Saving Service and the Revenue Cutter Service into the present-day Coast Guard. Before then, most lighthouses were operated by families, who endured isolation, hard work and savage storms.
As many as 1,200 lighthouses were thought to have been built along the nation’s ocean, river and lake coasts, including some private ones. About 800 are standing, according to preservationists, and as many as 500 are in operation, almost all by the Coast Guard.
Only Boston Light is not automated, spared anew in 1989 by an amendment sponsored by Sen. Edward M. Kennedy (D-Mass.), who likes to sail.
On this one-acre island today, isolation is punctuated by television, radio, telephone and regular shore leave, and technology has replaced most of the chores once required to keep a giant lamp burning whale-oil or kerosene all night. In fact, all Booth and Gamble really need to do is flip a switch twice a day, to turn the light on and off.
Boston Light looks much as it has since 1783, a massive white cone with granite walls eight feet thick at the base tapering to three feet at the top. Inside, 76 spiral stairs lead to the lens room, where there are two 1,000-watt General Electric bulbs.
A 12-sided glass lens concentrates light into beams of 1.8 million candlepower visible for 27 miles in clear weather. Because the lens stands 109 feet above sea level, the beams pass well above the island and are barely visible to bystanders.
The bulbs are fixed in place. The lens, with its 12 faces, rotates to produce the light’s characteristic 10-second intervals. Like all lighthouses, which use patterns of long and short flashes, Boston Light has a signature that can be found on mariners’ charts and is recognizable as its alone.
Boston Light stands at one end of Little Brewster, whose acre of rock and grass is about a mile from Hull, Mass. The saddle-shaped island has a hill at either end and a trough in the middle, where the ocean roars through in storms.
White wooden buildings topped by red shingles dot the island. Beside the light is an outbuilding that houses a diesel generator to back up the regular electric supply, plus the foghorn. Nearby is a rain shed, where fresh water is collected on the roof and stored in a giant cistern.
At the island’s other end is a boat shed, which doubles as a weight-lifting room, and the keepers’ two-story house, comfortable and well-heated with three bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, living room and office. Postcard pretty on the outside, the interior has that unmistakably casual air of a place where men live without women.
Boston Light is a “stag light” to which no women have ever been assigned. “That would be asking for trouble,” Gamble said. The Coast Guard could put an all-female crew here, Booth noted, but he said they might become a magnet for rowdies in motorboats.
The island’s other regular inhabitants include two dogs and a cat, who keep rats in check. A snowy owl dropped in Sunday morning, one of many birds visiting the treeless island.
The day starts early for one keeper because someone must take weather readings at 6 a.m. Collected every three hours through 6 p.m., they are relayed to the National Weather Service in Boston.
Well after sunrise, one keeper shuts off the main light, and sometime before dark, one turns it back on. Otherwise, the men carry out minor repairs and whatever housekeeping suits them. They eat when hungry, cooking food they bring from the mainland, and sleep when they feel like it.
In summer, they see many welcome visitors, organized tours and curious boaters. The keepers said they like the company and do not mind acting as tour guides. In nearly two years here, Booth said, he has had no serious trouble from the public. The Coast Guard does not officially issue them weapons, but both men made clear that they are ready for anything.
In good weather, they cut the grass, tend a flower and vegetable garden, go fishing and cook out. When there are no tours or Coast Guard brass around, the keepers generally dispense with uniforms, saluting and the formality of military life. Then the lighthouse seems like a firehouse where the bell never rings.
In winter, they read, play cribbage or cards and putter inside. They watch a lot of television — football, how-to shows on cooking and gardening and more football. With no cable television, selection is limited. Saturday’s popular fare was “Baywatch,” a lifeguard show set on a far warmer coast and featuring women in bikinis being rescued in shallow water.
As Christmas loomed, the keepers said they were trying to put it out of their minds. “My Christmas will be Saturday morning, when I get home,” Gamble said. “My parents are kind of, like, postponing it.”
Gamble, who is single, said he and Booth, a divorced father of two, will not do anything traditional on Christmas Day. “I’ll probably have a steak,” Gamble added.
Booth said they cooked a turkey dinner one Christmas. It was a lot of work, he said, and a lot of food for two guys. “You don’t worry about holidays out here,” he said. “The only holidays are the ones you’re off.”
                                                               –30–

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TIME, a century later

TIME: A century later

By Christopher B. Daly

For the past 100 years, TIME Magazine has endured challenges from television, internet, and social media to sustain its role as a weekly update on the world and its peoples. Having just celebrated its centennial anniversary this past year, the question remains about what may unfold next. If history provides any insight, it suggests that a substantial number of readers wanted – and still want – a regular, familiar source of news and criticism. As the widest circulating single news source of the pre-Internet era, Time is the epitome of “legacy media,” and understanding its legacy in the 20th century is essential for understanding what might come next.
About a century ago, the media landscape was much more localized. At the time, news came through newspapers, and people often read several papers a day. The newspaper, the first form of mass media, would report stories that ranged from election results to crime news to the baseball scores. As a print medium, newspapers were quick to produce but difficult to distribute over long distances. Most never traveled more than a few dozen miles from where they were printed. Most papers stuck to covering local news, maybe supplemented by dispatches from The Associated Press. Bigger papers could afford to cover their state capital, or even Washington.
In the 1920s, most magazines were published once or twice a month. And so, they covered issues of special interest, such as science, fashions, or literature, not the news. Some magazines, like the muckrakers, sometimes made news by calling attention to child labor or meat-packing. But no one considered the magazine, even a weekly, up to the job of keeping readers up to date on general news.
In the early 1920s, two young Yale graduates, Henry Luce and Briton Hadden, saw that as a business opening: what if a weekly magazine could muster up a national distribution system and present readers with timely information about national and international affairs, the arts, and business?
At first, they lacked the money to establish a sizable network of bureaus where staff correspondents could do a lot of original reporting. So, they fell back on a different strategy. They got a legal opinion pointing out that while the phrases and sentences in a newspaper were subject to copyright, the information in those stories was not. That meant that Luce and Hadden could “cover the world” by subscribing to a bundle of the best existing papers and doing an extensive re-write.
Rewrite they did. Luce and Hadden and a small corps of their friends initially did all the writing from a humble rented office in midtown Manhattan. Without original reporting, they jazzed up their pages with slangy, pseudo-scholarly language known as “Timespeak.” For example, a story about the president, Hadden backed into it with inverted syntax:
“Forth from the White House followed by innumerable attendants, Mr. and Mrs. Warren G. Harding set out . . .”
This would later by parodied by the New Yorker magazine thusly: “Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind!” Hadden also loved to invent adjectives, such as “eel-hipped” for a football running back. And he raided other languages, popularizing the ancient Greek word “kudos” and the Hindi term “pundit.”
Two critical issues remained: production and distribution. The answer to both issues lay in Chicago. While maintaining their editorial offices in Manhattan (except for a brief sojourn in Cleveland), Luce and Hadden contracted with the printing powerhouse R.R. Donnelly & Sons. The printers could get Time’s contents from New York, quickly print them on glossy paper, and use the vast rail network that ran through Chicago to get the magazine out to all forty-eight states. The last mile was covered by the existing army of mailmen.
They planned to underwrite their operations through a combination of subscriptions and advertising. They targeted residents of the heartland who they considered ill-served by the existing newspapers. From Dubuque to Duluth and lots of other places, the new magazine would give folks in smaller cities and towns the chance to be better informed – or, at least, to feel better informed.



Eventually, the magazine eventually survived, caught on, and thrived, becoming “must reading” in the worlds of business, politics, and the arts. Because it circulated so widely, Time was read from coast to coast, which meant that it reached every congressional district. By the 1960s, President Kennedy was so obsessed with Time’s coverage that he had mock-ups dropped off early at the White House.
Part of Time’s appeal, at least to investors, was Luce’s promise that it would have no editorial page and no political agenda. Thus, it enjoyed a degree of credibility among members of both major parties, and in the 1950s, it thrived in an era of broad political consensus. And yet, while Time had no editorial page, it didn’t avoid political opinion. Rather, Luce wanted to give readers not just the news but a way of thinking about the news.
Consider, for example, its coverage of Chinese politics during the 1930s and ’40s. A leader in the “China lobby,” Luce became enamored of the Chinese Nationalist leader Chiang Kai-shek, to the point where he repeatedly placed Chiang on the cover of Time and fawned over him in print. Luce had said he wanted to cover the news objectively, but instead, actually misled U.S. readers into thinking that the Nationalists would prevail over the Communists. When Mao Tse-Tung came to power in 1949, Time readers were shocked.
Indeed, Luce derided the very idea of objectivity that many journalists heralded. “Show me a man who thinks he’s objective, and I’ll show you a man who’s deceiving himself,” he once said. Clearly, Luce was offering readers more than facts; he was selling his judgment (or his spin) on those facts.
Hadden died an untimely death from a strep infection at the start of 1929, and Luce emerged as the biggest stockholder in the company they had founded. Luce then pursued a new magazine venture, Fortune, which would cover “the dignity and the beauty, the smartness and excitement of modern industry.”
Flush with money, Luce had the resources and judgment to hire top talent for Fortune. He enlisted the critic Dwight Macdonald and the poet Archibald MacLeish as writers, and he hired Margaret Bourke-White as the magazine’s lead photographer. The glossy, handsome monthly cost a hefty dollar a copy (that is, $18 by 2023 standards). Launched during the Depression, Fortune struggled to sell its vision of prosperity to struggling Americans, but survived in part because of its use of photography by people like Bourke-White who captured high-impact pictures of tractors, meat-packing, and architecture.


Luce made photography even more central to his next venture: LIFE magazine, which revolutionized American news media by elevating photos from an afterthought intended to illustrate stories written by writers into a dramatic new form of story-telling in which photos would tell the story with minimal use of words to provide captions and credits.
Such an experiment offered a fundamentally different way of presenting the news. No more would the news be accompanied by a blurry half-tone image of a dignitary or ball-player. In the pages of LIFE, photographers and editors pioneered new layouts to showcase the “photo essay.” Topics that were not particularly newsworthy could now be presented in a memorable visual way. W. Eugene Smith pioneered the form with photo essays about the process of giving birth and the life of a rural nurse-midwife. These were not news, but they sure were interesting.


Until his retirement in 1964 and his death three years later, Henry Luce ran the Time-Life empire as a media mogul with few rivals in U.S. history – ranking with William Randolph Hearst, the Sulzberger family, and perhaps Rupert Murdoch. In 1972, change caught up with one of his titles, as Life magazine went out of business as readers opted for television images over photography. Luce’s other titles have endured, although like all legacy media, they no longer dominate the media landscape and they are fighting a rearguard battle against digital upstarts.

Christopher B. Daly is a professor emeritus of journalism at Boston University. He is at work on a new history of American journalism focusing on the role of U.S. newsrooms in launching and incubating careers in literature and the visual arts.




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The Rise and Fall of BuzzFeed News

[ADAPTED FROM MY BOOK COVERING AMERICA, chap 15.]

 

REVOLUTIONS AND EVOLUTIONS

How is it that, without a printing press or a broadcast pipe, by sharing something with a few friends, I can reach millions of people?
–Jonah Peretti


Following the lead of pioneers like Arianna Huffington, more and more digital natives began creating new sites for journalism online. One of the most successful was Jonah Peretti, a restless, curious young man from California. Born in Oakland in 1974, Peretti applied himself to one of the central issues involved in putting journalism online: what kind of news do people want to share with their friends?
After graduating from the University of California-Santa Cruz in 1996, he taught school for a few years in New Orleans, then entered the celebrated graduate program at the MIT Media Lab, an institution devoted to disrupting old media. One day in 2001, while he was supposed to be working on his master’s thesis about learning and technology, he was surfing the internet and noticed a marketing campaign by Nike. The sportswear giant was conducting a promotion – called Nike iD – that invited customers to personalize a pair of shoes with a slogan of their own printed on them. Peretti, a self-described “smart-ass” seeking to mock the company for its Third World labor practices, tried to customize his Nike shoes with the word SWEATSHOP. Nike balked and sent him an email of bureaucratic mush suggesting that his request was “inappropriate.” Peretti persisted.

Dear NIKE iD,
Thank you for your quick response to my inquiry about my custom ZOOM XC USA running shoes. Although I commend you for your prompt customer service, I disagree with the claim that my personal iD was inappropriate slang. After consulting Webster’s Dictionary, I discovered that “sweatshop” is in fact part of standard English, and not slang. The word means: “a shop or factory in which workers are employed for long hours at low wages and under unhealthy conditions” and its origin dates from 1892. So my personal iD does meet the criteria detailed in your first email. Your web site advertises that the NIKE iD program is “about freedom to choose and freedom to express who you are.” I share Nike’s love of freedom and personal expression. The site also says that “If you want it done right . . . build it yourself.” I was thrilled to be able to build my own shoes, and my personal iD was offered as a small token of appreciation for the sweatshop workers poised to help me realize my vision. I hope that you will value my freedom of expression and reconsider your decision to reject my order.
Thank you, Jonah Peretti

The email chain lengthened. Then, Peretti sent the corporate emails from Nike to some friends. One of the friends posted the email chain on his website. People noticed. Click. Click. Share. Click-share-click-share-chickshareclickshareclick . . . Suddenly, Peretti was present at the creation of one of the first episodes of something “going viral” on the internet. Fascinated, he had found his life’s work.
From MIT, Peretti went to New York City and joined a startup called the Eyebeam art and technology center. He devoted his attention to the phenomenon of “contagious media” – those things that people find online that they not only enjoy but also pass along to their own networks. Peretti wanted to master the new art of causing cascades through networks. He devoted his energy to something he called the “Bored at Work Network” – all those alienated office workers worldwide who had time to kill during the workday while staring at their desktop computers and trying to look busy. Based on his experience, Peretti distilled in emerging philosophy in a manifesto he called “Notes on Contagious Media.” It consisted of 23 numbered paragraphs, each of which makes an assertion about the nature of viral content. Several key passages:

5 Contagious media is best understood from a social perspective. It does not matter if it is an email, a movie, or a game. What matters is how it diffuses virally through human-powered networks.

9 Contagious media is defined by its audience, not its author. The audience decides if a particular project is art, activism, or entertainment. The audience decides if the project reaches 10 people or 10 million people. The audience is the network and the critic.

13 To be successful, contagious media projects must be explainable in one sentence or less: “A phone line for rejecting unwanted suitors”; “A site to rate people based on if they are hot or not” . . . If you need more than a sentence to describe a project, you should probably not bother.

Tall and thin, Peretti could usually be seen wearing “smart-looking” glasses and carrying himself with an air of ironic amusement. A casual but intentional dresser, he projected an image of curated dishevelment. He conveyed the sense that he is not just interacting with people but also simultaneously processing the metadata about the interaction. Indeed, he started to see people – especially people in networks – as objects of study. Even before there was a Facebook or a YouTube, Peretti was working on the networking – or social – dimension of the internet. “I started to just try to understand, how does this stuff work? How is it that, without a printing press or a broadcast pipe, by sharing something with a few friends, I can reach millions of people?”

That very question lay at the heart of the new challenges facing everyone involved in journalism. Starting about 2005, the environment for practicing journalism changed again, forcing every species of journalist to adapt or face extinction. The conditions of journalism evolved in directions that shaped both sides of the enterprise – gathering the news and disseminating the news. There were four key developments:
–the spread of high-speed, broadband internet connections, which in turn enabled the use of video and the practice of two-way interactivity.
–the emergence of new platforms, including tablets and smartphones, which in turn contributed to a world in which digital media became ubiquitous, commanding more attention in many Americans’ lives than the physical world.
–the explosion of social media, which not only brought many people together with “friends” new and old, but also created the networks that make it possible for catchy or powerful stories to “go viral.”
–the arrival of “metrics” – the new data that allow journalists to measure, track, and count every story, video, and photo – in a trend that has given new urgency to the old question of journalism’s purpose: is it to entertain or to inform, or some combination of both?

Taken together, those four changes – broadband, platforms, social media, and metrics – transformed the ecology of journalism by the second decade of the twenty-first century. In just a few years, those powerful trends began to drive change throughout the environment for news, challenging the legacy media and helping to give rise to a host of innovative new “native” digital media. The choices people made in the new environment would determine the future of news. For users, many of those choices were driven by boredom, curiosity, or profits. For journalists, many of those choices were existential. The new ecology of journalism put more distance than ever between the emerging media and the traditional forms of printed newspapers and magazines, terrestrial radio, and broadcast television. News became ever more instantaneous, continuous, and out of anyone’s control. For more and more users, more and more often, news arrived unbidden – coming from a friend on Facebook, or from a provocative source on Twitter, or from a stranger who had paid to reach them via phone, tablet, or some other platform.

* * *

In this changed environment, journalists faced a paradox. On the one hand, most of the institutions of journalism, especially those “legacy” operations with a pre-digital past, were struggling or dying. In the early twenty-first century, Americans deserted the newspaper in droves, declining to renew subscriptions to printed papers, leaving many small and mid-sized newspapers devastated. People told pollsters that they did not trust the news media. Newspapers (and even some digital sites) shrank, closed, merged, or got swallowed up into larger entities. Local television news declined in ambition and reach, relying more and more on news provided to them by government agencies – weather, traffic, and crime. As for radio, with the notable exception of National Public Radio and the occasional all-news format AM station, the news on radio barely existed any more.
On the other hand, most of the practices of journalism, especially those created in recent years specifically for the internet, were flourishing. In the early 21st century, journalists found more and better tools for everything they wanted to do, from drone-based cameras to video-editing software – all requiring new skills. “Digital native” sites grew and started offering serious salaries and even employee benefits. Upstart online-only news outlets like ProPublica began winning Pulitzer Prizes. Even as newspapers, magazines, and broadcasters continued to retrench, individual journalists and some of the start-up news sites were doing admirable work. The digital pioneer Esther Dyson observed: “There’s a holy church of journalism, which isn’t doing that well. But there is, if you like, the faith, or the religion of journalism, which is searching for the truth. That still exists and it will persist.” Individual churches might collapse or move, but the faith will survive.


* * *
The fundamental fact facing almost all legacy news media was this: the news media became dependent on money from advertising, and now that money has gone away. A corollary: When ads were plentiful, consumers of news got used to paying much less than the full cost of gathering and editing all that news, and now they must face up to whether they want to pay the real price. Even while the overall economy was recovering from the Great Recession that began in 2008, total newspaper advertising revenue continued to evaporate. In retrospect, it appeared that peak revenue for newspapers occurred sometime in 2005 and 2006. In those years, total ad revenue was just below $50 billion – of which about 95 percent came from the traditional source of advertisers paying to buy space in the newspapers’ printed editions. That was it – the all-time high-water mark for a business model that had really gotten going in the 1830s. By 2016, total revenue for the newspaper industry was just under $20 billion – a drop of about 60 percent from a decade earlier. The bulk of that smaller advertising pie still came from print ad sales – which constituted about 82 percent of the total. At the same time, digital ad sales were rising, but from a very low starting point and at a slow pace. Digital ads contributed a bigger proportion of total revenues not because they were growing but because they were not shrinking.
Not surprisingly, the size of the newsroom workforce in the nation’s newspapers fell relentlessly in the same decade. From a recent peak in 2006 of 55,000 reporters and editors, the ranks of newspaper journalists plunged to fewer than 33,000 ten years later. In other words, employment contracted by about one-third, and about 22,000 newsroom jobs vanished. Some of the lost newsroom positions were made up elsewhere – at new digital ventures and in some expansion at NPR and some television stations. But many of those old jobs simply ceased to exist, which caused a decade of painful layoffs, buy-outs, and firings. It also further weakened those newspapers’ capacity to hold powerful people accountable, as they had to cut the size of their city hall and state house bureaus and pull back from expensive undertakings like covering war, corporate mischief, international news, and investigations.
All the retrenchment and misery in the legacy media was somewhat offset by gains in the money coming to newspapers from the other traditional revenue stream: circulation – that is, charging readers money for the right to read. After years of expecting news on the Web to be free, readers eventually began to decide that all that content might actually be worth paying for. Slowly, credit cards came out and digital subscription rates began to rise.

* * *

While the legacy news media were struggling, the digital natives were proliferating. They had no printing presses that needed ink. They owned no fleets of delivery trucks that needed diesel fuel. They did not need access to cable television. They owed nobody any pension benefits and often did not fund anybody’s health care, either. And they almost never had stockholders looking for regular and growing dividends. Thus, the digital news sites could survive on a comparative trickle of revenue. They had, in short, the right metabolism for the new ecology. They did not do “process” stories (BILL ADVANCES TO NEXT COMMITTEE) or stories “for the record” (THAI PRIME MINISTER ENDURES). Especially during the Obama years, a second generation of digital natives not only succeeded in journalism but also thrived. Like Arianna Huffington, most of them did not come from a hard-news journalism background. Instead of boasting about the newspapers they used to work for, the digital natives talked about generating buzz, churning their metrics, and “winning the internet.” Huffington and the rest of the new generation brought a new sensibility to journalism – restless, irreverent, ferociously fast. Their sites were buzzy and visual and, above all, social, featuring irresistible headlines – known as “clickbait” – that just begged to be shared on social networks. In a war of all against all, they competed at the level of the individual story, slideshow, and headline to gain currency in the new “attention economy.” That approach explained much of the growth of the Huffington Post, which grew from a vanity project to a giant news-and-opinion source, as well as the rise of BuzzFeed, Breitbart, Mashable, Vice, Jezebel, The Undefeated, and many others.

NEW YORK, NY – APRIL 29: Jonah Peretti of Buzzfeed speaks onstage at the TechCrunch Disrupt NY 2013 at The Manhattan Center on April 29, 2013 in New York City. (Photo by Brian Ach/Getty Images for TechCrunch)

While HuffPo was surging to the front, one of its founders, Jonah Peretti, was already losing interest. What he wanted to know was not what’s new but what’s viral. To Peretti, that question was more compelling than building the HuffPo brand. Despite the excitement of participating in Arianna Huffington’s widely watched startup in lower Manhattan, Peretti was soon bored at work, so in November 2006 he began devoting one day a week to a side project that he called BuzzFeed.
Initially, Peretti thought of it as a new, “internet popularity contest,” and the challenge was to see how many people he could reach and, later, how many of them he could connect to each other in a new, shifting network. In the old days of analog things, a newspaper entered a home or an apartment, and it was an inert object. One or several people read it, and they might comment to each other about an item or two. End of story. The newspaper’s customers were linked to the central node but not to each other. Same with radio and television. They all operated networks, but they were one-directional, sending information and images from a central node to isolated customers. In that one-to-many model, the audience could almost never send a message back to the central source. And audience members could almost never find each other – unless they met in a bar or some other public space and the talk happened to turn to the news.

In the early days at BuzzFeed, Peretti struggled to help the site evolve and adapt to the digital environment. It looked much easier in retrospect than it did as a startup. One issue was video. How could it be optimized for smartphones? How could videos be shared? Could a BuzzFeed video play directly on a platform like Facebook, or would a viewer always have to follow a link back to BuzzFeed’s home page? Another issue was the problem of the ubiquitous (and annoying) banner ad. They were bad enough on a desktop or a laptop, but they did not translate well to the much smaller screens of mobile phones. Like everyone else, Peretti was stumped. Eventually, he turned away from banner ads altogether as artifacts of the print era. Since the days when Macy’s and Gimbel’s had bought full-page ads in the New York World, displaying text and images to sell things had gone unquestioned. Now, Peretti decided that they were so annoying to users that they were not worth the money. All the while, he was devoting more and more time to BuzzFeed, shifting from one day a week to four. When HuffPo sold in 2011, he devoted his full time and energy to BuzzFeed.
Eventually, Peretti and the team at BuzzFeed began to see the possibilities in journalism. News was something that, under the right circumstances, people wanted to share on their own networks. When Peretti and his team started noticing that people were posting more and more news articles on Facebook or linking more news stories on Twitter, they realized that journalism could be just as share-able as K-pop dance videos.


At BuzzFeed, reporting was not an end in itself; reporting was useful so long as it advanced the company’s overarching goal – to get its content shared around the world and across platforms. The goal, Peretti has said many times, is for BuzzFeed to be global, social, and mobile. That is, he wanted to get the most out of the inherent advantage of the internet, which is free, frictionless distribution. He wanted to capitalize on social media, which enabled users to distribute BuzzFeed content far beyond the reach it would have otherwise. Above all, he wanted BuzzFeed content to be designed with mobile devices in mind, so that it would load well and look good on the world’s billions of smartphones.
Another key to BuzzFeed’s success was a new attitude toward advertising. When Peretti turned his back on display ads, the question was how to replace them. One method could be subscriptions, but curtailing access to the site would undercut the goal of going viral and goading users to distribute BuzzFeed content as widely as possible. The answer that Peretti and his team hit upon was a version of native advertising. Some legacy news organizations were also using native advertising, but they do so reluctantly, afraid that it represents a breach in the traditional wall separating “church and state” within news organizations. Peretti is something of an agnostic. As he put it:

I agree wholeheartedly that church and state is really important. The thing I don’t like about the church/state division, as someone who sits above the divide, is that it can lead to a two-tiered system where the journalists are seen as the whole purpose and greatness of everything, and that the people in advertising are seen as a necessary evil. . .

Instead, Peretti embraced native advertising, to the point where there was no separation between ads and stories. Many ads were simply transformed editorially into a quiz or a personality test that just happens to feature brand names. Thus, “Can You Shop at IKEA Without Blowing Your Budget?” or “How Well Do You Know Your Sephora Prices?”
Less visible than ads or content but perhaps more important, BuzzFeed’s true advantage was its use of data. BuzzFeed was just as concerned about the incoming data as the outgoing data. Like everyone else in the news media, BuzzFeed has a home page, and many readers go there to find stories. Like some companies, BuzzFeed also has its own apps that facilitate finding its content on mobile devices. And like very few other companies, BuzzFeed takes advantage of social media to develop a “distributed model” in which many people encounter BuzzFeed content by finding a single story shared on their social network, even if they never visit the BuzzFeed homepage. All the while, data flows back to BuzzFeed about who is sharing what, and why. The goal at BuzzFeed is to learn something every time content is shared, which is not a priority (or even a possibility) at many legacy news media. Peretti is an evangelist for iterative thinking: try something and learn from it.


Ultimately, the point of “buzz” was to learn how to get better at generating buzz. In one case, the results were dramatic. In February 2015, a blogpost appeared on Tumblr showing a dress made of material in two colors. A BuzzFeed editor who monitors Tumblr noticed that there was a lot of traffic around the dress. Some people saw it as black and blue; others saw it as white and gold. BuzzFeed posted a simple poll on the evening of February 26, inviting readers to judge the colors for themselves. The result was an episode in the madness of crowds. The number of concurrent visitors to the BuzzFeed site peaked at 673,000. Twitter exploded too. At its height, the hashtag “TheDress” appeared in 11,000 tweets per minute, and it soon turned into a bonafide global phenomenon. The Washington Post called it “the drama that divided a planet.” Was any of this journalism? Hard to say, but it seems likely that publishers of popular newspapers like Benjamin Day or Joseph Pulitzer would have appreciated it, even while most of the journalistic establishment either snickered or ignored it.


Buzzfeed was described as an “insane morphing rocket ship” and as “the most important news organization in the world.” On the other hand, it was condemned as “the single biggest threat to journalism ever created.” It was never intended to provide a one-stop comprehensive accounting of the world’s doings. In that sense, BuzzFeed is not really in the big-time news business. But it is important to understand that Peretti is not a zany and irresponsible imitator of a serious journalist.


It was not the case that he was trying to make BuzzFeed into the New York Times and failing at it. Like Pulitzer, Luce, or Ted Turner before him, he was trying to reimagine the definition of news and reinvent the mechanism for delivering it. On his own terms, he was, for a time, a raging success. A few years ago, BuzzFeed had 7 billion monthly global views of its content, more than 200 million monthly visitors to its website, more than 90 million unique monthly visitors from outside the United States, about 1,500 employees worldwide (mostly in New York and Los Angeles), and a growing number of bureaus around the world. At the same time, it must be noted that BuzzFeed news did not serve any particular locality or try to keep any state or local government honest.


Instead, the goal was long-term sustainability. After losing money for many years running, BuzzFeed began turning a profit in 2013. It is not a publicly traded company, so details are not easy to come by. According to one estimate, the company’s annual ad revenue was about $100 million, which is not much by the standards of big media. Nevertheless, BuzzFeed was on a growth trajectory that made it very attractive to investors. In the summer of 2015, the old-media company Comcast bought a stake in BuzzFeed that lifted its estimated value to $1.5 billion. That should have made BuzzFeed news sustainable for a while. . . .



p.s. I wrote that in 2017, and I was proven wrong just six years later. This may be why historians should stick to the past and leave the future to others.


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ALL RIGHTS FOR ALL!

Antebellum Ideologies of Liberation

By Christopher B. Daly

March 25, 2022 / Boston University

INTRO

In this essay, I will be presenting some highlights from a new book I am working on, called The Democratic Art. That book is an exploration of how, between the 1840s and the end of WWII, the newsrooms of America served as ports of entry and incubators for many major figures in American literature and the visual arts.

Today, I want to focus is on three bold figures active before the Civil War: Margaret Fuller, Walt Whitman, and Frederick Douglass.

All three were successors to the Founding generation. All three were journalists. All three helped formulate a sweeping new agenda for social justice.

In brief, the Founders had engaged in a rights revolution that we might call “leveling down.” That is, among the goals articulated in their pamphlets, in the Declaration, and in the Constitution were some truly revolutionary changes to British society: no monarchy, no hereditary aristocracy, no primogeniture. We might think of that bundle of changes as “topping” the upper reaches of society. That is: rank, titles, and power would all be capped. The result (for propertied white males at least) would be a society whose upper ranks would be relatively broad and much less steep than the upper ranks of British society.

After the Revolution, however, it is important to note that the lower ranks of American society remained at least as unequal as those in Britain.

–Indentured servitude was widespread.

–Women and girls were treated as appurtenances of males.

–The population of enslaved chattel was subject to routine brutality.

So, while the American Revolution deserves its place in the history of liberating individuals and making society, as a whole, somewhat less unequal, much remained to be done.

         Between 1845 and 1855, a cohort of loosely connected allies radically widened the agenda for freedoms. Freedoms that were personal, intimate, and innate. This trio of journalist-activists demanded nothing less than an end to sexism, homophobia, and racism.

Margaret Fuller, Walt Whitman, and Frederick Douglass emerged to me as heroes. In their writings, they all pointed the way to a fairer and freer world. Fuller battled sexism; Douglass battled racism; Whitman, in his way, battled homophobia. They raised their voices to promote the idea that each individual matters and that each individual has an equal right to self-determination. Like leaves of grass, none are taller, better, or more important. But also like leaves of grass, none are lesser, inferior, or unimportant.

In their time, Fuller, Douglass, and Whitman took republican democracy as a starting point and envisioned a leveling in an upward social direction – no more enslaved people, no more second-class citizens. All are one. All are not identical, but all are equal in worth and dignity.

FULLER

First, Fuller. Born in 1810, Margaret Fuller was the oldest child of Timothy Fuller, a prosperous lawyer and member of Congress representing Cambridge, Massachusetts. He poured all his talents and energy into educating Margaret, up to the point where the boys her age were preparing to enter Harvard and other colleges. But with no college in America accepting girls at the time, Margaret faced a closed door. She tried many stratagems to keep pace with the men her age – beginning with teaching.

At the time, a paradox defined the status of most women. They were supposed to live up to two conflicting ideals.

After thinking about her own situation and ransacking the pages of classic and contemporary literature, Fuller put forth a bold agenda. In her 1845 book Woman in the Nineteenth Century, she took up the question her own life presented: why are women treated so poorly?

On the one hand, women, especially middle- and upper-class women, were considered delicate flowers who needed to be sheltered from the filth and strife of activities like business, the military, and politics. They were expected to be virgins until marriage. After that, they were expected to become the center of the home, where they would provide moral uplift and basic education to a large number of children.

At the same time, women, especially working-class and poor women, were also considered beasts of burden who should cook, clean, wash, nurse, and meet the needs of others all the livelong day and well into the night. They were seen by men as sturdy, dirty, and flirty. In almost no case did men consider it worthwhile to educate girls; they were too often seen as ruled by feminine “sensibility” (emotions) and not by manly “sense” (reason).

Education would be wasted on girls. Even worse, it might leave them discontented with their lot in life.

In her Woman in the Nineteenth Century, Fuller raised key questions: Why should men exercise a power that amounts to legal conservatorship over women? Why should women be relegated to the status of children or mental defectives?

Fuller advanced two remarkable arguments. First, she argued, men and women are not opposites, and one sex is not superior to the other. Indeed, she said the evidence suggests that men and women are complementary and that the elements of the gender extremes are usually present in everyone, to varying degrees. Thus, she continued, most men are “womanly” to some extent, and most women are “manly” to some extent.

In other words, everyone is a mixed case of attributes. Since the sexes are not fixed at opposite poles, there is no basis for saying that one sex is suited only for certain activities —  and therefore no basis for denying members of either sex the opportunity to find out what they are good at. Not everyone will be equally adept at all things, but we will never know if we don’t let individuals find out for themselves. Of course, it stands to reason, then, that girls should be educated alongside boys. Given a chance, she wrote, there was nothing that women could not do. In a famous formulation, she wrote: “Let them be sea-captains if they like!”

WHITMAN

         Next, Whitman. Born in 1819 into a downwardly mobile family in Brooklyn, young Walt went to school for a few years, then began to learn the printer’s trade. Like many bright boys with nimble fingers, he started by learning to set type, working at New York City’s growing roster of newspapers, magazines, and book publishers.

         Throughout much of the 1840s, while he was in his 20s, Whitman was composing his poetic masterpiece, Leaves of Grass, first published in 1855. During that drafting period, we know that he was reading Fuller and Douglass.

Walt Whitman, detail from the frontspiece to the 1855 edition. Engraving by Hollyer.

We also know that Walt Whitman loved men.[i] Of that there is no doubt. But almost every other aspect of Whitman’s sexual life is shrouded in mystery, red herrings, misconceptions, hints and rumors, claims and counter-claims, along with outright fabrications. We also know for sure that Whitman never married.

Of course, the text can be considered separate from the man. But I believe that when an author declares again and again that his main poetic purpose is to compose and sing songs of himself, then we cannot help but ask: OK, poet, just who are you anyway?

For Whitman, in matters of love and sex, the stakes were very high – both for his actions and for his words. During Whitman’s lifetime, it was illegal in New York state for a man to have sex with another man. Moreover, as Whitman well knew, a sizable portion of the population considered sexual acts between men repugnant. Indeed, the very terms “gay” and “homosexual” as we understand them were not part of the nineteenth century American consciousness or vocabulary. So, in trying to reveal himself as a man who loved men, Whitman had to be somewhat circumspect.

By his own accounts, he knew quite a few men intimately. In New York, he was a frequent rider of the horse-drawn omnibuses, even when he had no particular place to go, just so he could meet the drivers. He knew all the bus teamsters and spent a lot of time with them – “not only for comradeship, and sometimes affection.”

Looking back years later, Whitman added: “I suppose the critics will laugh heartily, but the influence of those Broadway omnibus jaunts and drivers and declamations and escapades undoubtedly entered into the gestation of Leaves of Grass.”

In his debut edition of Leaves of Grass in 1855, Whitman downplayed the homoerotic elements of his life and poetry. It was not until the 1860 edition that he dared to include the “Calamus” cluster of poems, which are replete with phallic imagery and passionate promises to one or more male lovers.

In an essay on the bicentennial of Whitman’s birth in 1819, the author and critic Jeremy Lybarger argued that Whitman’s homosexuality was key to his development as a poet: 

. . . The Whitman who remains most central to whatever has become of the “American experiment” is the poet who cruised the streets of New York, who skinny-dipped with rough trade, who caroused in pick-up bars and lowdown dives, who ministered to the bodies of young soldiers, who loafed with boys in the fields and backwoods of a perpetual frontier.

In the end, with such a sparse record about the sex life of such a complex character, there may be no simple answer to Whitman’s sexuality and its consequences. But I think that, as always, Whitman was himself pointing us to an answer.

Even considering the standards of literary decorum and good taste in the Victorian era, Leaves of Grass was quite daring about sex. Whitman was actually quite frank and even bold.

Throughout, he not only praises sexuality in general. He not only hails the bodies (and body parts) of both the male and the female. He also leaves behind flags and emblems telling readers that he himself is not only heterosexual, he’s also homosexual, pansexual, and sometimes beyond-sexual. Whitman gives us the sense that if he could, he would make love to the whole world – one by one, or all at once! This attitude underlies his pervasive sense of solidarity with all people. Like Fuller and Douglass, Whitman resisted all invidious distinctions, declaring, for example, that “I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man.”

Just a peek into his vast masterpiece:

The section we now know as “I Sing the Body Electric” is a chant for equality – between the sexes, between the races, between the slave and the free. Whitman says we all have these amazing bodies; that alone makes us equal. He shares with readers a glimpse of his “loveflesh swelling and deliciously aching / Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous . . .  / quivering jelly of love”

For all his frankness, though, Whitman could not possibly have written an explicit manifesto for gay rights in the midst of the Victorian era. Given that same-sex sex was widely considered a sin or a crime or both, he was boldly telling the world to think anew.

DOUGLASS

         Finally, Douglass. Born into slavery, likely in 1818, Douglass essentially taught himself to read and write – skills forbidden to almost all enslaved people. At age 20, he liberated himself from enslavement in Maryland and made his way north. He joined the organized abolition movement, becoming a popular paid speaker bearing witness to the horrors he knew from his upbringing. When he tired of telling his story over and over again, he decided to write it down. The result was his great Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, the first of three autobiographies he would write. He published it in 1845 – the same year Fuller published Woman in the 19th Century.

Naturally, Douglass was a fierce opponent of slavery. But it’s worth noting what kind of opponent he was. Douglass was a radical abolitionist. That meant several concrete things:

Fronstpiece from Douglass’s 1851 Narrative
  • He demanded immediate emancipation (no gradualism; no compensation)
  • He demanded full equal rights (no colonization or return to Africa)

In 1847, he became a “movement journalist” – publisher, editor, and writer of the North Star, a weekly abolitionist newspaper in Rochester, New York.

In 1848, he traveled to nearby Seneca Falls to take part in the first convention devoted to women’s rights, inspired in part by Margaret Fuller’s book of three years earlier. Douglass was not the only man at the gathering, but he was the only Black delegate.

Douglass remained a steadfast, public supporter of women’s rights for the rest of his life as well as a personal friend to Anthony and other suffragists.

CONCLUSION

         To bring this all to a point.

In 1851, Douglass merged his North Star with another paper and brought forth a new publication, which he candidly titled Frederick Douglass’ Paper. For that new newspaper, he also rolled out a new motto:

                  ALL RIGHTS FOR ALL.

Hear that:

                  ALL RIGHTS FOR ALL.

There, in four words, Douglass encapsulated the most expansive social-justice agenda possible. Taken literally, it would mean an end not just to slavery but also to racism, sexism, homophobia, and all other forms of oppression. It could serve as the rallying cry for all the progressive movements that were to come.

Together, then, Fuller, Whitman, and Douglass had laid out a broad challenge: it was not enough to lower the top end of society. It was just as urgent to raise up the bottom.

All rights for all.

All are not identical, but all are equal in worth and dignity. This was one of the main meanings of Whitman’s notion of “leaves of grass.” Society should be broad; it should be diverse; but none should tower over others. None should be permanently subjugated. None should be despised for being themselves.

Together, those three antebellum radical journalists outlined an agenda of personal liberation that we are still working to fully realize.

That was – and is – the great project. All Rights for All.


[i] This discussion of Whitman’s sexuality draws on a large and growing body of scholarly and critical work that has emerged in tandem with the modern gay rights movement. For about a century, the subject little attention – either because scholars and critics considered it taboo or because they found that Whitman’s expressions of love for men, while exuberant, fell within the nineteenth-century understanding of same-sex affections. Beginning in the mid-twentieth century, discussions of Whitman’s sexuality have become more numerous and more frank. Throughout this section, I draw on works by David S. Reynolds, Justin Kaplan, Jerome Loving, Hugh Ryan, Ed Folsom, Ted Genoways, Betsy Erkkila, Martin Murray, and others.

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Ukraine’s leader, a Capra-style hero, is winning support by using a key American tactic from WWII

Demonstrators watch an address by Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky on the big screen during a rally in support of Ukraine in Tbilisi, Georgia, on March 4. (Vano Shlamov/AFP/Getty Images)

[Originally published in The Washington Post, “Made by History,” March 10, 2022]

By Christopher B. Daly

As the latest land war in Europe grinds on in Ukraine, the fighting extends well beyond the military combat on the ground. Both sides are also waging a propaganda war — an old tactic updated with an array of new weapons and techniques.

Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky has emerged as a master communicator, using social media platforms to bypass Russian censorship and communicate to the Ukrainian people. In his Instagram and Twitter posts and videos, he has outwitted Russia’s president, Vladimir Putin, and managed to capture the world’s attention with his direct and honest messaging — a feat in an age of snark and fakery. In this way, Zelensky has succeeded in showing the world that Ukraine — far from being a lost colony welcomed back to Mother Russia — is the victim of a war of aggression that was unprovoked and has been, so far, unsuccessful. In doing so, he is building on a wartime playbook advanced by the United States and other countries during World War II: mobilizing new communications technology as a weapon of war.

U.S. wartime propaganda from World War II played an important role in training troops, enhancing civilian morale and raising money for the war effort. Consider, for example, the famous series “Why We Fight,” created by Hollywood in the service of the U.S. War Department and directed by Frank Capra, the renowned creator of such beloved and sentimental American movie classics as “Mr. Smith Goes to Washington” and “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

Capra, an Italian immigrant and U.S. Army veteran who served during World War I, viewed Nazi leader Adolf Hitler as a unique global threat. Hitler’s primary propagandist was Leni Riefenstahl, a filmmaker. Understanding the power of film to persuade and evoke emotions, Capra was particularly worried about the effectiveness of Riefenstahl’s propaganda. Plus, he watched as wartime rationing sidelined most Hollywood production, sapping the American film industry of its own potential to persuade.

Capra and others in the film industry pushed the White House to mobilize Hollywood talent just as the government had mobilized other American industries, including car and textile production, in support of the war effort. American film, Capra said, could effectively counter Nazi messaging, and the impact could be as important as the building of fighter planes or production of military uniforms.

The idea, embraced enthusiastically by President Franklin D. Roosevelt and his military chief of staff, George C. Marshall, was that such films could explain to recruits why they were being asked to go and fight in far-off lands. At first, the “Why We Fight” series was meant to be shown just in Army boot camps, but when Roosevelt screened an early entry in the series, he was so impressed that he ordered the government to pay for the rights to screen the films in free showings for all American moviegoers.

What was Capra’s message?

In “The Battle of Russia,” Capra drove home the theme that the Nazi assault on Russia was uniquely barbaric for two reasons: First, it was unprovoked. Second, it involved the dreadful tactic of laying siege to major cities and shelling civilian populations.

On an emotional level, the film made the case that the Russians were a stalwart people and that the United States could count on them as allies. Capra showed individual Russians in close-ups, including babushkas digging trenches and factory workers making munitions, and he showed civilians, including children, dying from indiscriminate shelling. He even showed a still image of a dead elephant at the Leningrad Zoo, killed by German bombs. In an eerie echo, the current Russian shelling of civilian areas in Ukraine led to reports about the trauma inflicted on the elephant in Kyiv’s zoo. (The animal was still alive at press time.)

By contrast, Capra depicted the Germans as faceless aggressors, shown only from behind or in groups. Through Capra’s lens, these German armies violated all standards of decency by reviving a medieval tactic of siege and engaging in bombing campaigns that killed innocent civilians. His most insistent indictment of the Nazi attackers was the shelling of noncombatants. Using actual footage supplied by the Soviet Red Army, Capra showed bombs falling night and day, followed by close-ups of dead men, women and children.

In Capra’s eyes in the 1940s films of “Why We Fight,” the Russians were to be admired for their determination to endure the brutal siege.

Today, the filmmaker would surely have cast the Ukrainian people in that heroic role, while the Russian army and its leader would be the brutal aggressors. In Ukraine, Zelensky — a figure straight out of a Capra movie, having been plucked from obscurity and thrust into a heroic role — is rallying his compatriots to stand firm. Meanwhile, Putin is playing the villainous role of the Hitler figure, launching a criminal assault on women and children. In one of the great ironies of European history, the Russians have effectively traded places with the Germans of World War II, by launching a ground war against a neighbor and using the brutal tactic of raining artillery down indiscriminately among civilians.

No one knows this better than the Russians, who endured the brutal German siege of Leningrad (now known as St. Petersburg) as well as Moscow, Stalingrad and other cities. Putin, as a native of Leningrad, probably heard horror stories about the siege that his family endured, so he should know even better than most about the suffering of civilians when they are attacked in war. He does not need Capra to remind him.

It is often said that when war comes, the first casualty is truth. But that does not mean all wartime communication is fake. Today, as the propaganda war rages, it may well turn out that the ultimate weapon in the information wars might just be the kind of truth Zelensky has been wielding in videos that show him alive in his office, not running away.

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By Christopher B. Daly

Christopher B. Daly is a reporter, historian and professor at Boston University and the author of the prize-winning study of the history of U.S. journalism titled “Covering America.”

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The Pentagon Papers @ 50


From the Washington Post “Made by History,” June 13, 2021

Chris Daly

Made by History

Perspective

Fifty years ago the Pentagon Papers shocked America — and they still matter today

We still confront questions about press freedom and the public’s right to know government secrets

Front pages from the The Washington Post and the New York Times when they published stories about the Pentagon Papers in June 1971. (The Washington Post)
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By Christopher B. Daly

Christopher B. Daly is a reporter, historian and professor at Boston University and the author of the prize-winning study of the history of U.S. journalism titled “Covering America.”

The 1971 Supreme Court ruling on the issue has shaped the landscape for reporting on government secrets. It also reminded the American people of something essential for our democracy to function, then and now: Voters have the ultimate power to tell the government what to do and not do in their name. To accomplish that, though, they first have to know what their government is up to.

It all began in 1967, at the height of the U.S. military intervention in Vietnam. Defense Secretary Robert McNamara could see that the United States was not winning, and he wanted to know why. So, he ordered an internal review of what had gone wrong.

One of the analysts who would produce an answer for McNamara was Daniel Ellsberg, an ex-Marine who had served in Vietnam, come home to get a Ph.D. and worked at the Rand Corp. He had a high-level security clearance and a keen mind. Originally a supporter of the U.S. war effort, Ellsberg was undergoing a conversion into an opponent of the war.

Then, he faced the question of what to do about it. As a contributor to the study ordered by McNamara, he had access to a set of the final Pentagon report. He wanted the public to see what he had found: that Vietnam was a disaster, one into which president after president had led us deeper and deeper, always claiming that victory or “peace with honor” was just around the corner while knowing better.

With the idea of divulging its contents, Ellsberg began secretly photocopying the study in October 1969. Aside from the legal issues, copying the Pentagon Papers was a physical challenge. Each set ran to 47 volumes, about 7,000 pages of documents and analysis classified as “TOP SECRET — SENSITIVE.”

As Ellsberg well knew, the Pentagon Papers included secrets — everything from plots to carry out coups to estimates of other countries’ intentions. What it did not include was just as important. The Pentagon Papers contained almost nothing of any military value to an adversary. It was primarily a history of policymaking.

Ellsberg’s first thought was to get the Pentagon Papers released through a member of Congress, hoping that one of them would use his congressional immunity to introduce the papers into the Congressional Record. In the end, they all declined. So Ellsberg turned to the press.

In his mind, there was one obvious choice: New York Timesreporter Neil Sheehan. Earlier, Sheehan had covered the war in Vietnam, and Ellsberg believed (correctly) that Sheehan was opposed to continued U.S. involvement.

Sheehan, who died earlier this year, never identified Ellsberg as his source and never explained in detail how he acquired the Pentagon Papers. All he would say publicly was that he “got” or “obtained” the study — which was true as far as it went.

Once he did and the Times decided to commit to the story, the paper set up a secret “newsroom” at the midtown Hilton in New York City. The set held by the Times represented an unprecedented breach of the national security classification system, and anyone in possession of the report could face criminal charges, not merely of stealing government property but perhaps even of espionage or, ultimately, treason.

In one room at the hotel, Times publisher Arthur “Punch” Sulzberger assembled the newspaper’s lawyers to help him decide whether to publish anything at all. In another room, he assembled a select group of the newspaper’s senior editors and top reporters to wade into the documents and help figure out what to publish.

It all came down to Sulzberger. He would have to put all his chips — the paper he loved, his family’s legacy, the good of his country — on the table. He decided to publish.

So, on Sunday, June 13, 1971, the New York Times carried this banner headline:

VIETNAM ARCHIVE: PENTAGON STUDY TRACES

3 DECADES OF GROWING U.S. INVOLVEMENT

The lead article, written by Sheehan, reported that a “massive” study commissioned by McNamara showed that four presidential administrations “progressively developed a sense of commitment to a non-Communist Vietnam, a readiness to fight the North to protect the South and an ultimate frustration with this effort to a much greater extent than their public statements acknowledged.” Significantly, the Times promised more articles and more documents in the following days.

At first, President Richard M. Nixon did nothing. After all, the summary he got from aides suggested that the Pentagon Papers were mainly critical of Presidents John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson — both Democrats. But, fearing that he might look weak if he ignored the leak, Nixon eventually ordered a response.

On Tuesday, June 15, 1971, government lawyers asked the federal court in Manhattan to enjoin the Times from publishing anything further about the Pentagon Papers. That was a momentous step. It was the first time since the adoption of the U.S. Constitution that the federal government had tried to impose “prior restraint” on a newspaper, on grounds of national security.

From the newspaper’s point of view, the issue was the plain meaning of the First Amendment, with its sweeping ban against abridging the freedom of the press. From the president’s point of view, the issue was his duty as commander in chief to safeguard the nation by keeping its military, intelligence and diplomatic secrets, particularly in times of war.

In court, both sides pounded the Constitution. Judge Murray Gurfein, who had just been appointed by Nixon, promptly granted the government’s request for a temporary restraining order and set a hearing for three days later. The Times obeyed this order.

Later that week, however, The Washington Post obtained its own set of the Pentagon Papers from Ellsberg, and the newspaper’s staff swung into action, setting up a command center at editor Ben Bradlee’s house in Georgetown. In one room the writers got to work. In another room the editors and lawyers got busy trying to decide whether to publish at all. Like Sulzberger, Katharine Graham, the publisher of The Post, was betting the house — the company, the newspaper, her family’s reputation. She, too, decided to publish.

That Friday morning, The Post carried a front-page story about the extensive Vietnam study, revealing that it now had the same classified materials as the Times. Government lawyers asked the U.S. District Court in Washington to impose prior restraint on The Post. While Judge Gerhard Gesell refused, the U.S. Court of Appeals for the D.C. Circuit reversed him, forcing The Post to also stop sharing the Pentagon Papers with the American public.

By week’s end, the cases were headed to the Supreme Court on a fast track. Within a week the high court, acting with rare speed, heard arguments and made a ruling allowing the Times and The Post to resume publication. Although the justices wrote nine separate opinions, it was a clear-cut victory for press freedom and the public’s right to know. “The press [is] to serve the governed, not the governors,” as Justice Hugo Black put it.

An edited version of the Papers was soon published in book form, and the American people could finally see for themselves that one president after another had misled them about the war.

Even so, the victory for the people’s right to know left many issues unsettled.

In recent years, the issue of leaks to the news media has persisted. During the Trump administration, for example, officials gathered metadata about the phone records of Washington Post reporters and went after a CNN reporter’s phone and email records.

Democrats do it, too. Under President Barack Obama, the federal government set a record for criminal prosecutions of leakers, and those cases often involved journalists being hauled into court and ordered to reveal their sources or face time in jail.

Aside from punishment for government employees and contractors who leak, the issue of “publication” is more complicated than before. Thanks to the rise of digital platforms on the Internet, such as WikiLeaks, the notion of “prior restraint” is a bit antiquated, since publication now takes place globally at the speed of light.

The Pentagon Papers also pointed out another problem that remains unresolved: the excessive use of classification to keep all kinds of material away from the public.

The real issue for our time remains whether governments have (or should have) the power to chill unauthorized leaking by punishing individuals after the fact. Ultimately, however, the issue is not what rights leakers or journalists may have. In the end, the paramount issue is the public’s right to know what the government is doing. Lacking that knowledge, no people can long govern themselves.

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