One night, probably in 1880, John Swinton, then the
pre-eminent New York journalist, was the guest of honour at a banquet
given him by the leaders of his craft. Someone who knew neither the
press nor Swinton offered a toast to the independent press. Swinton
outraged his colleagues by replying:
"There is no such thing, at this date of the
world's history, in America, as an independent press. You know it
and I know it. There is not one of you who dares to write your
honest opinions, and if you did, you know beforehand that it would
never appear in print. I am paid weekly for keeping my honest
opinion out of the paper I am connected with. Others of you are paid
similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who would be so
foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets
looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear
in one issue of my paper, before twenty-four hours my occupation
would be gone.
"The business of the journalists is to
destroy the truth, to lie outright, to pervert, to vilify, to fawn
at the feet of mammon, and to sell his country and his race for his
daily bread. You know it and I know it, and what folly is this
toasting an independent press? We are the tools and vassals of rich
men behind the scenes. We are the jumping jacks, they pull the
string and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and our lives
are the property of other men. We are intellectual
prostitutes."
(Source: Labor's Untold Story, by Richard 0. Boyer
and Herbert M. Morais, published by United Electrical, Radio &
Machine Workers of America, NY, 1955/1979.)
