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A look at the reaction to Kony 2012

Like 100 million other people, I saw the Kony 2012 video over the past few days. It’s now considered the most viral video in history, per Mashable.

The merits of the Invisible Children video are clear, but the criticisms have been a little muddier. The ones I heard from established media outlets late last week were not outright nasty, but had an air of “Oh, really?” to them.

The need to sniff out what could be too-good-to-be-true (the 30 minute video is rather slick) puts journalists on other side of the story in a way that must be discomfiting. They have held IC’s founder Jason Russell to the same scrutiny, if not more, as they did Julian Assange. For Assange, a man who hides his judgment and tries to out objectify the news media, the message is that information will be liberated. For Russell, the message is that information will be used to accomplish specific goals. He is saying “I can shine a light on stories and injustices that are old news to you.”

The Times’  criticism turned out to be a common charge against the filmmaker:

OK, but where does Russell set it up as a war to be stopped? It’s clear in the film that his goal is justice for what has occurred. Preventing attacks on civilians, conscription of children, and the sexual slavery of young women are acknowledged benefits of stopping Kony now, but the Times needs to point out that there is no war going on so why bother rubbernecking?

Last Friday, NPR’s Morning Edition engaged in a classic tactical maneuver when addressing the film: take the highest ground. They enlisted the head of the U.S. Africa Command (AFRICOM) to give an interview qualifying American interests on the continent. There was a smooth allusion to the 100 advisors sent to Uganda by the President to pursue Kony – but no mention of him by name.

They did mention him immediately afterward in the next piece, an interview of a Ugandan journalist. The echo chamber was deafening. The journalist made the point that the the Kony 2012 film wasn’t for a Ugandan audience. It wasn’t for people who knew the score. She then brought out the two tropes getting so much traction as criticisms of Invisible Children’s message: that the civil war is over and that Kony isn’t in Uganda. These are fine points for a journalist to make (game over; losing team left), but showed no insight into what the group was actually trying to accomplish.

The high ground had some other visitors in the form a blogger for Foreign Policy who has a more-of-the-same background on the region and narrow understanding of cause marketing and fund raising:

Money and awareness are probably what those well-meaning people can provide. But why would you need those when you have a nuanced understanding of the issue at hand? Let’s paraphrase for effect: “It would be great to get rid of cancer. It has left a wide path of destruction in our community for the past 20 years. But the type that people get now isn’t metastasizing and the tumors are very small. While it is still causing immense suffering, it’s unclear how emotional and financial support could help alleviate it.”

So this is the left flank of journalism in 2012. Fending off the aggregation monsters of Drudge, Huff and Buzzfeed has been best accomplished with the in-depth investigative journalism that commands attention for several days (or hours, if they’re lucky). This time the scoop was on an old story, a cold case. At 7 minutes and 30 seconds into the video you can see that Jason Russell makes promise to keep to his friend Jacob. He has a grudge. He doesn’t have a late night deadline to beat and an editor to impress. It’s a question of who can tell the most powerful story and he won. You can hear the reporters saying, “If we didn’t think it was a story now why is it a story now?” In fact, you can actually hear them say it in this Daily Show clip that made me think it was worth writing this post.

Not all hope is lost though. The Guardian gathers every angle together and talks to the only person we are made to truly care about in the film: Jacob Acaye.

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The effect of Christmas and midterms on blogging productivity (a pie chart)

We like to think we know how to get things done here at The True Gen. Not true this December, as evidenced by the neither positive or negative number of blog posts so far this month (a roundabout way of saying zero).

I think the next editorial meeting may feature a slide with this graph on it:

Courtesy @DemetriMartin.

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Twitter: where you can say hello to your heroes

My childhood and present day heroes found room in one tweet this past June, and the moment solidified my appreciation for what some consider an insignificant social medium.

When the Boston Bruins (@NHLBruins) were neck deep in the Stanley Cup Playoffs in 2011, I noticed that Atul Gawande, M.D., (@Atul_Gawande) was chiming in on Twitter when the game was nerve-wrackingly close: 

Or when a key goal was scored:

This made my day. For one, I was 1,000 miles from Boston, my home of the past nine years, in a bar north of Chicago where you had to close your eyes to avoid seeing Blackhawks paraphernalia. I was left with texts and tweets from friends and family in N.H. and Mass. to serve as in-game banter. The patrons and staff at The Firehouse in Evanston, Il., were more concerned that the Bulls were out of the playoffs. Second, it was Atul Gawande. I am sure that you are familiar with the man but his qualifications as the hero of a mid-30s American male are just: surgeon, author, and staff writer with The New Yorker. If he was also a starting Bruins right winger playing in the game then he might be only slightly more remarkable.

Once Nathan Horton scored the goal that Dr. Gawande lauds above, the B’s were on the way to Vancouver for the finals. My weekday place at the Firehouse was established by this point, and the crowd was more Boston-friendly now. At the very least they were Vancouver-unfriendly. ‘Hawks fans have no love for the Seditious Sedins and their mates who bounced the 2010 champs from the Western Conference playoffs this year.

The Bruins v. Canucks series went to seven games. Maybe it was the elation of seeing the team I grew up worshiping get so close to the cup, but I took a small chance and sent a tweet Dr. Gawande’s way. His response was giddy:

Speaking of giddy, I was like a kid with a signed baseball from batting practice, and the exchange only made the shine on the Bruins big silver chalice even brighter.

What other means could I have used to connect with Dr. Gawande besides Twitter? I can’t think of any that would be as effective. In this instance, I think it comes down to the low-involvement, conciseness and the openness of the system. It also means that when I sit down to read Dr. Gawande’s latest New Yorker piece, I’ll know that the esteemed author eats popcorn when he watches hockey.