The only news thats fit to mention…
Is that (for Palestine, at least), there is no news today. I couldn’t help thinking of the David Rovics song from which that line comes as I read about the journalist strikes in the Gaza strip in recent days. They’re protesting at the capturing of the BBC’s Alan Johnston, one of very few western journalists to be based inside the strip.
Journalists fascinate me quite a lot. They’re supposed to be competing to get exclusive stories and best-angle photographs, but at the end of the day, they seem to see past that to the real issues of protecting one another and stopping the erosion of journalistic rights. In other professions, they’d be cuddling up to the governments, knifing each other in the metaphorical back and jumping in front of each others lenses.
Anyhow, I’ll leave you with a link to Rovics’ Spanish Journalist Strike, a powerful song which talks of an incident in Afghanistan when 4 journalists were killed.