In the wake of the Newtown shooting, Newtown Bee associate edtior John Voket explained how his paper’s coverage was different from that of the national outlets. “Our job is to take care of the community,” he said, “so we were inside helping to comfort victims and trying to provide human support without necessarily making reporting the number one priority.” Even before I had personal experience with a national tragedy, this point of view struck a chord with me. My former colleague Megan Greenwell commented, “What if assigning editors in New York and DC told their reporters to lose a bit of their competitive instinct on this one, to follow the lead of the Bee and [Hartford] Courant instead of trying to beat them? I can’t help but think we’d still get the best journalism and a little more sensitivity and understanding.”
To that end, the Dart Center has a great roundup of ways to report on a violent tragedy without being an asshole. Here’s a quick summary:
—Be very careful about the experts you select as sources.
—Take the time to breathe, empathize and feel the pain of survivors and loved ones. Listen to what your gut is telling you. Think about people, not clicks or ratings.
—Clearly tell the public what you know and what you do not know.
—Don’t try to make a political point before the facts are confirmed. If you’re a political reporter or pundit, make a “quiet, temporary exit from the scene.”
I’d add one more. Even though we’re all writing and tweeting mainly for an audience that’s not directly invested—people who didn’t have family members at the finish line—before you hit send in the immediate wake of a tragedy, try to read each tweet as if you do have loved ones at the scene. Think about whether you’re adding practical information and amplifying news that’s been vetted, or whether you’re adding to the noise. You can always opine later. If I’m lucky, I know that during every unfolding tragedy in the future, I’ll probably be identified more with the journalists than the victims. But I’ll still think of the woman who’s shaking and sweating 3,000 miles away from her sister and parents, who were almost certainly close enough to see and hear the violence but haven’t texted back yet. And I’ll probably hold my tweets.