Sneaking Into the Flying Circus: How the Media Turn Our Presidential Campaigns into Freak Shows
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Pelosi's one-on-one time with the 2004 presidential candidates affords an up-close perspective on the highs and lows of campaign life: the genuine thrill of seeing America, the unrelenting grind of endless campaign stops, the hope and heartache of poll results. While the candidates try to stick to tightly constructed scripts, Pelosi's nonnetwork angle makes for revealing portraits of the men who wanted to be president.
But even more, Pelosi's approach reveals fundamental flaws in the media's election coverage. A former member of the campaign press corps, she turns her gimlet eye on the media, which are busy enacting their own election-time rituals: "Every election cycle journalists defy the theory of evolution, living sequestered on a bus, with no sleep, few showers, and tons of junk food, going town-to-town listening to the same speech over and over. You're stuck in this dysfunctional relationship between the news organization that has you there to do their bidding and the campaign that is trying to co-opt you."
And herein lies Pelosi's driving point: politicians and journalists don't trust each other, and so, in election coverage and in politics in general, the press is utterly hamstrung. Since the candidates never say anything unscripted and the journalists have to make nice in order to maintain access, modern presidential campaigns have become little more than media events. Politicians and journalists alike are going through the motions, and the voters have no idea who the candidates really are.
But Pelosi says the public are not fools: "Everyone knows that the media do not give them an accurate portrait of a person." No wonder people are apathetic. But whose fault is it? Are the candidates driving people away from the political process, or are the media keeping them out?
Probing, insightful, and lively, Sneaking into the Flying Circus exposes the election process for what it is: a three-ring gala production that comes to town every four years. As a nation and an audience, we're often willing to suspend disbelief -- and we often can't resist when the clowns try to get us in on the act. It is, after all, the greatest show on earth.
Alexandra Pelosi
Alexandra Pelosi began covering politics in Washington, DC for Conus Communications, a television news feed service, in 1993. In 1995, she moved to New York to work for Dateline NBC. In the summer of 1999, NBC News assigned Pelosi to move to Austin, Texas to cover the presidential campaign of George W. Bush. She brought her camcorder along, and made a movie, "Journeys With George," which aired on HBO on Election Night 2002 and received six Emmy nominations. In 2004, HBO ran her second documentary feature-length film, "Diary of a Political Tourist," on the Democratic primary race. Pelosi is the daughter of Congresswoman Nancy Pelosi, House Democratic Leader.
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Sneaking Into the Flying Circus - Alexandra Pelosi
Introduction
IT ALL STARTED with a phone call in the summer of 1999, when I was sitting at my desk at NBC News in New York City. The voice on the other end of the phone asked, Do you have any pets?
No, why? We need you to cover the Bush campaign. Can you be in Austin by Friday?
With that, I packed a bag and moved to Texas. I did not return home until George W. Bush was sworn in as president. Years later my former boss said that the reason he gave me the assignment was because he knew I had no appetite for politics, therefore I could be trusted not to be a partisan hack. When it comes to politics, I am not a junkie. I was drafted into political journalism; it was never my calling.
In my first week on the bus, a CNN producer for whom I had great respect said, Listen, I’ve been doing this for twenty years, just do what I do.
That was when I figured out that the minute you get assigned to cover a campaign, you become a part of the process, a pawn in the campaign game. The news organizations hand their young over to the campaigns and let the Karl Roves of this world have their way with them.
Every election cycle journalists defy the theory of evolution; living sequestered on a bus with no sleep, few showers, and tons of junk food, going town-to-town listening to the same speech over and over; every day is a repeat of the day before. You’re stuck in this dysfunctional relationship between the news organization that has you there to do their bidding and the campaign that is trying to co-opt you. Over time, the relationship gets complicated, and you realize the dirty extent to which corporate media is in bed with the candidates.
Tired of being trapped like a cog in the giant political media enterprise and afraid of becoming a news nun, at the end of my first campaign I quit my network news job and made a movie about my campaign experience that ended up on HBO. When they asked me what I wanted to do next, of course the answer was, Go back on the campaign trail.
Because once you’ve been there, the only thing worse than covering a campaign is not covering a campaign.
On my second time around, I went out on the road to document the absurd hazing rituals that our presidential candidates have to go through. Whether they are going door-to-door like traveling salesmen to sell themselves on the house party circuit, begging for money from donors, working the union halls for endorsements, or participating in deep-fried food eating contests at the state fairs, every four years, a handful of men (and a few women who never had a chance) jump through these hoops to try to win their party’s nomination. As Adlai Stevenson said, Any boob can run for president.
But the winners have to do things that losers won’t do. Most decent human beings don’t want to be subjected to the indignities of a presidential campaign (they are repelled by how idiotic the process is and all the hangers-on, parasites, and shysters that you have to put up with in public life).
The two-year-long job application process that you have to endure to become president requires a set of skills that have nothing to do with the job description of being president. For example, in 2000, the last election before 9/11, I never heard Bush talk about terrorism, but I sure saw him flip a lot of flapjacks. He made one major foreign policy address
and his foreign trip
was an afternoon bus ride across the Mexican border. One of the foreign journalists complained, The thing that got me most disillusioned with my fellow journalists was that moment during the second debate about foreign policy. It was clear that the people covering it knew nothing about foreign policy because if they did, they would have reported it completely differently. They said ‘Bush held his own,’ and the test of holding his own was whether he mispronounced a leader’s name? He made huge errors about foreign policy. He should have been called on it.
By lowering everyone’s expectations, Bush managed to overcome the perception that he didn’t know anything about foreign policy (and it helped that the press didn’t know much either).
Still, years later, no one ever asks me about Bush’s positions on any of the issues. It seems the one thing everyone wants to know is, What is he really like?
Which is a funny question because it implies that everyone knows that the media do not give them an accurate portrait of a person, or that the media filter changes the picture you see. In real life, no one is who they appear to be on TV. Why is that?
This leads us to a conflict that is as old as democracy itself. Ever since the press stopped trusting politicians, the politicians have been suspicious and paranoid of the press. There is a lot of bad blood running in both directions, and that tug of war is undermining our democracy.
Having spent time with all of the men who wanted to be your president in the past two elections, I can report that the only thing they all had in common was their mistrust of (if not disdain for) the yappy,
elitist,
judgmental
media wags.
(But who has anything nice to say about the profession of journalism? It is common for crowds at political functions to throw things at reporters or to chant The media sucks
!)
Around the time that the story came out about the New York Times reporter who made up stories, I was walking around Capitol Hill and congressmen of both parties were making jokes to each other about how, for once, the newspapers got a story right. I heard a Republican say without irony to a Democrat, "The New York Times makes up stories—this is news? The congressman replied,
Most reporters are liars. They just never get caught. Later, a senator said in the elevator,
What’s the big deal? They make stuff up every single day. It’s not like anyone here believes what they read in the paper…a big media consumer is not a well-informed human being." Politicians accuse reporters of exaggerating to get attention for their story or of being tools who simply print and repeat what they are told.
This makes you wonder: If all the politicians are just spoon-feeding reporters what they want them to report, then how can the press know what is really going on? And if they don’t know what is going on, what exactly are they writing and bloviating about on TV? In a presidential campaign, the stories are all about the horse race: the polls, fund-raising, and endorsements. By talking about the inside baseball that few outside the Beltway understand, the news media make politics inaccessible to average citizens and drive them away from the process, making elections nothing more than a media event.
You can’t blame people for tuning out those made-for-TV political personalities delivering sound bites that have been rehearsed so much they sound suspiciously like propaganda. Having had it drilled into their heads not to ad lib, candidates are so afraid of how their words can and will be used against them in the media that they never dare say anything that was not approved by their Communications Department. (A few, like John McCain, have tried Straight Talk, but it never got him near the nomination because the Republicans anoint their candidates.) This is what it comes down to: If you want to succeed in presidential politics, you have to package yourself as a one-dimensional caricature. You are not allowed to be anything more than that.
Most candidates believe that if we saw them in a raw, human moment it would hurt them. For example, once I saw one of the candidates put a leftover hamburger in his pocket; later, my producer spotted him in the men’s room, snacking on that half-eaten hamburger while using the urinal. If reported, this would be an example of the gotcha-style moments that give journalists a bad name.
Or how about this? One of the candidates told me a funny, harmless little story about getting busted in college for stealing a cow and putting it in the elevator in his college dorm. He explained that he can’t tell that anecdote to a reporter because they would launch an investigation into his childhood files; the media would exploit it, and his rivals would jump all over it.
When and how did political journalism change? And was that the same time that politics changed? In the olden days, when Teddy White was profiling John Kennedy, the candidate truly was the campaign. Now the campaign is a huge machine, and the candidate is incidental to his own campaign. Backstage, the spinmeisters are feeding him his lines and handing him his marching orders, and a majority of the campaign’s time is dedicated to feeding and restraining the insatiable media beast.
Every campaign tries to evade and manipulate the media. Few have done so as successfully as the Bush team. They have waged the most sophisticated campaign to control the press. Bush’s strategy of message discipline and restricting press access has turned presidential campaigns into nothing more than a traveling carnival show that rolls into town, throws up the tent, and puts on this elaborate charade, in which the candidate gives the locals the old razzle-dazzle
and then they load back up and take the show on the road to a new town, where the act begins all over.
In a way, Watergate was the worst thing that happened to American journalism. Or at least Robert Redford and Dustin Hoffman playing Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein was, because it turned two reporters into celebrities and that made all the politicians afraid of reporters and all kids at home want to be reporters. Today it seems few want to pound the pavement the way they did to get that story—that requires legwork that few reporters are willing to do.
As we all witnessed when the Bush administration got their war on, they knew the only way to win in the court of public opinion was to get the media on board. So they invited all the ambitious young wannabe Scud studs to join in on the fun. Like dogs on the administration’s leash, everyone jumped into their flak jackets and ran toward the battlefield excited about the prospect of covering a war. It seemed like the only debate they had at the networks was who will be on the first float.
On cue from the Pentagon, they named their news coverage Operation Iraqi Freedom. How would it be any different if we had a state-owned media?
The media are supposed to be our safeguard, and they are routinely letting us down. Ted Koppel, a self-confessed adrenaline addict,
went live from the battlefield with a tin can on his head doing war zone infomercials. (This is the same man who marched out of the 1996 Republican Convention because it was more of an infomercial than a news event.
) Why wasn’t he in Washington, D.C., working his sources, trying to find out if we were going to war on false pretenses? Because that doesn’t make good television. Instead, the embeds
all accepted their bit parts in the Pentagon production of the selling of the Iraq war.
Not all those working in journalism are at fault for sucking the soul out of the institution. We must distinguish between the television personalities who make more money in a day than most beat reporters make in a year and those journalists who work at their craft. For every overpaid celebrity political talk show host (who would disappear if you unplugged every television in America), there are thousands of decent hard-working reporters scribbling away in their notebooks all across this land. My friends in the media believe that what they do is noble and important, and they have encouraged me not to attack the press, but to challenge the methods of political journalism, placing the blame on the spin men for hurting democracy by misleading reporters and telling half-truths. Of course, there are plenty of decent men and women in public office who feel that what they do is noble and important, and they defend their right to withhold information from reporters who are just out to make names for themselves, always looking for that gotcha moment that will sell newspapers. I have come away feeling trapped between the two worlds; I can see it from both perspectives, and I have a grudging admiration for both sides (although I never liked it when those creepy campaign goons lied to me).
In the schizophrenic media culture that we live in, we forget to take the time to reflect on how our history is being made. We are so fickle, we obsess on the candidates until the day after the election, when we instantly discard the losers and tune out the political noise. By now you probably can’t even name the dozen who toiled on the campaign trail attempting to become your president. They may be irrelevant today but how we elect our presidents matters and the way in which the media interrupt that process is worth watching, because every four years it is only going to get worse.
As we attempt to export democracy around the world, it couldn’t hurt to sneak a peek inside our own system to see how (or if) it is working. During our campaigns, it is the media’s job to stalk and scrutinize the candidates. On this trip, I’m going to watch the detectives do their surveillance to see how they interfere with the outcome of our elections. Now I know what you are thinking: Politics is boring. But that is only because you have not had the right guide. I am not going to take you down that same old road. I’ll let you eavesdrop on what people really say on a presidential road trip. And to those who mind being quoted, remember Billy Crystal’s golden rule: Never talk in elevators!
ACT I
1The media has a weird way of, you know, exploiting you sometimes. They really hype you up sometimes, and then sometimes they really tear you down. I mean, that’s part of the whole game. So, um, really I’ve learned, the more you take it personally it’s more like, you know, they’ve won. So you just do your work and do what you love to do and try not to read into it too much.
—BRITNEY SPEARS ON E!
Party Train at the White House
Hello, New Hampshire
The Early Favorite
Meeting Dr. Dean
The Man of the House
Anonymous at Midway with
the Great Unwashed
Chicago
APRIL 6, 2003
ONE OF THE WORST PARTS about running for president is that in the early stages you have to spend a lot time in airports. Trailing one of the candidates through Midway Airport on his way to Dubuque, Iowa, I watched him endure the humiliation of modern travel.
Going through security virtually unrecognized, he had to take off his shoes and belt and get the full pat-down, just like the rest of us. The security guard studied his shoes with suspicion: What is this, a wood sole?
From the looks of it, this was the first pair of leather shoes he had seen in a very long time.
To get to the gate, the senator stopped to take a look at a television and a supersized lady barked at him, Move it, man, you’re blocking the TV.
(Far be it from her to move her own fat ass over into the empty seats on either side for a better view.) He instantly jumped out of the way, alerted to the cardinal sin he had committed: standing between a fat lady and the TV.
Walking to the gate was not an option because people were napping, having picnics, or letting their kids spread out all of their toys in the walkways. So there was a huge line just to get onto the moving walkways (which were packed with people who were refusing to walk and were just letting the walkway move them to their gates).
When we arrived at the boarding area, it looked like a campsite with all the people and their huge suitcases and their fast food spewed all over the place. Men and women of all ages were lying all over the furniture in their sweatpants and flip-flops (exposing their toe jam for all the world to see). It looks as if everyone (especially the women) have given up—they are wearing dirty clothes, exposing their unpedicured toes and hairy legs, and sitting with their legs and mouths wide open.
In line to check in for our flight, a barefoot man wrapped in a blanket refused to move from the counter until the agent told him what gate his flight would be moved to. As the agent impatiently explained that she would make an announcement, he complained that the gate change announcements were only made in Spanish and I only speak English.
She promised that they would make an announcement in English for him.
On our left, a white woman with cornrows was eating an entire box of six Cinnabons. On our right, a young mother was feeding her eight-month-old Chicken McNuggets, while her two-year-old shoved an entire Big Mac in his tiny little mouth. In the row across, a skinhead with a U.S. flag tattoo was shouting into his cell phone for all of us to hear, Don’t do my bitch while I’m outta town, dog.
Waiting for our delayed flight, the senator went to answer Mother Nature’s call. The line at Mickey D’s was blocking the entrance to the men’s room and he got pushed out of the way by a teenager calling out her order for a Big Mac, fries, chocolate shake, apple pie, and Egg McMuffin.
Even though it was nighttime, over at the Starbucks, people were waiting for their ridiculously large $5 coffees. A generously proportioned woman was having a fit: I ordered nonfat milk in my latte.
Great, that’s just what we need, a bunch of overcaffeinated rude passengers on a long flight with no food.
At the newsstand, it took the cashier at least five minutes to figure out how much to charge us for the Economist. First she asked, What is this?
and then she told us that People magazine is the only magazine she ever sells. Which is evident back in the boarding area, where the few who are reading have either People, some trashy romance novel, or the latest murder mystery in their hands. Although it was unclear how they could even read with the constant barrage of gate change announcements and the couples shouting at each other on the Maury Povich show on TV.
When it finally came time to board our plane, we lined up behind a woman alone with a large pizza, a mom who was letting her kids scream for no apparent reason, and a man who had obviously spent the night in the airport bar who was hitting on the lady behind him while trying to wheel a suitcase that looked way too big to fit in the overhead bin. The senator remarked, "Isn’t