Newsroom Diversity: A Casualty of Journalism’s Financial Crisis

Read the Original Article here-> via The Atlantic

Quote of the Story: “The news media is not only failing to serve the communities but the country at large when they fail to reflect what’s going on in communities of color,” says Maynard. This lack of diversity in newsroom employment shapes news coverage regardless of the medium. Looking at news today, she says, “African Americans are in stories about crime, sports, entertainment. Latinos in immigration. Native Americans and Asian Americans apparently don’t contribute to the fabric of our lives.”

For Woods, “when you fail to pursue the most diverse news staff, you fail to open up the possibilities created when you bring a broader range of life experience, insight, understanding, curiosity– all the things that go into creating story ideas and coverage plans, and all the things that bring us news.”

Commentary: THIS ARTICLE WAS WRITTEN FOR ME. Everything is hard. There will always be those that love you that think you’d be better off doing something safe. And for those of lower socioeconomic status (which are usually minorities), doing what makes sense is the only option. Getting enough guts to go to college AND do something that not a lot of people succeed in or something that doesn’t offer stability is hard. Being willing to stay in the industry that is “dying a slow death” is even harder. Especially when you have a family to feed. This past spring at home, I went through my sixth grade yearbook. I forgot that I wanted to become a writer. I was an editor for our yearbook. In middle school I helped “publish” our newsletter “The Joey”. In high school I did well in all my social science classes, LOVED writing and researching about Human Trafficking in West African Governments and Jane Eyre, and was Literary Editor for yet another yearbook.

I think practicality scared me into becoming an Econ major. Even when I dropped that (after two D’s) and became an English major, it was out of fear. Not love. After a journey of getting back to what I love but returning to what I like/am good at/is practice, I realize that I do not hunger for mediocrity. I hunger for passion.

A drive of mine is to bring diversity of perspective to the table. To tell stories through various lenses. To show that injustice bears fruit when we accept a single story as the only story. To ask wallflowers and outliers of dominant thought, “What do you think?” The point is not to win, but to always progress. To know more. How can you call yourself a great scholar or athlete if your greatest competitor is illiterate or cannot afford shoes? You can’t. Their stories have a right to see print. The opportunity for greatness shouldn’t be exclusive.


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