I couldn’t stop crying. I would be staring at the TV screen asking my parents how that was possible. How could the world be immersed in so much corruption, pain, disgrace… How? And how was I not aware of that until that point? I was 11 years old, and after wiping away my tears I took a deep breath and decided that I wanted to be a journalist.
Because information matters. And the world can be a sad place sometimes, but without awareness of the injustices we cannot change them. Because if anyone ever asked me if journalism has a future I would briskly say yes. No doubt it has. But when things like the one we’ll go through on this article happen, it puts the job at risk. And some might argue it is not only a job, but public service.
“The primary purpose of journalism is to provide citizens with the information they need to be free and self-governing”. (Kovach and Rosensteil, 17)(more…)