Letting Go: John Conroy and the Chicago Reader
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Last week’s firing of John Conroy, a staff reporter for the Chicago Reader, was such an obviously bad decision that it’s inspired something approaching eloquence from commentators as different as David Carr and Choire Sicha.
To recap: Conroy has been following the Chicago Police torture scandal for the Reader since 1990. He began with Andrew Wilson, the Chicago cop-killer who was tortured by officers in Commander Jon Burge’s Area 2 violent crimes unit, and went on to cover the story for more than fifteen years. His last article as a Reader staff writer, which covered Wilson’s death and its possible legal implications, appeared on November 29, one week before he was let go along with three other Reader regulars.
Conroy’s dismissal makes for a classic goose-and-golden-egg story, but the real irony is in the timing: the day after he was fired, the City of Chicago agreed to a $20 million settlement with four former death-row inmates who, like Wilson, claimed that they were tortured by Burge and his men and who, unlike Wilson, were pardoned by Governor George Ryan in 2003. (Ryan argued that they had been wrongly convicted on the basis of false confessions extracted during their torture.) Conroy broke the stories of three of those four men.
The Reader’s Michael Miner, who would normally be all over a story like this, treads lightly at his blog, but he’s obviously in a tough spot.* Harold Henderson, one of the other three reporters who were let go at the same time as Conroy, offers his generous and fairly philosophical take on the situation here.
An archive of Conroy’s police torture articles is available here. After you read those you can send mail to the Reader’s editors and remind them that send mail to the Reader’s editors and remind them that torture journalism is a growth industry.
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**Correction (12/17/07): Reader editor Alison True wrote to let me know that I misread Miner’s post in an earlier version of my comments below: the dog and tail metaphor was Miner’s, not hers. This makes for the second indefensible mistake on my part, and for that I apologize to her sincerely. But now it’s time to wonder why Miner, a stalwart of the Reader’s old Section One, is wielding such a metaphor.
*Update (12/11/07): In collecting references for this post I inexplicably missed Miner’s earlier post on the subject:
Laying off these staff writers, which editor Alison True did at the beginning of this week, was surely one of the hardest acts of her life and certainly a low point in the history of this newspaper. “Over the years,” True said Thursday in a message to the staff, “John, Harold, Tori, and Steve have produced some of our most important and exciting stories. Their achievements have included brilliant investigative work, prestigious awards, and possibly most important, spurring social change in a city that always needs it. . . . I can’t emphasize enough that this action in no way reflects a judgment on the value of the work of these particular writers, and in fact it’s my fervent hope that they’ll continue to work with us on a contractual basis.”
One can sympathize with True’s predicament without agreeing that “this action in no way reflects a judgment on the value of the work of these particular writers.” Of course it does: at the very least the decision reflects a judgment that the writers’ work is not worth full-time salaries and benefits.**
Miner tries to explain the dismissals this way: “They’re gone because the old Section One—the editorial section—was for decades the tail that wagged the dog here, and when revenues fell it became impossible to continue to allocate the same funds to it.” But note what an odd cliché that is to invoke, since the dog in his analogy comprises the old inner sections full of classified ads. As everyone else seems to recognize, the analogy actually works the other way around: the stories in the old Section One (including Miner’s) were the real dog, the only reason anyone picked up the Reader in the first place.

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