Dreaded “Typo” in Middle East Coverage

In the newspaper business, you live and die with your credibility. “Typos” are not just to be avoided, they are to be dreaded. Even the misplacement of a single letter or a transposition can make a big difference.

Witness the Jan. 12 edition of the St. Petersburg Times.

Right there at the top of page two: “Hard-liners in Iraq Reject Candidates for Elections.”

Oops. Big news, big implications, big mistake. Those candidates rejected by hard-liners were actually in Iraq.

At first glance, however, it seemed to make sense. Then it was apparent. Another installment of Iran’s hard-liner-vs-moderate soap opera.

However, it could have been worse. It could have been on page one. Or it could have read: “Hard-liners in Iran Reject Candidates for Erections.”

On second thought, no one may have caught that one. Talk about a country with rigid controls.

The “Libel Lite” Case: Truth AND Consequences

Call it truth AND consequences.

That’s the dumbfounding, dumb-sounding upshot of a disturbing lawsuit recently –and successfully — brought against the Pensacola News Journal.

Last month a jury found that a former road-paver, Joe Anderson Jr., had been wronged by being portrayed in a “false light” by the News Journal. The jury said, in effect, that references to his past involvement in his wife’s death in a hunting accident were maliciously grafted onto a story about political influence. The net effect, said the jury, was that even though the hunting-death details were all true, it still left the impression that Anderson murdered his wife. The jury also determined that it was all worth some $18 million to the plaintiff.

Anderson’s attorneys apparently scored big on two relatively lame arguments.

First, that interjecting the hunting accident into a political influence story showed the paper’s intent to nail Anderson. Moreover, the News Journal. curiously parsed some language. To wit: it said law enforcement officials had merely “determined” that it was an accident — not that it “was” an accident.

Second, that the News Journal’s. hunting-accident chronology was a little too skewed to be anything but further intent to get Anderson. For example, it mentioned that Anderson “shot and killed” his wife just two days after filing for divorce. Not until a couple of sentences later did the story note that officials had “determined” that it was an accident.

Journalists, media attorneys and most legal scholars were — and still are — shell shocked at the verdict — and what passed muster as evidence. Among the thunderstruck: University of Tampa Criminology and Law Professor — and First Amendment expert — Tom Hickey.

“This is mind-blowing,” says Hickey. “This chills speech. To members of the media it says ‘Even if it’s true, you may be held liable.’ And over what? The order of a couple of sentences?

“How can the truth portray someone in a false light?” asks Hickey. “That’s almost a non-sequitur. It’s logically inconsistent. A falsehood can produce a ‘false light,’ but not the truth.”

‘False light’ suits, which are more an extension of common law, are not even allowed in a number of states because of their dubious constitutionality. And where they are permitted, such as in Florida, they are typically not a substitute rationale in a high-stakes libel case.

Hickey is hardly alone in expecting the News Journal. case to be overturned on appeal.

“Based on what we know, this will be one tough verdict to sustain,” states Hickey. “I don’t think you can hold someone liable — and $18 million worth at that — for bad or inartful writing, if that is what happened in this case. This basically suppresses speech. And we as Americans have never been comfortable with suppression of speech.”

For journalists, the News Journal verdict is sheer blasphemy. It contravenes the intent of the Supreme Court’s seminal and now sacrosanct decision in the 40-year-old New York Times Co . vs. Sullivan libel case. The Court, in a staunch defense of an unfettered and rigorous press, wrapped it in a thick layer of libel insulation. Sullivan said that not only was truth a defense against libel of public figures, but inaccuracies — absent any malicious intent — were also protected.

The News Journal. case appears to set that standard on its ear by saying that the truth can be less of a defense than the inaccurate.

Message from a mess

For all the media’s incredulity and flabbergasting double-takes, however, there is a message from this News Journal. mess worth heeding.

The media are as bottom-line oriented as other businesses, but their product is more than, well, “news.” It’s also people and reputations and livelihoods, including Joe Anderson’s. Sullivan is a shield, not a sword.

Reporters need to be reminded to stay vigilant and not let their healthy skepticism morph into chronic cynicism. Opinion must be properly labeled and never allowed to seep into reporting. And there’s nothing wrong with allowing empathy to emanate from the newsroom.

Moreover, the press should exercise discretion when, in the good name of proper backgrounding, it routinely regurgitates — and perpetuates — old news. To freely inform the public is the charge of the press. But the culture of the press sometimes encourages a “gotcha” game with easily targeted public figures.

I suspect there might have been a bit of that in play in the News Journal. case. As well as some careless writing and absentee editing. Not to the degree, however, that it trumps truth as a defense.

But to the degree that says “We can do better than this.” A constitutional firewall, alas, is no guarantee of journalistic quality.

McGraw And Rose: Class And No Class

How ironic that the same week Tug McGraw dies, Pete Rose goes into his Lazarus act. Baseball’s yin and yang.

McGraw was maybe the last of a breed. A major talent who didn’t confuse “colorful” with “classless.”

McGraw won nearly 100 games and saved 180 more. He was a two-time All-Star who was at his best in postseason play.

He was a good interview because he was so affable and quotable, but more importantly he was a good guy. His enthusiasm was as real as it was energizing — not a self-serving contrivance that belittled the opposition and diminished the game. He popularized the phrase “You Gotta Believe.”

He even took his brain-cancer death sentence with courage and class. No “Why me?” whining from “The Tugger.” He merely re-applied “You Gotta Believe.”

And then there is a Rose by any other book title.

Back in 1989, it was “Pete Rose: My Story,” written with the considerable help of Roger Kahn. In it, Rose denied gambling on baseball. He lied to — and embarrassed — Kahn. For the ever-expedient Rose, it was the cost of doing business. Somebody’s else’s cost.

Now we have “My Prison Without Bars.” It took a reported $1 million advance and a closing Hall of Fame window to prompt this mea culpa chapter in opportunism. After 15 years of lying — and vilifying those who had been calling him on it — he now admits he gambled on baseball. But never, he emphasizes, against his own team and never from the clubhouse.

Even for those inclined to believe this version and to forgive, it shouldn’t be forgotten what signals Rose was sending when he DIDN’T bet on his own team, the Cincinnati Reds. Moreover, there are still allegations — from alleged bet runners — that he did, indeed, pick up the club house phone to call in his baseball bets.

Rose’s blatantly self-serving “admissions” may, in time, open up Cooperstown for him. There’s still a lot of sentiment for the rationale that says integrity-of-the-game arguments notwithstanding, what he did on the FIELD as a player — not a manager — easily merits enshrinement.

Maybe that’s how it will play out. And don’t be surprised when the trilogy is completed with the publication of “Pete Rose: My Updated Story.”

But then there’s McGraw, the guy who brought unbridled joy to fans, never compromised the game and always appreciated what baseball did for him. He didn’t making it to 60, let alone the Hall of Fame. Life, we are again reminded, isn’t fair.

But when it comes to meaningful legacies, you can bet that Tug McGraw tops Pete Rose every time.

New Concept: Standards For FAMU

Florida A&M, the country’s largest historically black university, has been around for more than a century. For most of that time, it was a legitimate victim of legal segregation. It was a product of rules that were different — and discriminatory. It soldiered on with its charge to provide an opportunity for more blacks to have access to higher education.

However, the time has long since passed that FAMU should be playing by different rules. Any more than it should be playing the race card of past injustices and preying on white institutional guilt.

For too long — notably under the 16-year tenure of former president Frederick Humphries — it has gotten by with phantom oversight of accounting and bookkeeping practices. It has skated on accountability. Education leaders — often cowed by Humphries –routinely excused FAMU its shortcomings: allowing for lower admissions requirements and permitting a long-simmering financial mess.

Lawmakers are now demanding answers and solutions — and rules compliance. “We were not held, in my opinion, to the same kind of rigorous standards as the other (state) universities,” FAMU trustees chairman James Corbin told the Associated Press.

The condescending attitude that less should be expected of FAMU is finally being seen for what it is: a more insidious form of racism. After 117 years, a new era at FAMU now beckons.

Gay Rights, MLK Day, School Choice, Iranian Quake — And More

*If the ACLU can come to the aid of Rush Limbaugh (regarding the secrecy of his medical records), then virtually any pairing — this side of Jon Gruden and Rich McKay — is possible. So why not gay groups wooing conservatives to their side of the same-sex marriage issue?

Indeed, gay rights strategists are now portraying a proposed constitutional ban on same-sex marriage as a step so radical that hard-core conservatives can’t help but oppose it. There’s even a radio and print campaign, which includes this market, with ads that say: “Be conservative with the Constitution. Don’t amend it.”

Conservative constitutional principles notwithstanding, wooing the “mad vow disease” crowd still seems a reach.

* Ralph Nader is politically “Unsafe at Any Speed” to the Democrats. Once again, the Corvair candidate is careening toward a presidential run — this time as an independent. But what’s left to prove? He has already shown that he can’t come close to winning a national election, but that he can help elect a Republican if it’s really, really close. Karl Rove is already writing the thank-you card.

*Too bad the most viable school-choice option isn’t for all students to simply go to the nearest school. Period. Among the elements chronically missing in most schools: a sense of community and local pride. There are a few exceptions. And it shows.

* A sure sign that your presidential campaign is a long-shot — this Tribune headline from a fortnight ago: “Kucinich Counts On Muslim Votes in Dark-Horse Presidential Race.”

*A great name for a health club would be “The Weight We Were.”

*Stories we’ll never see on pan-Arab satellite channels Al-Arabiya or Al-Jazeera: A comparison of Iranian earthquake aid — workers and materiel — provided by the U.S. and al-Qaida. Infidels, it would seem, are more helpful than martyrs in some endeavors.

*Parades, speeches, vigils and step competitions are synonymous with the celebration of MLK Day. But special kudos are due some 150 University of Tampa students who honored the memory of Dr. King by participating in UT’s fourth annual MLK Day of Service. The volunteers — in partnership with the Mayor’s Beautification Program — spent Monday, Jan. 19, replanting medians and landscaping parks as well as the MLK Community Center on North Rome Avenue.

*USF’s decade-long descent into basketball underachievement and spectator indifference hit a new low with that embarrassing, nationally televised 95-40 loss to Louisville. It would have been even worse had UL coach Rick Pittino not played everyone but the Cardinal mascot. With USF slated to join the basketball bullies of the Big East in 2005, you have to wonder what kind of unsettling message that debacle sent to league officials. They could hardly be faulted if they now fear the hoops counterpart of Temple football.

*It looks like Bern’s Steak House owner David Laxer will get city council approval to build a four-story, 86-room hotel — along with a wine shop, spa, restaurant and town homes — on South Howard Avenue. It’s directly across the street from the iconic Bern’s. Laxer helped his cause considerably by meeting with neighborhood groups before the site plans were filed. But promising never again to replicate Bern’s neo-breadbox architecture probably carried the day.

Contrarian Favre Take

Even though this may be Bret Favre’s “Season of Destiny,” can we possibly concede that he might not have done the right thing by playing a game — and spectacularly so — less than two days after his father had unexpectedly passed away? He played, he said, because that was what his father, a former coach, would have wanted. It was obviously his call, and it’s personal.

But the sports world was all over the story as a chronicle of courage. The media saluted his decision — and commended his remarkable and “courageous” play. The “Season of Destiny” tagline was firmly affixed to the Favre-led Green Bay Packers.

What no one wanted to say was this: Sure, it’s a personal decision, but how many of us who are not, say, surgeons would have reported in to work so soon? Favre did what his father would have wanted him to do, he said. We take him at his word.

But that means his father having said, in effect, “Should I die during the season, I hope you will do the right thing and play football. First things first. Your job, your fellow employees, your family. In that order. Your mom will understand.”

Bob “Santa” Kyle: 20 Years Behind The Beard

For many of us, the post-Christmas period is one of inevitable anti-climax. There had been the gathering, the tree-trimming and the gift-giving. Then the re-united disperse. The tree is unceremoniously un-trimmed. Toys soon lose their novelty.

But what’s it like for Santa? The mother of all melancholia? A welcome respite from the seasonal exertion?

A bit of both, as it turns out.

“When it’s over, I’m a little sad, and I’m a little glad too,” acknowledges 74-year-old Bob Kyle, arguably Tampa’s most pre-eminent Santa. “The children are always special, and it’s fun to see the teenagers get in the spirit too,” says Kyle. “It’s really an invigorating month, and it’s my way of giving back. But, yes, a bit tiring by Christmas.”

The Town N’ Country resident, who is also one of the area’s leading arborists, has been playing Santa for the last 20 years. From Tampa’s Festival of Trees and the Santa Fest Parade in downtown to Sweetwater Park, Clay Elementary and Girl Scout Troop 1498. And a bunch of schools, churches, senior-care facilities and neighborhood stops in between. He has been known to change into costume on the job — hustle to an event — and then resume landscaping or tree-trouble shooting.

He has long-time, “elf” assistants and an elaborately decorated float. Moreover, Kyle is a Claus lookalike. A dead-ringer for the Kris Kringle character in “Miracle on 34th Street,” which happens to be his favorite Christmas movie.

For “Kris Kyle Kringle,” it’s all about the “magic.” Santa is as real as you wish to believe,” he tells all those who need telling. “When you believe, he lives in your heart forever.”

Kyle began doing Santa, he recalls in a, yes, jolly laugh, when his beard turned white. He trims it drastically each January. For the rest of the year, he foregoes any more such trimmings — or haircuts.

And the verisimilitude is always worth it, says Kyle. Santa does have his skeptics.

Kyle remembers an especially persistent little boy at Tampa’s Festival of Trees about five years ago. Flat-out, the kid said he didn’t believe in Santa. Kyle replied: “That’s ok; Santa believes in you. And someday you’ll do the magic yourself.”

The tough little tyke wasn’t buying it. He reiterated that Santa “wasn’t real.”

Kyle then played his tonsorial trump card.

“If you really think that, then pull on Santa’s beard.”

He did. And not all that gingerly.

“That was it; I had him,” says Kyle. “He came up behind me later on and whispered, ‘You’re cool.'”

Over the years, Kyle has observed predictable patterns. For one thing, kids are still kids.

“You see true feelings,” says Kyle. “And it’s not just that Santa brings gifts. You can see the look of absolute joy. There’s nothing like the joy a child can experience. That’s very moving.”

And however joyous, some children will always test you, explains Kyle, and many tend to reflect the economic times. A bit more buoyant when times are good. More likely to ask for, say, G.I. Joe than a Playstation, when times are tougher. No one, interestingly enough, has asked for cowboy stuff in more than a decade.

But kids don’t just get a hug and candy and Santa’s ear.

Sometimes it’s up to Santa to moderate their wish lists and manage their expectations.”Occasionally they ask for guns,” he says. “And I steer them to something else. Or they want an electric guitar, and I play up a wooden one. I can also get preachy, I guess. I tell them about bike helmets and where not to ride their scooters.”

He’s also been known to politely lecture on the merits of pet responsibility.

Santa will also try to personalize requests as best he can. He will mention that Barbies, for example, come in safari outfits, and evening gowns and bathing suits. And there are all kinds of trucks.

Sometimes he prods the overly shy with special, memory-jogging “brainfood” that looks not unlike ordinary candy canes.

“On your toes”

While Santa slips in his share of counseling, he also has learned a thing or two after 20 years of on-the-job Clausing. “You gotta constantly be on your toes,” he says. “And you just can’t blame everything on the elves.”

One child, for example, was incredulous about his wristwatch. His — by now — stock answer: “Rudolph gets mad if I’m late.”

And speaking of, so where exactly were Rudolph and the rest of the reindeer? Why weren’t they there?

“I tell them that the reindeer are magic, and they are parked on a cloud,” says Kyle. And for the more precocious: “The FAA says the reindeer and sleigh have to stay parked.”

Kyle also has learned to temper his preference for coffee while in character.

A certain little girl prompted the change. After motioning to Santa to lean down for some serious whispering, she confided: “You forgot to brush your teeth.”

He now munches candy canes when he gets the coffee urge.

But sometimes the wide-eyed and innocent request that which is way beyond Santa’s purview — or mythical powers.

“Sometimes I get some real tear-jerkers,” says Kyle. “They want Santa to help their mom and dad get back together. Or to make their grandmother well.

“I tell them that Santa doesn’t work that kind of magic. That’s God’s kind of magic.

“They seem to understand,” notes Kyle. “And I think they feel better for telling me and knowing they’re doing everything they can.”

Other than that, just another seasonal day at the office for Santa. Lots of listening, counseling and credibility proving.

And magic. And joy. And hope.

Now more than ever.

Al-Arian Issue: A Cheap Shot At Castor

As the race to succeed Sen. Bob Graham coalesces in the new year, look for Betty Castor to pick up the fund-raising pace and solidify her position as the early Democratic front-runner. Also look for her main Democratic primary competition, Miami Dade-County Mayor Alex Penelas and Pembroke Pines Congressman Peter Deutsch, to up the ante on the in-fighting — especially Deutsch.

Most political observers expect the name of Sami Al-Arian, currently jailed on charges of aiding and abetting Palestinian terrorists, to surface as a campaign issue. They’re probably right. Especially in South Florida, where the Jewish voting base is concentrated. But it’s wrong.

Let’s go back to when Castor, the former state education commissioner, came to USF as president in 1994. She was praised for her political skills and Tallahassee contacts — as well as criticized for educational credentials that were conspicuously minus a doctorate. She would soon win over the critics with her staunch support for all things academic. Including freedom.

She inherited Al-Arian, an increasingly controversial but quite competent — in fact, award-winning — computer science professor. She also inherited Al-Arian’s think tank, WISE — or the World and Islam Studies Enterprise — and a university culture enamored of such an ostensibly prestigious, internationally-connected organization.

Although a comparatively young and relatively undistinguished university, USF apparently had itself a coup with WISE. If nothing else, it meant that USF was a geo-political, higher-ed “player.” That can be heady, important stuff in academic circles — helping to advance understanding and “dialogue” between the West and Middle East.

The following year, former WISE director Ramadan Abdullah Shallah surfaced in Damascus as the leader of Palestinian Islamic Jihad, the infamous, prototypical terrorist organization. Prior to that, a PBS documentary had fingered Al-Arian as part of a PIJ cell and published reports in the Tampa Tribune linked WISE and Al-Arian’s Islamic Committee for Palestine charity to the PIJ.

By now — late 1995 — the feds were on the case with search warrant affidavits. By the middle of the following year, USF had placed Al-Arian on paid leave. In 1998, absent any law enforcement action, he was allowed back on campus. The following year — 1999 — Castor left USF.

Two years later the world changed — as well as the USF campus. After the Sept. 11 attacks, there followed the ill-advised, uproarious Al-Arian appearance on “The O’Reilly Factor,” an agonizing dilemma for new president Judy Genshaft, and a lot of revisionist thinking on terrorists, their sources of support and the obvious Islamic nexus.

It’s so much Monday morning quarterbacking to second-guess what Betty Castor could have done — better and sooner — regarding Al-Arian. She was expected, according to some, to have summarily booted Al-Arian even as the feds were dragging their heels.

What matters is the context.

There’s not a lot of precedent — nor on-campus, popular sentiment — for sacking a tenured professor who hasn’t been charged, much less convicted, of anything. Guilt by association and outrageous rhetoric is normally not a credible enough rationale.

The pre-Sept.11 era, while hardly an age of naivete, is not to be confused with the Homeland Security crucible — and expedience — we’re experiencing today. The Al-Arian of the Castor years was not the mega-count-indictment version of 2003. The one who was finally fired in early 2003 by President Genshaft.

When terrorism is targeted as an issue in this senatorial campaign, the focus should be on Iraqi reconstruction, foreign and domestic intelligence, immigration, the Patriot Act, Islamic money trails and policies of pre-emption and unilateralism. The role of the United Nations and America’s relationship with the rest of the world, including putative allies, despotic sheikdoms and Israel, are much more relevant than Al-Arian’s treatment during Castor’s watch.

“Sardonic Santa” Sacked

On balance, the Hillsborough County City-County Planning Commission is a pretty staid lot doing some serious work. Indeed, it’s not all that long ago that “planning,” per se, seemed sort of oxymoronic around here. So the commission’s work can involve undoing as well as preparing for tomorrow. Theirs is an important — and typically thankless — job as Hillsborough County — in all its disparate entities –continues its rapid, skewed growth amid Byzantine politics.

Anyway, this Christmas the area’s most acronym-challenged organization almost stepped out of character. In addition to an annual pre-holiday, lunch-hour gathering featuring a church choir, cheery toasts and presents for children, the commission — or at least its entertainment committee — decided to push the holiday-party envelope.

They secured the services of a Bay Area character known to those in the private- and -corporate-holiday-party set as “Sardonic Santa.” Apparently Sardonic Santa’s roast-like schtick is tailored to the specific, hosting organization — but inevitably waxes politically incorrect.

So when some folks at the commission got wind that the church choir was only a warm-up to Sardonic Santa, they complained. Not appropriate. Not everyone would think it was funny. And they, in effect, substituted “Escape Claus” for Sardonic Santa.

Can’t blame them, really. If there’s a chance that someone might be displeased, let it be over the choice of hymns or the flavoring of the punch. Not whether something was funny or insulting.

But here’s the kicker. I have it on unimpeachable authority, that there really was no reason to whack Sardonic Santa. In fact, I know Sardonic Santa. Sardonic Santa is a friend of mine. And he has assured me that among those laughing the loudest would have been Bob Hunter, executive director; Ray Chiaramonte, assistant executive director; Luci Ayer, transportation director; Tony Garcia, planner; Robin McCarthy, receptionist; Mike Tonelli, planner; and Terry Eagan, librarian.

They’ll just have to take Sardonic Santa’s word for it.

A Sense Of Community And “The Mayor’s Hour”

Ever find yourself checking your calendar and watch before tuning in to Channel 15 for another episode of “The Mayor’s Hour”? Neither do I.

It’s one of those shows you never see in its entirety. Drive-by channel surfing typically yields it.

If nothing else, it looks like the ubiquitous Jack Harris and the mayor are enjoying themselves. Light banter and bad puns reign. But they also highlight different aspects of the city via interviews and behind-the-scenes perspectives.

On the December show, Mayor Pam Iorio brought on her dad for a segment. It’s something she used to do when she was Supervisor of Elections.

It’s not exactly compelling TV. In fact, I can’t imagine this happening in any comparably sized city. And yet — it works.

Partly, it’s because John Iorio, a former English professor, is engaging and humorous. Partly, it’s because the mayor is so media savvy. But mostly it’s because they have reminded us that we live in a major metro market that isn’t too big to feel — and act like — a smaller, more intimate community. It’s especially welcome over the holidays. But, yes, it is corny.