Investigative Reporting Missing from Ithaca College Education

This is an opinion piece I recently did for the Ithacan. I’ve made some augmentations here content-wise. The original commentary can be found here.

Journalism was not a popular career choice for my parents. We all know I’ll be barely scraping by until I manage to freelance my way back to my small-town newspaper, reporting on the county apple festival or the latest bit of juicy controversy at the monthly school board meeting. My parents, encouraging as they are, never failed to remind me of how dismal my future apparently is. Nothing keeps me afloat aside from the passion for news and investigation — the daring idea that my reporting can make a difference in the lives of many.

After all, I grew up with the heroic images of Woodward and Bernstein, pushing Nixon to resign following the Watergate scandal; Ida Tarbell, shaking the very foundations of Standard Oil under the feet of an unscrupulous tycoon; and Upton Sinclair, peeling open the horrid conditions faced by workers in America’s meatpacking industry. These are the people that shaped the profession, exposing corruption with the swipe of a pen and the audacity to speak out. And real change followed their efforts.

When I came to Ithaca College to study journalism, I was starry-eyed with images of my own potential as an investigator and writer. I had recently learned of Adam Ellick ’99, graduate and producer of the documentary that rocketed activist Malala Yousafzai to the international stage. With so many heroes forging the path ahead of me, I couldn’t have been more excited to see how the Park School would similarly shape me as a reporter.

Stories came and stories went. Semester after semester and class after class, it felt as if I was writing about the same things: this week, the opening of an art gallery; for the next, maybe another feature about bugs and the impending doom facing Ithaca’s ash trees. Juicy stuff. There were times when I tried to dig deeper, but writing for The Ithacan didn’t provide many better opportunities, nor did I feel confident enough in my skills to apply them there. And when I finally attempted to cover something bigger, something important, I fell flat. Reaching further, covering perceived housing discrimination and human rights abuses in the city — topics I felt woefully unprepared to report on — resulted in weak, superficial analyses of the issues at play.

The fact that the Ithacan is beholden to certain restrictions by the administration is also of no help. When I attempted to do meaningful reporting of President Rochon’s utter mishandling of the 2012 campus climate survey, leveling any kind of criticism — even when that criticism came from the mouths of informed sources — was deemed “irresponsible and biased” from the start. The result was a completely watered-down and frankly disappointing piece not on the administration’s total objective failures, but their “continuous efforts” to improve the situation. I felt as though I was realizing my worst nightmare; I was being forced to write PR.

The college’s journalism department and its publications are in need of an overhaul. An in-depth class that centers around the techniques and intricacies of investigative reporting would not only enrich my and my peers’ education, but equip us with the tools necessary to report on stories that are currently too daunting to tackle — and with an execution capable of inspiring change. We need the know-how and encouragement to tackle the big stories with the sharp professionalism we’re capable of, lest we all make names for ourselves covering the county apple festival for our failing local newspapers.

We need to push a bit further than class after class of “inverted pyramid” and proper interviewing techniques, because five semesters into my education, my heroes’ backs couldn’t seem farther away.

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