The Newseum's Tim Russert ShrineCome, all ye faithful, and worship the fallen newsman.
Posted Thursday, Oct. 8, 2009, at 4:06 PM ET
The canonization of TV newsman Tim Russert, which began a year ago when he died from a heart attack at 58, will be completed next month when the Newseum, in Washington, D.C., finishes making a shrine of his NBC News office.
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StumbleUponAccording to an Associated Press report, NBC News has donated the furniture from Russert's Washington office, where he was bureau chief, and his family is lending his personal effects—Buffalo Bills pennants, books, Uncle Sam figures, autographed baseballs, research binders, and one would assume, his red Swingline stapler.
Completing the shrine's religious motif will be a wooden sign Russert kept on his desk: "Thou Shalt Not Whine."
What makes Russert's mundane work-space worthy of preservation in a museum? The AP story remains mum about his accomplishments, which begin at being a pretty good interviewer and end at having a lot of celebrity friends. The AP does compare the honor to one bestowed on Edward R. Murrow, the only other journalist whose office has been amberized for display at the Newseum.
One could argue that an impressionable lad or lass observing the Murrow office might be stirred to read a book about the Blitz, Joseph McCarthy, or the history of broadcast news. But what inspiration will a glance at the Russert tableau produce? Will it prompt viewers to order a DVD of Super Bowl XXV and watch the Bills lose again? Send them off to read Big Russ and Me, Russert's book about his dad? Not to take anything away from Russert, but neither his career nor his office are worthy of commemoration, let alone veneration.
The only plausible explanation for the assembly and display of a bunch of second-class relics from the life of Tim Russert is a religious one. I don't think anybody believes that Russert—no matter how thorough some of his interviews might have been—performed any miracles during his lifetime. Nor do any of his fans regard him a religious martyr. But the adoration being expressed for Russert through his workaday artifacts strikes me as fundamentally spiritual. By making a pilgrimage to the Russert shrine, his disciples hope to prove their faith and intensify their closeness to him.
I'm not kidding. Listen to the blather NBC News President Steve Capus spewed for the AP:"When I saw the mock-up of what it was going to look like, it literally gave me chills," Capus said. "You know, I felt like we were right back in those wonderful days when Tim was still with us."
Russert's network revered and protected his image during his lifetime, too. When New York Times reporter Mark Leibovich spotted Russert on the morning of a presidential campaign debate walking through a hotel in a "sweat-drenched Buffalo Bills sweatshirt, long shorts and black rubber-soled shoes with tube socks," an official spokesman tried to declare Russert's ensemble "off the record."
With the erection of its Russert shrine, the Newseum ceases being a museum of journalism and becomes a place where journalist celebrities begin to be worshipped as miracle-producing saints. It's only a matter of time before the first visions of Russert are spotted inside the joint.
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I don't think you can separate the crisis in journalism today from the silly glorification by the media of so-called 'stars' within their own ranks. The 'crisis' is the media's refusal to look beyond the surface of stories, to use unquestioned press releases and official quotes as proxy for content or to neglect checking if what a politician or source says is even true. A media in crisis refuses to challenge a recently introduced method of political thinking that takes "A" directly to the false conclusion of "Z" (Obama health plan will result in 'death panels.'), negating all facts in between.
By glorifying their own newscasters, reporters and columnists, media outlets debase news coverage itself. The Newseum monument to Tim Russert is only two notches more ridiculous than the New York Times incessant promotion of 'star' columnists like Friedman (?!!), Dowd (!) and Krugman (!!!). This hyping of people who cover the news turns them into 'news makers.' It was once a gross violation of journalistic ethics for reporters to allow themselves to become the focus of curiosity and inquiry. Those times are long gone.
Russert was a good, sometimes insightful interviewer but, like many, a cynical practitioner of 'gotcha' politics, symptom of the mindless competition within the media to create controversy and ratchet up ratings. Did Russet develop journalism, did he innovate (discounting the 'white board' delegate counts) within the field in a major way?
I applaud Shafer for calling out the Russert memorial as a tribute to sentimentality and commercialism within the profession. As a critic, he has ample reason to trim the wings of the media's self-promotion, and sufficient justification to deplore misplaced public adoration of yet another manufactured celebrity.
-- Squeek
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I happened to be doing physical therapy for a sports injury at the same Bethesda, Maryland, facility where Tim Russert was doing physical therapy for a skiing injury not long before his death. I was shocked by how unhealthy he looked. He was overweight, pasty looking, walked like an old man (some of this was due to his injury), and he did his exercises with not much intensity--- but he had that cell phone glued to his ear! No doubt talking to his sources or maybe his producer. I remember wanting to go up to him to say, Tim, why aren't you taking better care of yourself? But, of course, one doesn't do that. So it didn't surprise me when he died at his desk at 58. Kind of like Edward R Murrow smoking himself to death at 57. Except Murrow was a more seminal figure than Russert. So we should revere Russert because he didn't take care of himself and died prematurely? If he had lived to 70 and retired, would the Newseum have recreated his office ? I bet not.
-- David S
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