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Extract: Pages 68-69 (Year 1880 AD):
In America, John Swinton, then the pre-eminent New York journalist, was the
guest of honour at a banquet given him by the leaders of his craft. Someone
who knew neither the press nor Swinton offered a toast to the independent
press. Swinton outraged his colleagues by replying,
"There is no such thing, at this date of the world's history, in America, as
an independent press. You know it and I know it.
There is not one of you who dares to write your honest opinions, and if you
did, you know beforehand that it would never appear in print. I am paid weekly
for keeping my honest opinion out of the paper I am connected with.
Others of you are paid similar salaries for similar things, and any of you who
would be so foolish as to write honest opinions would be out on the streets
looking for another job. If I allowed my honest opinions to appear in one
issue of my paper, before twenty-four hours my occupation would be gone.
The business of the journalists is to destroy the truth, to lie outright, to
pervert, to vilify, to fawn at the feet of mammon, and to sell his country and
his race for his daily bread.
You know it and I know it, and what folly is this toasting an independent press?
We are the tools and vassals of rich men behind the scenes. We are the jumping
jacks, they pull the strings and we dance. Our talents, our possibilities and
our lives are all the property of other men. We are intellectual prostitutes."