Truth in Our Times: Inside the Fight for Press Freedom in the Age of Alternative Facts

Truth in Our Times: Inside the Fight for Press Freedom in the Age of Alternative Facts

by David E. McCraw

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Overview

David E. McCraw recounts his experiences as the top newsroom lawyer for the New York Times during the most turbulent era for journalism in generations.

In October 2016, when Donald Trump's lawyer demanded that The New York Times retract an article focused on two women that accused Trump of touching them inappropriately, David McCraw's scathing letter of refusal went viral and he became a hero of press freedom everywhere. But as you'll see in Truth in Our Times, for the top newsroom lawyer at the paper of record, it was just another day at the office.

McCraw has worked at the Times since 2002, leading the paper's fight for freedom of information, defending it against libel suits, and providing legal counsel to the reporters breaking the biggest stories of the year. In short: if you've read a controversial story in the paper since the Bush administration, it went across his desk first. From Chelsea Manning's leaks to Trump's tax returns, McCraw is at the center of the paper's decisions about what news is fit to print.

In Truth in Our Times, McCraw recounts the hard legal decisions behind the most impactful stories of the last decade with candor and style. The book is simultaneously a rare peek behind the curtain of the celebrated organization, a love letter to freedom of the press, and a decisive rebuttal of Trump's fake news slur through a series of hard cases. It is an absolute must-have for any dedicated reader of The New York Times.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250184429
Publisher: St. Martin's Press
Publication date: 03/12/2019
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 30,335
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.30(h) x 2.20(d)

About the Author

DAVID MCCRAW is Deputy General Counsel at The New York Times Company, where he has worked since 2002. He provides legal counsel to the Times newsroom on such issues as libel, freedom of information, access to the courts, litigation and news-gathering. Previously, he was Deputy General Counsel of The New York Daily News. He conducts workshops and performs pro bono work regarding press freedom and freedom of information around the world, and is an adjunct professor at the NYU School of Law.

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CHAPTER 1

Election Day

The failing @NYTimes has been wrong about me from the very beginning. Said I would lose the primaries, then the general election. FAKE NEWS!

— Donald Trump, Jan. 28, 2017

November 8, 2016: At 10:00 p.m. I made one last circuit of the newsroom. Our CEO, Mark Thompson, stood near the political desk, looking on with his wife and a small group of others connected somehow to The Times. Pennsylvania, Wisconsin, and Michigan remained in doubt, but the reality was sinking in: Donald Trump was on the verge of winning the American presidency. I have been in newsrooms on election night before. I know how it is supposed to be. The only thing that ever mattered was the horse race (think Gore-Bush) or the historic moment (think Obama-McCain). There was no investment in which candidate was winning — he (or she) was destined to disappoint in the long run — and the dominant emotion was a certain not-quite-cynical detachment amid the electric buzz of the vote count and projections and the anticipation of relief that the endless push of the campaign was finally over. Sure, you couldn't ignore the victories or the big-picture moments, and the day-after stories would be celebratory in their way — duly restrained but with a nod to victory itself, not unlike the next-day account of a Super Bowl or Game Seven of the World Series.

Capture the triumph for a night or relish the race too close to call. Leave the dancing and the crying for others, for believers. But this night was like no other election night. There had been an investment, not just journalistic but spiritual. Donald Trump had campaigned not just against Hillary Clinton but also against The New York Times and the mainstream American press. And his astonishing rise to the top of the Republican Party had been built on a near-daily attack on facts — on the very idea that facts mattered. For journalists, who approach truth like a secular religion and who had seen a thousand times before how a single true story could gut the political career of a lying politician, it had been a year of faith-shaking disbelief. A line had not just been crossed but obliterated. The shock was palpable as the numbers came in, laced for some with the fading hope for a different outcome among people who generally wanted nothing more than a story worth telling. And there was still a paper to put out, a reckoning to account for.

It was too much on an already long night. I slipped away. At the elevators, I ran into Sue Craig and a guy who was obviously not from The Times. Sue had broken one of the biggest stories of the campaign: she was the one who went to her mailbox one day in September and found pages from Donald Trump's tax returns in an envelope. She introduced me to her acquaintance. He had once worked for Trump. I didn't ask why he was there. Like me, Sue had decided to get away. "It's too weird here," she said. We all got on the elevator: Sue, who had written a devastating story about Trump; me, whose letter to Trump's lawyer had lit up the internet for a week in October; and one of Trump's guys. We rode in silence, a strange tableau on the strangest night of the year.

Fourteen hours earlier, as I came into the building, The Times security guards had called me over. They wanted to make sure I knew about the plans for the next morning. In the quirky ways that things happen at The Times, I had become the lawyer to see for all the things the security guys encountered — from the intruder who pilfered women's shoes to the anonymous letter weaponized with razor blades. The Times was printing thousands of extra newspapers, and tables were going to be set up outside for all the people who would be showing up to buy The New York Times for posterity's sake. (The headline, I learned later, was going to read "Madam President.") We had been caught flat-footed eight years earlier, when Barack Obama had made history. By the time I arrived for work early on the morning after the 2008 election, the line was already starting to snake down the sidewalk. Soon there were hundreds of Obama supporters who thought — why wouldn't they? — that the place to buy a copy of The New York Times was surely at The New York Times. Lots of things happen at The Times building; selling newspapers is not one of them. Employees were pressed into emergency duty to cart bundles of newspapers from The Times printing plant in Queens, and the long lines outside the building stretched on into the afternoon. But it was Obama's victory in 2012 that was on my mind this morning. I vote in a neighborhood that is predominately black and middle class. In 2012, following a drumbeat of stories about how Republicans hoped to suppress voter turnout, I walked into my polling place at a local school eight minutes after it opened. The line already extended back to the schoolhouse doors. "Did y'all sleep here?," a guy wanted to know as he stepped into the foyer. On this morning in 2016, I had arrived again before dawn. I was the only one in line at my precinct's table.

That all seemed like a strangely distant memory as midnight approached. I had made my escape from the building with Sue and the Trump guy. At home, I sat alone in the glow of the TV screen as the states that mattered fell into place for the Republicans. I turned it off. Donald Trump was about to become the president of the United States.

The next morning, in a light drizzle on a gray November day, the newspaper sales tables were set up outside the building as planned. No one stopped. The vendors sat idly amid the stacks. There was no "Madam President" front page. Instead, the headline read "Trump Triumphs," and the first two paragraphs of the lead story talked about how the vote "threatened convulsions throughout the country" and made an early mention of those who "had watched with alarm" the rise of Trump. Nearly half the country had voted for the man. I had just spent a weekend in October back in rural Illinois, in my hometown, and for a moment I allowed myself to see the coverage through the eyes of the rest of America, where, at least for this one night, his victory represented a certain kind of hope that change was going to come at last.

It wasn't that hard. I wasn't one of those people you saw around the building who were real Timesmen and Timeswomen, people you were certain had been destined for the place from the time they were in junior high. My path, from the small-town Midwest to a law degree at age 37 and, a decade later, to The New York Times, had never been foreordained.

On a Thursday morning in May 2002, I said goodbye to the guard at the New York Daily News building on 33rd Street in Manhattan and made my way 10 blocks north to start my new job as a lawyer for The New York Times. I had spent two years at the Daily News, a blue-collar tabloid struggling to survive in the gritty world of New York City journalism, telling the stories of cops and killers, intrigue at City Hall, sex romps gone bad, the slaughter of pedestrians on Queens Boulevard (aka the Boulevard of Death), the shifting fates of the New York Mets, the evil genius of George Steinbrenner, and the workaday indignities of the city's subways. It was only a quick 15-minute walk that separated the News's down-market offices from the gothic temple that was The Times, a paper we loathed and resented and envied in more or less equal parts. When I occasionally showed up for news industry meetings at The Times, I would be led through a winding corridor where every wall was lined with outsized plaques, one for each of its dozens of Pulitzer Prize winners, every step seemingly a reminder of one's own unworthiness and lack of belonging.

Three decades earlier, as a brand-new journalism graduate from the University of Illinois, I had taken a job at the Quad-City Times in Davenport, Iowa. While I was there, the city council decided to hire a New York City police official as the new chief of police. Our city editor placed a call to one of the clerks who ran the "morgue" at The New York Times, that ancient catacomb in which a team was employed to clip each day's newspaper and carefully place the articles into drawers of endless filing cabinets, stored away forever for future research. The editor from Davenport was hoping to find a little background on the new chief.

"Hello," he said, "my name is Mike McGreevy, and I am the city editor at the Quad-City Times in Davenport, Iowa."

"I couldn't be more impressed," the clerk said.

To me, a small-town kid from Illinois working as a journalist in a small city in Iowa, a million light-years from New York, that said it all, what it was like to be The New York Times. When I tell this story later to colleagues at The Times, they invariably say the place isn't like that now, and they are right, and maybe it was never really so offhanded in its arrogance, although no one ever doubts the story happened.

And for all of the paper's deeply held tradition, the narrative of my time at The Times was a narrative of change. The day I walked through the door on 43rd Street in 2002, the company owned 20 newspapers in places from Santa Rosa, California, and Gadsden, Alabama, to Boston and Paris. It had TV stations around the Midwest and the South. The Times website, nytimes.com, had been in existence for six years, but the heartbeat of The New York Times remained the thunder of printing presses and the sound of newspaper bundles hitting sidewalks. As it had been for decades, the paper was a singular voice in American journalism, setting the agenda for hundreds of smaller news outlets. The business of being an in-house media lawyer had changed little over the preceding decades. I vetted stories for legal problems, oversaw a handful of libel lawsuits, and answered reporters' questions about newsgathering. Interesting work, and The Times provided a platform like no other for lawyering as well as for journalism.

By the time Donald Trump made his improbable run for president, much of that had changed. The Times had exited the broadcast industry and sold off all of its other newspapers. It was in an existential fight to remain a relevant and powerful global news provider while reinventing itself as a digital publisher in a media ecosystem marked by ruthless competition for ad dollars, an explosion of pitchfork partisanship, and a head-spinning cultural war over the very nature of truth. Governments had long embraced secrecy but, post-9/11, in a nation unnerved by terrorism, the expanding national security state erected endless barriers for journalists trying to cover the inner workings of government and America's global ambitions. That rising tide of secrecy was met by leaks of startling proportion and audacity. WikiLeaks was able to make hundreds of thousands of pages of secret government documents available instantly and globally. Edward Snowden walked away with more data than it was possible to quantify. It was no longer the world of Daniel Ellsberg and the Pentagon Papers.

The work of reporters was changing as well. Tweeting became both a form of journalism and, as a president with a cell phone would prove, the subject of journalism. The grim reality of foreign correspondents' new place in the world was horrifyingly captured by the video of James Foley being beheaded by ISIS in Syria. Reporters, once viewed by all sides as honest brokers in a conflict zone, had become soft targets.

Those same disruptive forces transformed what it meant to be a lawyer for The Times. With no training and no warning, I became the go-to person when our journalists were kidnapped, hurt in war zones, or detained by hostile governments. I spent every day for seven months working to free a reporter after he was kidnapped in Afghanistan in 2008. Three months after his return, it started all over again with a phone call on a Saturday morning as I walked across a grocery store parking lot: two more journalists had been kidnapped by the Taliban. Even my core work pivoted. As secrecy spread across every level of government, we doubled down on trying to unlock the information that the government did not want us to see. Over the course of a decade, I brought dozens of suits seeking government documents hidden from view. I stood with our editors when they decided to publish classified information that shed light on the surveillance of Americans and the government's misconduct and its misguided policies abroad. As The Times became a true global news source, libel suits were brought against us in Greece and China, Iraq and Indonesia, India and France. And it was all happening as the sheer pace of journalism accelerated in a way that was unimaginable a decade before — unrelenting deadlines around the clock, with fewer editing hands touching copy as stories were instantly launched to an audience that was everywhere. We were sued over a tweet in 2011. Law, ever slow to change and deeply bound by tradition and form, was plunged headfirst into its own uncharted digital future.

How much my world had changed had become self-evident in the fever pitch of the 2016 presidential campaign. One morning in October I wrote a letter to Donald Trump's lawyers defending our story about two women who said Trump had groped them. In ways, it was not so different from dozens of lawyer letters I had written before to those unhappy with what The Times had done. Only this one landed in the white heat of the campaign, and it pointedly suggested that Trump's reputation, at least when it came to the treatment of women, was so tarnished it could be tarnished no more. It ended with an invitation to the candidate to sue us if he really believed the First Amendment didn't protect The Times. Because his letter had been published online, we too launched ours onto the internet, where it was swept up in the cascading tide of social media. Millions of people on Twitter and Facebook and whoknowswhat.com read it and passed it on, over and over again. It became, thanks to the internet and the singular stature of The New York Times, an artifact of the 2016 campaign, a 17-sentence defense of press freedom and the right of women to stand up to the powerful. Old-school lawyering met its social media moment.

That digital flash moment had pretty much dimmed by the morning after the election, as I made my way to The Times Legal Department, as if it were just another day at the office, which it certainly wouldn't be. I couldn't help but think about what the press had learned over the course of a bruising campaign, what it needed to be now as it stepped forward into the uncertainties of a Trump presidency. Whatever your politics were, it was impossible not to understand that we had become a country of breach, divided in fundamental ways. There was a time, 50 years ago, when a free press had helped heal a country torn by racism and inequality and the war in Vietnam by staying loyal to the truth, reporting the hard facts, and forcing America to confront its worst demons.

But this time? Could the press play that role again, could it be the honest broker that never lost sight of the public's best interest? Or had something fundamental changed in the nature of the American public, or in the nature of the American press, or in the symbiotic relationship between the two?

Wherever we were going, the one thing you knew for certain was that the central player in whatever narrative was to come would be Trump himself. He was unlike any politician America had ever seen before. Trump talked unscripted to reporters more than any president in recent history, yet he savagely lashed out at the press in public. He demanded that the laws of libel be changed so it would be easier for people like him to sue. He egged on crowds to jeer the working journalists at his rallies. Articles that challenged his leadership, his ethics, his honesty, or his popularity were denounced as fake news. In Trump's world, there were "alternative facts" when the truth became too inconvenient. All the things I had believed to be self-evident about the place of press freedom in America — its value, its necessity, its centrality to democracy — were under siege and no longer seemed so certain. There was a war going on for the hearts and minds of the American people, and like it or not, America's press was pinned down in the middle of it.

It was a hell of a time to be a lawyer for The New York Times.

CHAPTER 2

Reckless Disregard

My lawyers want to sue the failing @nytimes so badly for irresponsible intent. I said no (for now), but they are watching. Really disgusting.

— Donald Trump, Sept. 17, 2016

Oh good. So you are against a free press. You thin skinned manchild. Maybe they should sue you for defamation.

— Response from a Twitter user

The email popped up in my inbox on November 3, with just days to go before the election. "David, hi, I'm a contributing editor at "New York magazine, and I'd like to write a short piece on your lawyer-letter-heard-'round-the-world for our annual Reasons to Love New York issue. Would you have time next week for an interview?"

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

Preface ix

1 Election Day 1

2 Reckless Disregard 10

3 Mystery Mail and the Box in the Courthouse 27

4 Tax Day 40

5 Day of the Gaggle 59

6 Us vs. Us 79

7 The Leaks Police 108

8 The Don of Defamation 132

9 Fake Fake News 152

10 Insecure 174

11 Weinstein & Co. 197

12 Alice in FOIA-land 216

13 A World of Trouble 235

14 One Morning a Letter 256

Afterword: The First Amendment Is Dead: A Love Story 271

Acknowledgments 277

Index 279

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Truth in Our Times: Inside the Fight for Press Freedom in the Age of Alternative Facts 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
oldwarden 5 months ago
An engaging read about the state of journalism today, and of the threats to the freedom of the press. The author, in his position as Deputy General Counsel to the New York Times (NYT), is in the perfect position to write this book. He has witnessed so much in his career. The book covers the events that have occurred during the NYT's history. But where it really shines is in describing the current battles with Donald Trump. Thank God for McCraw and the NYT, or else we might not have any freedom of the press left! Great read for people interested in the Constitution, journalism, the law, or current events.
Jamie Brydone-Jack 9 months ago
Big, Smoochy Kiss for the First Amendment I am not quite sure what I was expecting when I chose this book, but it was a far more compelling and insightful read than I imagined it would be. I was drawn to it because I wanted to see what the lawyer for the New York Times had to say about the topic since The Times seem to have been embroiled in a battle with the Trump Administration since the president's inauguration. I was curious about The Times side of the story. While the book does spend a fair portion discussing The Times versus Trump, it is far more than that. It is a riveting combination of legal history about the First Amendment as well as an in-the-moment professional memoir of the fight to keep one of our most sacred amendments to the law of the land intact. Trump is not the only one looked at here; any politician who has attempted to diminish the First Amendment up for scrutiny. The author pulls you into the surprisingly interesting world of a media lawyer to a big-name news outlet that is regularly called out by those in the highest government positions. He calls himself a “raging moderate,” which is a phrase I love and might adopt myself. You get the sense that he not only appreciates the First Amendment because it is a part of his job, but rather he sees it as one of the cornerstones necessary for a true democracy. Shame on those who want to dismantle this freedom, either by blunt force or slowly chipping away at it. The book presents a solid case about why it is important to have free speech and free press in a democracy. It lays bare the dangers if they are flouted or threatened. I thought, perhaps, when I started reading the book that it might be an interesting subject but a boring read (legalese, you know), but I couldn't have been more wrong. Because the author keeps us mostly in the moment, only summarizing occasionally, it was as much of a page-turner as any good thriller fiction. I think those on both sides of the debate of fake news should read this book to get a glimpse of how the First Amendment works from the inside, not just as an ideal. It gives you a better sense of the forces at work in the country today and what is at stake. It’s a big smoochy kiss to the First Amendment, and I think it needs a little lovin’ at the moment!