by Sorana Stanescu | Oct 15, 2019 | Personal Reflections
We visited nine cities from coast to coast in the past eight weeks – even more, counting Ely and New Ulm, Minn. None of the others made an everlasting impression on me the way Chicago has. That skyline is hard to forget. And it’s not just the skyline, it’s the story...
by Martin Kibaba | Oct 15, 2019 | Journalism, Personal Reflections
This year I have had the opportunity to visit America as a World Press Institute Fellow. When an email this spring confirmed my selection to the program, I couldn’t believe it. But it was real. I am a journalist from Uganda, a country famous for the worst record of...
by Saara Koho | Oct 13, 2019 | Journalism, Journalism in the Trump Era, Personal Reflections, Political Coverage, Politics
In my home country, Finland, the great majority of newspapers are non-affiliated and independent. Party newspapers and reporters are a curiosity. That is why I have been surprised to notice how openly partisan many American journalists are. Some of them don’t seek...
by Kate Bartlett | Oct 11, 2019 | American Presidency, Journalism in the Trump Era, Personal Reflections, Politics, Presidential Election
I had a run-in with ”the Mooch” recently. I spoke to former White House adviser Anthony Scaramucci outside an event of his in Austin, Texas, and, um, it got a bit awkward. When he learned I was from South Africa, the Mooch said sarcastically that he supposed things...
by Saara Koho | Oct 6, 2019 | Nuclear Policy and Security, Nuclear Threats and Security, Personal Reflections, Politics
I grew up in a border town in Finland. The nearest Russian town, Svetogorsk, was only a few miles away from my home. Living so near to a gigantic and powerful neighbor was often unsettling. St. Petersburg was closer to us than our own capital Helsinki. Could the...
by Kate Bartlett | Oct 3, 2019 | Changes in Journalism, Personal Reflections
The first newsroom I worked in had rats, and I’m not just speaking about the bosses. It was in an old two-story shophouse in Phnom Penh, and we frequently saw vermin in the kitchen. The computers were out of the 1980s and the walls were stained. On humid, rainy...
