https://johnkassnews.com/the-loss-of-tru...acy-media/
Fun read by John Kass who was driven out of the Chicago Tribune, giving a speech at Hillsdale College.

"...But legacy media wasn’t interested in the fact that the federally convicted Chicago bagman Tony Rezko helped buy Obama’s first home in Hyde Park, or what that means. They didn’t want to know he was a creature of the political machine. Manipulating narratives replaced reporting and analysis.

The Tribune broke the story about bagman Rezko and Obama’s first dreamhouse in 2006, but it didn’t even make the Tribune’s own front page.

What does that tell you?

As the beat reporter or political reporter in Chicago at the time, I got a lot of calls from the New Yorker and the New York Times. But they didn’t want to hear anything about Tony Rezko.

All these people said they wanted to know the real story about Barack Obama, but they really didn’t want to hear that real story.

I’d tell them he’s a silky. He’s a socialist. I tried to tell them the fact that his beautiful mansion in Hyde Park Chicago was secured by the corrupt Rezko, and they didn’t want to hear that. And so I saw first hand that what we now call the legacy media—of which I was a part back then—had a certain way of dealing with the truth and the narrative. Which was to ignore it.

They would select the narrative and shape it and they didn’t want some yokel from Chicago, some peasant gumshoe telling them what they already knew but didn’t want you to know it.

They didn’t want to you to know about that Barack Obama....


In February 2003 the E2 nightclub disaster happened. 21 young people were trampled to death in a locked stairwell.

A fight broke out on a Saturday night and one of the security guards tried to use pepper spray to break it up. People smelled that pepper spray and panicked and ran for the doors, but they couldn’t get out because the doors were locked.

So, the next morning on Sunday I was driving out there and pulled up.

Cops knew me so they let me pull up.

And there was Barack, hands in his pockets, posing like a sad, lonely man. He said the owners were friends of his. He was sad the kids had died.

Across the street were weekend news crews, the legacy media’s Obama hagiography machine was taking shape.

They hadn’t recognized him, but the weekend crews knew me and they complained that I was on the other side of the police line.

“They know me,” I said. “When they get here, they’ll ask you questions. Get out of here if you don’t want to answer.”

He loped away fast...."