Following from Mahesh Vijapurkar;
Alan Rasbridger's last piece as Guardian Editor
This, if you’re reading the
physical paper – which, of course, you are not – is my last edition as editor.
In just over 20 years we have put nearly 7,500 papers “to bed”, as almost no
one says nowadays. At some point in the 24-hour, seamlessly rolling digital
news cycle, you’ll have a new editor. I will have slipped away and my successor, Katharine Viner,
will have materialised at the helm.
Since 1821 there have been just 10 editors of the Guardian – or 11 if you
count Russell Scott Taylor, the 18-year-old who helped edit for a brief period
in the 1840s. The greatest of them, CP Scott, managed 57 years in the hot seat.
His son, Ted, drowned on Windermere only three years into his stint. Twenty
years is, give or take, about the average.
The paper I joined in 1979 felt
in some ways like a family firm, and in a sense, it still is. I started on the
same July Monday as Nick Davies, who went on to become one of the
finest reporters of his generation. His career led him into investigations,
mine initially into descriptive reporting, columns and features. From the day I
arrived, the Guardian felt like a warm bath – a place of sanctuary for free
thought and writing.
And I was very firmly a writer:
it never occurred to me that I would ever edit any bit of the Guardian, let
alone be let loose on the whole thing. I even left at one point, to take my
writing elsewhere. But in late 1988 the Guardian badly needed a Weekend magazine
to answer the rather brilliant Saturday glossy that had just been launched by
the Independent. For some reason, Peter Preston, the Guardian’s then editor,
asked me to do it.
I had been diverted down a
different journalistic path – one that would lead me, via the launch of G2 in
1992, to take over the editor’s chair on 13 January 1995. I knew enough of the
Guardian’s history to feel utterly overawed by the responsibility. Please,
please let me not drop the vase.
But, of course, the Guardian is
much bigger than any one editor. A rival kindly took me out to lunch soon after
I started and reassured me: “If I take a day off, there are six assistant
editors who have a completely different view of what my paper should be. If you
take the day off, the building itself would produce the Guardian.”
He was right. There is – through
a combination of cultural osmosis, ownership and watchful readers – an
incredibly strong shared idea of what the Guardian is, even if the job is to
reinterpret it for each generation, “in the same spirit as heretofore”.
My first edition appeared the
following day, as if nothing had happened, with the splash headline: “EU moves
to tighten frontiers”. Plus ca change.
During the first 170-odd years of the Guardian’s life there
were, of course, enormous challenges and changes, not least the transformative
decision to move from Manchester to London in 1964. But the essentials of
newspaper life were the same in 1995, when I took over from Peter Preston, as
they had been in 1821, when the paper was launched in response to the Peterloo
Massacre of 1819.
Stories were told in words and
(more recently) pictures – still black and white, the “proper” medium for news
20 years ago. The rhythm of the day built up to one main deadline, around
9.30pm. We knew the cost of paper, ink, printing and distribution, and could
flex the price of advertising, and of the newspaper itself. The readership was
overwhelmingly in the UK, and if they ever wanted to get in touch, they did so
by phone or letter. It was a world of known knowns.
Twenty
years later, we swim in unknown unknowns. We still tell stories in text and
pictures, but the words are as likely to be in the form of live blogs as
stories. We have learned to use moving pictures as well as stills. We work in
audio, interactives, data, graphics and any combination of the above. We
distribute our journalism across multiple channels, platforms and devices,
including live discussion and debate. We’re on the iWatch; we’re in bed with
Facebook; we’re still in the corner shop.
Two thirds of our readership is now outside of the UK: we
publish continuously. Virtually all our readers can themselves now be
publishers and can connect with one another, and anyone else, as well as us.
They contribute to the Guardian in ways that were unimaginable even 15 years
ago.
On top of all that, we still produce a newspaper. Or, more
precisely, two. The Observer, 30 years older than the Guardian, is in really
good health under John Mulholland.
The economic model of what we now do is still in its infancy.
Twenty years ago, no one asked a newspaper editor about their business model.
Now it’s one of the first questions. And, of course, the Guardian – though
extremely financially secure today compared with many periods in its past – is
no more immune than any of its rivals to the need to find a sustainable basis
for what it does.
Some publishers have decided to erect walls around their digital
content and insist on payment. The polar opposites are represented by the
Guardian and the Times of London, the latter of which today claims a daily
digital audience of around 281,000. In April the Guardian was read by more than
7 million unique browsers a day. On an equal accounting basis, we’re losing (or
investing) about the same amount of money. You’ll have to come back in 10 or
even 20 years time to find out who judged the future best. But the Guardian –
still the eighth-biggest newspaper in the UK – is now vying with the New York
Times for the mantle of largest serious English-language newspaper website in
the world.
So much
for the numbers. While sorting through 20 years’ worth of assorted papers in
recent weeks – I’m a hoarder rather than a chucker – I made mental divisions
for the past two decades. First came the Libel Years, during which it felt as
if the Guardian was never out of one court or another. Almost as soon as I took
over, there was a procession of MPs, cabinet ministers, lobbyists,
cult-busters, quack doctors, corporations, police officers, banks and rich
playboys queuing up to injunct or sue us.
There is – thank goodness – much less libel around these days,
but those battles were often epic, costly and immensely time-consuming. If you
won – which,
mostly, we did – they
could even be fun. Mostly, they were nerve-racking and exhausting. I’m not
sorry to see the slow decline of the London libel industry, and hope that we,
alongside other newspapers and free-speech organisations, played a small part
in helping to finish it off. And a big thank you to all m’learned friends from
over the years. You were expensive. But good.
Then came the
first Internet Years, during which – under Ian Katz’s leadership –
we created a website that didn’t fall into the trap of simply replicating
online what we did in print. Ian and his team saw early on that this was a
medium that was, in many important respects, quite different from print, and
created a digital Guardian Unlimited that played by the new rules of the game.
Then there was an interlude with the print Format Wars – a
response to the bold move by the Independent and Times to switch from
broadsheet publishing to tabloid. The Indie even announced that it would
henceforth be a “viewspaper”, not a newspaper – a startling declaration of
intent that got lost in the excitement about size.
For various reasons – not least the amount of classified
advertising we still took in print at that point – tabloid didn’t really work
for us. We needed new presses anyway – the cost of any format was neutral – and
opted for the
European Berliner size.
The paper that took shape in the hands of
designer Mark Porter and deputy editor Paul Johnson (and, at the Observer, with
former editor Roger Alton) was a thing of beauty and flexibility. But, even as
we installed the new Man Roland presses, we knew they were likely to be the
last we ever bought. In retrospect, it’s not clear that the changes in printed
format transformed the fortunes of anyone – big, little or medium.
The next phase was the Social Web, or Web 2.0,
as it was first called. Emily Bell, by then editing our digital output and our
resident seer, quickly pronounced this to be as important as the web itself.
There was a fork in the road, she warned us: we could fence ourselves off from
this social, economic, cultural and publishing revolution, or we could embrace
it wholeheartedly. Open or closed? We went for open.
An early
experiment was Comment Is Free, launched
by Georgina Henry in
2006 as a way of immensely broadening and diversifying the pool of Guardian
commentary – not just the “above the line” writers, but the hundreds of
thousands of you who flooded in to debate and argue in a way that had never
previously been possible.
We had to devise new rules and conventions. A new breed of
journalist – comment moderators – was born in order to handle the avalanche of
opinion. We had created a new democracy of expression, which was sometimes
uncomfortable, but mostly rich and absorbing, and sometimes even exhilarating.Our
most recent design, overseen by our head of digital strategy
Wolfgang Blau, took this journey still further.
And,
finally, there were the stories: about crooked bungs; politicians on the take;
corporations dodging tax; toxic spills; unethical policing; lethal policing;
torture and rendition; female mutilation; drugs; food production; pill-peddlers
and much more.
Wikileaks,
in 2010, felt, and was, enormous: the biggest leak of diplomatic and
intelligence cables the world had then seen. But then came phone-hacking – Nick Davies’s extraordinary
seven-year slog of reporting gradually shone a light on the crimes, evasions
and deceptions of the most powerful news company in the world.
Davies’s
reporting stopped a vast, ruthless media monopoly from effectively doubling in
size – with all the consequences for power, democracy, regulation and even
policing that went with that. The best defence that the Murdochs – son, father
and associates – could muster was that it was out of control. Any other
response would have been too corporately apocalyptic to contemplate.
British journalism as an occasionally thoughtless bloodsport has
as a result, I think, been checked a little, though I know not all my fellow
editors either agree or apAnd then came Edward
Snowden, with his astonishing insights into the way the surveillance
business had been industrialised since 9/11, so that – without any kind of
meaningful informed consent - countless millions of people the world over have
had their data scooped up, stored and analysed.
Judges, congressmen, lawyers, presidents, legislators, internet
giants and academics around the world pored over the Guardian stories, so
surely edited by US editor Janine Gibson. Only this month the
US phone dragnet that
had secretly violated the privacy of millions of Americans every day since
October 2001 was shut down. This was perhaps inevitable after the programme’s
overwhelming rejection by Congress, and after a US court of appeal ruled that
the bulk collection of telephone metadata revealed by Snowden was unlawful.
The Pulitzer
prize for public service was
our reward. Snowden, who made the kind of sacrifice most of us would find hard
even to contemplate, must, alas, wait for his own form of absolution and just
recognition.
There have
been other recent successes – deputy editor Katharine Viner’s brilliant launch
of Guardian Australia – as part of our international
expansion; Rob Evans’s long, dogged campaign to drag Prince
Charles’s political correspondence into
the open; our recent campaign to treat climate change with the
gravity and impact it deserves; Maggie O’Kane’s forceful crusade
against female
genital mutilation …
and much more.
Independent in perpetuity
As I’ve cleared my shelves and sorted through fading ephemera, I
have, of course, reflected on what the Guardian is – and what it is to be an
editor.
When John
Scott, one of the sons of CP, decided to place the Manchester Guardian into a
trust, he consulted Churchill’s future lord chancellor, Gavin Simonds, who told
him: “It seems to me that you are trying to do something very repugnant to the
law of England. You are trying to divest yourself of a property right.”
That was precisely what Scott was trying to do. Sir William
Haley, later editor of the Times, said: “He could have been a rich man; he
chose a spartan existence. And, when he made up his mind to divest himself of
all beneficial interest [in the Guardian], he did so with as little display of
emotion as if he has been solving an algebraical problem. Most men making so
large a sacrifice would have exacted at least the price of an attitude.”
The decision of the Scott family to give up all financial
interest in the Guardian must rank high among the great historic acts of
public-minded philanthropy. In doing so, they created an ownership structure
with only two purposes: to secure the future of the Guardian in perpetuity, and
to protect its independence in all situations, at all costs and against all
comers.
The
perpetuity bit is, of course, always a work in progress – though building an
endowment of around £1bn is certainly a strong foundation for the future. The
role of the Guardian Media Group – the “commercial” wing of the operation – has
been crucial.
The independence given to us by the trust manifests itself in a
hundred ways. Before the recent general election, 200 of us sat in a room one
lunchtime to decide which party, if any, to endorse. There was no message
filtering down from above, explicit or implicit. Rightly, or wrongly, the
decision was ours alone.
The same spirit is there every morning, when anyone on staff can
come to the morning conference – to listen, to contribute, to challenge or to
absorb. It was there when the insurers in the Aitken libel action urged our
co-defendants, Granada TV, to surrender – while the Scott Trust told us to
fight on. It was there when the state and assorted politicians came knocking to
get them to pull the plug on the Snowden stories. The trust had the absolute
answer: we can’t.
As we’ve
seen, they can break the law while delving into private lives in reasonable
confidence that no one will stop them, not even the police or regulator. They
can have a disproportionate influence in shaping debates – if only by excluding
any contrary arguments. One voice can dominate an entire newspaper, from the
front page, throughout the reporting and the editorial columns to a select few
allowed to be commentators.
People do still bend their knee to this kind of power, even in
an age when the influence of mainstream media is supposed to be waning. In my
modest fashion, I’ve experienced it at first hand. And, in a way, I’m glad of that.
I want strong institutions of the fourth estate. In a world of globalised,
distant, often unaccountable power, a countervailing source of scrutiny and
influence is needed more than ever.
But I’ve
never wanted the Guardian to be my voice – nor would my Guardian colleagues
have wanted or allowed it. Scott saw clearly that a newspaper had to shun “the
temptations of a monopoly … the voice of opponents no less than that of friends
has a right to be heard”.
I don’t know that I’ve always lived up to Scott’s ideal in that,
but it was important to me that the Guardian had, for instance, a Simon
Jenkins, a Max
Hastings or aMatthew
d’Ancona as well as
writers who swam more easily with our liberal currents.
Giving away power
The
Guardian has had the
strength to withstand all the attacks launched in response to our journalism
during the past 20 years – and there have been many. But we drew our resilience
from the power of the institution, not of any individual.
But the power of an editor has always made me nervous. Early in
my editorship I gave away significant power: the power of correction. It seemed
obvious to me that journalism, as an imperfect medium, will always include
mistakes – and that the very last person to adjudicate on whether or not an
error had been made was the person responsible for the error in the first
place.
I have never forgotten this tell-it-like it is description of a
newspaper by the Washington Post’s David Broder: “[A] partial, hasty,
incomplete, inevitably somewhat flawed and inaccurate rendering of some of the
things we have heard about in the past 24 hours – distorted, despite our best
efforts to eliminate gross bias, by the very process of compression that makes
it possible for you to lift it from the doorstep and read it in about an hour.
If we labelled the product accurately, then we could immediately add: ‘But it’s
the best we could do under the circumstances, and we will be back tomorrow,
with a corrected and updated version.’”
And so, since 1997, anyone who thinks the Guardian has got
something wrong can bypass the editor and appeal
to someone who is
himself not answerable to the editor, but to the Scott Trust. I cannot
interfere in his judgments, nor edit the
weekly column in which
he is free to criticise the paper or expose our weaknesses.
Something like this is commonplace in American newspapers, and
elsewhere, but is still not the rule in the UK. You can see why. If, as editor,
you greatly savour the view from the bully pulpit, then it makes no sense at
all to appoint a truly independent umpire.
More
recently, I gave away more power – creating an editorial board to oversee the
comment pages and leader columns. We did not completely follow the US model, in
which the executive editor of, say, the Washington Post or New York Times has
no say at all over the opinion pages. I remained editor of the whole Guardian.
But I did want to create a clear divide between the business of news and
comment, and to give the editorial board, headed by Jonathan Freedland, the
freedom (and time) to think for themselves. Of course, CP Scott famously
articulated the separation in his 1921 essay. One was free, the other sacred.
As usual, he was right.
Next week, for the first time in 20 years, I will have stepped
off the hamster wheel of news. The Guardian is in good shape, its reach,
influence and endowment bigger than anything imaginable at the time John Scott
made his noble and philanthropic sacrifice.
I have been blessed with wonderful colleagues, whom I shall miss
terribly – only a very few of them named here. Katharine Viner will be a
wonderful 11th (or even 12th) editor of the paper. Next year I will head (as
well as Lady Margaret Hall at Oxford University – founded, like the Guardian,
in the cause of reform) the institution I have come to cherish beyond all other
in the media: the
Scott Trustitself.
I will say goodbye to colleagues in person. But please, readers,
accept this as my farewell to you, along with my intense gratitude for your
support, engagement, response and argument over many years. I know many of you have
now become “members” of the Guardian, as we open the paper up even
more to live and physical experience.
I’ve noticed that some of the most devoted readers tend to
carbon-date themselves by editor. “I started with Wadsworth,” an elderly
loyalist might say; or “I began reading under Hetherington.”
But, in the end, we editors just pass through. We all know that
you, the readers, are the real carriers of the flame.
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