Although it happened in early July after ethically challenged Congressman Gary Condit finally admitted to police that he’d had an adulterous affair with 24-year-old Chandra Levy, it’s hard to say precisely when the media’s obsession with the missing person case slipped into predictable absurdity.
Was it the night CNBC’s Geraldo Rivera dialed up one of Condit’s old motorcycle buddies to discuss on the air whether Condit had had a vasectomy? (That, of course, to answer the stitched-together what-if, “What if Chandra was pregnant at the time of her disappearance?”) The buddy said yes. Geraldo then quoted a “trusted” former FBI agent who insisted he had information that Levy had menstruated in late April, so she couldn’t have been pregnant.
Was it the night when Fox News Channel’s Paula Zahn, conducting her approximately seventy-eighth Levy-related interview in prime time, asked spiritual teacher Sylvia Browne where Levy’s body was? Unlike everyone else in America, Browne knew the answer; Levy’s body was located near “some trees down in a marshy area…but this girl is not alive.”
: How do you know that, Sylvia?
: Because I’m a psychic.
Was it when San Francisco Chronicle writer Dave Ford wrote “Condit’s private life wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t lied about being involved with a young woman who remains missing” (emphasis added)? Because, naturally, if Condit had held a press conference the day Levy was declared missing and announced he’d had an extramarital affair with the intern and talked to her right up to the time of her disappearance, his private life would have been of no interest to reporters.
But that’s what happens when the national press decides to tell a scandal story they like; preferred narrative trumps fact every time. The press doesn’t have a clue about whether Condit played any role in Levy’s disappearance, but that’s not really the point. Journalism today, particularly the bold brand perfected in Washington over the past decade, has become such an odd, arrogant animal it no longer plays by any recognizable rules. In the wake of Katharine Graham’s passing, her beloved Washington Post suffered an unwelcome reminder of just how badly its game has slipped since the paper’s heady Watergate days. The Post was forced to run a lengthy recantation when a Modesto, California, minister admitted to the FBI that he had fabricated the story about his daughter having an affair with Condit seven years ago. The Post ran that irrelevant gossip as a page-one exclusive, even though it never confirmed the story with the daughter or the Congressman. Remember when Woodward and Bernstein had to three-source their stories?