I Was There: Brian Williams & The Embellishment of Truth

This article originally appeared on Gate37 in February 2015. 

By now you’ve heard about NBC news anchor Brian Williams and his ‘misremembering’ of an incident during his time reporting in Iraq. The fabulation has earned him the dubious honor of near-immediate memeification, with photos of his face set against the words ‘I was there’ (or photoshopped riding shotgun next to 2PAC) showing up as comments on news stories all over the internet. Williams might be taking six months leave from his job, but his face, and now sullied reputation are all over the place.

Americans have always had a peculiar relationship with their television news anchors since the advent of the format. Walter Cronkite, Peter Jennings, and their square-jawed peers have been unofficial paternal figures for a huge nation pointed towards their screens in the evening to be consoled, informed or terrified. That’s why Brian Williams’ recent fall from grace has gotten so much attention.

Williams is known in equal for his journalism and for his seemingly unlimited capacity for self-ridicule on ‘30 Rock’ and various late night shows, including on the Daily Show. There is something comfortingly circular about his many appearances on Jon Stewart’s eviscerating show, which in many ways has replaced the mainstream news as a source of information about domestic US politics and foreign affairs. According to numbers on activist site Take Part, a mere “29 percent of Americans say that news organizations generally get the facts straight, and more than half of Americans say that news stories are often inaccurate”. You can blame Peter Arnett, Dan Rather, Lara Logan, and now Brian Williams for that. Entertainment Tonight – bastion of level-headed analysis – has even suggested Williams should take up the mantle at the Daily Show now that Stewart is stepping down.

Jumping ship to a comedy network notwithstanding, discussions around this latest debacle bring up some interesting questions. While facts should undoubtedly remain the ultimate cornerstone of news reporting, is a little creative license really such a heinous act? We operate in a daily environment where is facts and accurate portrayal of reality have become overrated when it comes to telling overarching narratives about the contemporary world. Demanding pure undistilled truth from our peers, as we all busy ourselves with the permanent editing and embellishment of our own lives and narratives through our own media channels seems a bit odd.

Decades ago, Ryszard Kapuściński, one of Poland’s most celebrated authors and arguably the world’s most acclaimed foreign correspondent, wrote dispatches from dozens of the world’s conflict zones. He witnessed revolutions and coups in Africa and Latin America. He told his country, and later the world, about some of the events that define humanity as we experience it today. John Updike worshipped him. Gabriel García Márquez called him “the true master of journalism.” But, as a Slate piece that ran the week of his death in 2007 clearly states, “there’s one fact about the celebrated war correspondent and idol of New York’s literary class that didn’t get any serious attention this week. It’s widely conceded that Kapuściński routinely made up things in his books. The New York Times obituary, which calls Kapuściński a “globe-trotting journalist,” negotiates its way around the master’s unique relationship with the truth diplomatically, stating that his work was “often tinged with magical realism” and used “allegory and metaphors to convey what was happening.””

Do Kapuściński’s fabulations make him less of a truth-teller? I don’t think so. The creativity of his non-fiction told a greater over-arching narrative that goes beyond the cataloguing of facts. He told a Story. In 2015, between the constant news cycle on television, the increasingly prompt outrage cycle online, Fox News, our friends’ social media feeds and ISIS, we live in an age of excruciatingly permanent media, political and personal propaganda. If a lie tells a story that needs to be told, and that reveals a larger truth, so be it. That might not be what Brian Williams was doing – his ambitions might have been more vain – but that shouldn’t stop others from embellishing if they’re telling a wider truth.

The Misguided Lebanese Debate over Mia Khalifa and Porn

The Lebanese proclivity towards double standards and instant moral indignation is staggering. Case in point: the absolute shitstorm caused by the sudden awareness that a woman of Lebanese origins enjoys sex and has chosen to make a profession of acting in pornographic films.

The moral indignation about Mia Khalifa, presumably the first Lebanese pornstar, is wrong for two reasons. First and foremost, as a woman, she is free to do as she pleases with her body. Secondly, as a sentient human being with agency, who lives halfway across the world, she is in charge of her own life and owes absolutely nothing to the country where she happened to be born. There is this odd perception that being Lebanese is a vocation and a duty first and that your personal life comes second.

The lack of appreciation of her success is odd given that the Lebanese are famous for latching onto the successes of anyone who has ever come close to a Cedar tree. We claim fourth generation Mexicans as our own just because they’re successful. Why aren’t we proud of this woman skyrocketing to the top of her chosen profession. Why are we proud of Carlos Ghosn or Shakira? Is sex really that terrifying? Lebanese pop culture is one of the most highly pornographic I have ever come across. While there might not be any actual nudity or penetration, every hyper-suggestive pop video, every glistening TV host, every drama filmed in a producer’s porn-set-like home: the aesthetic is pure porn. We’re just comfortable with it as long as the sex is left out of it. As for the double standards, if the top male pornstar on Pornhub was Lebanese and had the world’s most prolific dick, everyone would be sharing stories about it with pride.

For the record, I don’t think we should be particularly proud of Mia Khalifa, we should just be indifferent. She’s doing a job she chose, in a regulated industry, no different to banking. Actually, it’s probably more regulated than banking. I certainly don’t think she’s our last frontier against ISIS as some have suggested. She is a 21-year old in Florida who has made a decision for herself, with absolutely no wider implications.

However, the conversation we should be having is one about the increasing place of porn in mainstream sex lives. There have been a barrage of think pieces on the issue, TED talks, and even a spate of films, such as Don Jon and Shame, about sex and porn addiction. When I was in school in the 90s in London, we had a porn dealer, who’d steal tattered copies of Hustler from his dad’s collection and flog them for 50p on the playground. Today increasingly younger boys and girls are growing up with increasingly hardcore representations of what sex can be. That’s what we should be focussing on, not one actress who is absolutely not the problem in the hyper-masculine environment she operates in.

If you want to steer your indignation at something, look at the increasingly omni-present porn industry. Pornhub is one of the most visited sites on the internet, well ahead of the BBC and CNN. One of the biggest porn production houses on earth, Brazzers, is co-founded by a Lebanese guy living in Montreal, who went to Concordia, a university every Lebanese mom is proud to boast her son went to. Why aren’t you angry at him?

The Best of 2014

Best Films
Locke. 
Nightcrawler. 
What We Do In The Shadows. 
Guardians of the Galaxy. 
Leviathan. 

Best TV
Fargo. 
Orange is the New Black. 
True Detective. 
Last Week Tonight with Jon Oliver. 
Orphan Black. 

Best Music 
St Vincent , "St Vincent" 
The War On Drugs, 'Lost In The Dream'
fka twigs, "LP1"
Jack White, "Lazaretto"
Alt-J, 'This Is All Yours'

Best Books 
Little Failure: A Memoir, Gary Shteyngart
10:04, Ben Lerner 
I’ll Be Right There, Kyung-Sook Shin
Faces in the Crowd, Valeria Luiselli
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