With the Chiefs down and out once again, this seems like a good day to forgo the long ball and go with some flair passes and quick hits up the middle. Here goes…
Mike McGraw
The death Saturday of this longtime, legendary Kansas City Star reporter is a loss not only to local journalism but to the entire metro area. Besides winning a Pulitzer Prize in 1992 for an expose on the U.S. Department of Agriculture, he relentlessly bored into the questionable convictions and harsh sentencing of the five people suspected in the 1998 explosion that killed six Kansas City firefighters. As a direct result of his work, the youngest of the five people convicted was released from prison last year. That defendant, Bryan Sheppard, paid McGraw the ultimate compliment when he said, “He had fought for so long to go after the truth.”
One story of McGraw’s that got a bit overlooked was essentially solving one of Kansas City’s most enduring and maddening murder mysteries — the July 1970 shooting of black political leader Leon M. Jordan outside his Green Duck tavern. In a 2010 story, McGraw and another Star reporter placed ultimate responsibility for the murder on a mob-connected, liquor store owner named “Shotgun Joe” Centimano. The reporters concluded that Shotgun Joe hired some African-American men — never identified — to take out Jordan and make the crime look like something other than a mob killing. The apparent motive was to try to reduce the ascendant power of the black political organization Freedom Inc., which Jordan co-founded.
McGraw, who was 69, died of cancer. He had a hell of a career and, moreover, a relaxed manner and gentle smile that projected authenticity and warmth and put sources at ease.
Scott Tucker
From standout human being, McGraw, we turn to a true turd, Tucker. (Like Chiefs’ games, journalistic transitions aren’t always seamless.)
Co-king of the payday lenders along with brother Joel Tucker, Scott Tucker was sentenced Friday to 16 years and eight months by a U.S. District judge in New York.
To me, this amounts to a hard slap on the wrist. The government was asking for 20 years; the defense was asking for 15; and the judge came down in between but leaning toward the defendant.
I don’t understand that. Here’s a guy who exploited an estimated 4.5 million people through “deceptive loan terms and illegal interest rates” and who already had a conviction for bank fraud in 1992.
Moreover, he didn’t exhibit an iota of regret for his crimes, describing himself in a letter to the judge as “an entrepreneur, a jobs provider, and a contributor to the American economy.”
At least he didn’t get out on bond, like most rich criminals do; he was taken into custody right after the sentencing…Tucker, who lived in Leawood, is 55 years old. I hope when he comes out, it’s toes up.
Anthony Piercy
Sorry to bring you back-to-back turds, but we might as well deal with them together.
This totally discredited former Missouri state trooper who watched Brandon Ellingson drown after bouncing the handcuffed young man from his speeding patrol boat on May 31, 2014, is now suing to try to get his job back. He was fired in December by Highway Patrol Superintendent Col. Sandra Karsten and now alleges that Karsten exceeded her authority in firing him last month.
It’s going to be a sorry situation if a judge concludes the head of the highway patrol can’t fire a totally unfit trooper.
I mean, take a look at this guy…He’s not only temperamentally unfit for the Highway Patrol, he’s not physically fit. I suggest that he move on to professional wrestling, where everything is fixed and all punches are pulled.
Newspaper advertising campaign
I have said for years The Star should embark on a marketing campaign to remind people of its importance in the life of the metro area and to try to re-establish its public profile. For a variety of factors, its relevance has slipped significantly the last 10 to 15 years, and circulation figures indicate it’s going to take some dramatic steps to turn the tide — and even that might not work.
The New York Times and The Washington Post, by contrast, have been experiencing tremendous expansion of their influence and readership by being consistent and 0strong voices in the face of chaos in Congress and the White House.
At this point, they could just sit back and count their new subscribers and watch the money roll in. But one of those papers, The Times, is taking the opportunity to launch a new marketing campaign, emphasizing the importance of speaking truth to power.
The campaign got underway on two full pages of the Times’ print edition today. Here’s what those pages look like…
Happily, this campaign is taking to the airwaves, too, starting with an ad on tonight’s Golden Globe Awards show.
…I have a feeling 2018 is going to be a huge year for The Times and The Post, and I think we should all be grateful these two papers are doing what they’re doing. If not for them, those who now hold sway in Washington could well demolish everything in their path, and our nation could be reduced to the likes of Turkey, Iran or Russia.
May the press — and presses — continue to roll!
Ah, Mick. Too soon. Too soon. You were so versatile, so driven to expose the truth. You smashed it open like a pile driver or delicately exposed it as with a scalpel. Your life was dedicated to truth and decency and compassion. You brought all those values to your work. You were a hero, Mick.
Didn’t even get to enjoy a retirement.
She Said, She Said. That’s one of my all-time favorite Beatles songs. John Lennon at the peak of his creativity!
Allusions and links to Oldies are always welcome here.
It may be an oldie but, like the entire album, it has never sounded out of date.
I had the pleasure of hearing Mike McGraw speak to the Sisters in Crime local chapter, Border Crimes, about the case of Randy Leach, missing since 1988 in the Linwood (near Bonner Springs) area. Mike was truly dedicated to helping people find out the truth — he also was convinced that the true story of the deaths of the six firefighters still was not known.
You’re spot on, Peg. Mick was a mentor while I was working at The Star and remained a friend after I left the paper. Mick was from Independence and when I started covering that city in 1993, he called me and offered to talk to me about the place and the issues that needed coverage. I was so happy that this guy, who had just won a Pulitzer, was willing to help a peon like myself who didn’t have a journalism school and was relegated to working in one of The Star’s bureaus. I talked to him and the one thing he highly encouraged me to do was to keep an eye on that city’s firefighters union. It was corrupt, political powerful and resistant to change, particularly having its firefighters trained to handle medical emergencies. I took his advice and scored many stories of significance. He also was a great person to talk to when I was down and feeling a lack of support from the editors running the Metro Desk. Mick is the second mentor of mine from The Star who I have lost to prostate cancer in the last year. The other one, Rick Alm, died last February. I miss Rick and I’m going to miss Mick. Damn you, cancer! But there is one thing that cancer won’t deny: the fact that my life was made much better by having known them.
What a beautiful testimony to your friends.
Nice! Takes me back a bit.