Since graduating from Temple University in 2014, 26-year-old reporter Ali Watkins has held high-profile reporting positions with four organizations, including The New York Times, which hired her in December as national security reporter in the paper’s prestigious Washington bureau.
For a January story on the Temple journalism school’s website, a reporter asked Watkins how she had become so successful so quickly. Her answer was…
“It’s more of just showing up at the odd hours when no one else is showing up. Showing up all the time and eventually running into somebody who knows something.”
What she neglected to tell the J-school reporter was that it also helps to be dating the people you’re covering.
Maybe you’ve heard Watkins’ name. She’s been the subject of several national stories since it was reported that she had an extraordinary pipeline to inside information due to the fact that for at least three years (starting when she was 22 or 23) she carried on a romantic relationship with a 57-year-old, high-ranking aide on the Senate Intelligence Committee…Oh, and he was married.
The aide, James Wolfe, who handled classified material for the committee, was arrested in June as part of a leak investigation by the U.S. Justice Department. In the course of the investigation, Justice Department officials surreptitiously seized Watkins’ phone and email records.
Wolfe has now been charged with lying to the FBI — although not with leaking classified information — and Watkins has been transferred out of The Times’ Washington bureau and reassigned to a new beat in New York, where she will have a “mentor,” who will help her get off to “a fresh start.”
(The Washington Post has reported that the indictment document includes various instances in which Wolfe received sensitive information and then communicated with Watkins on the same day.)
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When this story was first reported, it raised alarms with me. How, I wondered, could a young reporter be so dumb as to hook up with a man more than twice her age, exposing herself to at least the suspicion that she was trading sex for inside information? It struck me as absolutely the wrong road to take if a reporter was striving for a long and successful career in the business.
At first, however, the emphasis in news stories was on how outraged journalists were at law enforcement officers seizing her phone and email records. I was more curious about Watkins’ judgment, as well as The Times’ decision to hire her on the basis of such a quick, hop-scotching career ascent.
The first organization she worked for was McClatchy (which, of course, owns The Kansas City Star), where she started out as an intern during her junior year in collect. There she helped break a national story about the CIA spying on the Senate. After she graduated, McClatchy offered her a full-time job, and the next year she was a Pulitzer Prize finalist for her work on the CIA spying story.
In quick succession, she went on to work for the Huffington Post, BuzzFeed and Politico. At each merry-go-round stop she worked as a national security reporter and, presumably, was covering the Senate Intelligence Committee, for whom her gray-haired boyfriend worked.
Her dizzying career climb culminated late last year when she was hired by The Times. During the hiring process, she told editors about her relationship with Wolfe and said it had ended about four months earlier.
I’d like to think that if I had been one of the editors interviewing Watkins for a job at The Times, loud bells would have started ringing in my head. A 26-year-old woman had a three-year relationship with a 57-year-old Senate Intelligence Committee staffer? And she kept coming up with one big national security story after another? And she had already worked for four major news organizations?
As the old saying goes, when something looks too good to be true, it probably is. Somebody in the hiring chain at The Times should have thought about that. Surely, they did but ultimately set any misgivings aside in the face of the woman’s sterling and astounding reporting record in just four years.
In hindsight, Times editors seem to have awakened from the soporific state they were in when they hired Watkins.
In today’s story about Watkins’ reassignment, Times executive editor Dean Baquet said, among other things, “For a reporter to have an intimate relationship with someone he or she covers is unacceptable.”
Very true. It was also very true when Times editors were interviewing Watkins and learned that she had been engaging in that “unacceptable” conduct for three long years.
In the wake of the embarrassing Watkins episode, Baquet said, The Times would “tighten our job-candidate screening process to ensure that significant questions make their way to the newsroom leadership for full discussion.”
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Unfortunately, dating and having sex with a man whose agency she was reporting on (she also briefly dated another committee staff member following the affair with Wolfe and while still at Politico) wasn’t Watkins’ only mistake. After Justice Department officials notified her in February they had seized her phone and email records, she did not tell her editors, instead keeping that information to herself on the advice of her personal attorney.
In an understatement, Baquet said that decision “put our news organization in a difficult position.”
In a Vanity Fair story, a former Times executive editor, Jill Abramson, put it much more strongly, saying…
“People are entitled to make mistakes and learn from them and be forgiven. But the original mistake is compounded by not initially telling the Times that her records had been seized and searched. Putting myself back in the executive editor’s chair, it’s sort of like, everyone who works for the Times is conscious that at all times, the reputation of the place is something you’re responsible for protecting, and when anything material to your work happens, you have to tell your editor. That’s a pretty big lapse.”
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My guess is we will be hearing very little from Ali Watkins, in the role of journalist, in the future. She’ll probably drift off into obscurity under the watch of her new babysitter…uh, mentor…and will be cut loose completely within a year or so.
For the short time it lasted, it was a wild ride for the hotshot out of Temple University. Now she’s going to have a long time to think about the ramifications of her early decisions.
Why not just fire her now and be done with it, Fitz?
Why doesn’t The Times fire her now? Because it would elevate the issue of her clouded judgment above the journalistic concern about reporters’ emails and phone records being seized. The Times is playing a bit of a chess game — one move at a time.
Gotcha. Thank you.
This is very close to a story line in the series House of Cards. Weird! Except that young woman got….Oops! Don’t want to give away the shocking end of that show.
Thank you, Mrs. Pfitz.
Ali Watkins joins Judith Miller (NY Times – cheerleader for the Iraq War) and Janet Cooke (Washington Post – makin’ stuff up) as pariahs at the top of the journalistic mountain. My first year as a reporter I worked with a guy we called “By-line Brian,” who put his by-line on everything, including obituaries. He also made up quotes in front of those he interviewed, then asked them, “Wouldn’t you say that?” Without their reply or consent, he quoted them in print. Needless to say, those “quoted” were upset with our newspaper. Brian was gone quickly, once we found out.
Funny story, Steve. I got over the loose quote syndrome early on — in college when I quoted a guy in the school newspaper and he confronted me and said, “I didn’t say that.” I was embarrassed and cured.
There’s a flip side to the quote deal. When I was chair of the Party in WYCO, the deadline for the stories for the old Kansan were late morning which meant that often I would be called at an hour of the morning when I ma not at my most articulate. I gave the guy who covered me (a registered Democrat, by the way, an outline of my position and he always made me sound much smarter than I am.
Also Rich Hood mentioned that he always had to clean up Jan Finney’s quotes to make her sound rational. The one time he didn’t, didn’t go well.
Joan Finney.