Last week’s start of the 2022 Iowa legislative session saw some hand wringing and gnashing of teeth by some members of the media because of a change in media policy by the Republican-controlled Senate.
No longer would members of the media be allowed to watch, record and take notes from a “press bench” on the Senate floor. By order of the Senate leadership, the media was consigned to the public galleries in the Senate balcony.
You might think I’d be outraged by this, but, no, it’s just part of a trend going back at least 25 years to inject space between legislators at various levels of government and the dreaded “press.”
Caleb Hunter, a spokesman for Iowa Senate Republicans, had a valid point when he explained his party’s reasoning…
“The principal dilemma faced by the Senate is the evolving nature and definition of media. As non-traditional media outlets proliferate, it creates an increasingly difficult scenario for the Senate, as a governmental entity, to define the criteria of a media outlet.”
I’m a blogger…So, does that make me a member of the media? I tend to think not, but who can say with any assurance? Suppose, in past years, a blogger would have demanded to be allowed onto the hallowed “press bench” (and maybe that happened). Would he or she have a right to be admitted? Tough call.
There are a lot of other non-traditional “media” types now who fancy themselves as “press,” complicating elected officials’ role of trying to determine who and what is media and the privileges they should be accorded.
I’m not going to spend any time thumb-sucking on this issue…For purposes of today’s post, I just want to tell you how it used to be, back when it was quite clear who and what qualified as media and when many public officials and members of the press were, if not joined at the hip, pretty darn close.
When I started covering the Jackson County Courthouse for The Star in 1971, reporters had free run of the place. I was at the courthouse six, seven or eight hours every day; I knew people in every department: I knew all the elected officials and could walk into just about every office and usually be greeted with a smile from a secretary and allowed to go back to the inner sanctums.
I would stroll into the County Prosecutor’s Office on the seventh floor mezzanine, past the front desk, and make a loop among the desks of the various assistant prosecutors, stopping to talk to whoever was there about what cases they had and how they were coming along. I remember one longtime assistant prosecutor who used to ask for positive coverage in a nasally voice, saying, “Hey, scoop, give me some B & W?” B & W was black and white…the only colors newspapers offered back then.
I would also spend a good deal of time talking to the secretaries in every department, and that paid off in the form of numerous dates.
When I would go in to see County Executive George Lehr, whose office was on the second floor (where Frank White’s is now), he would usually shoo away whoever he was talking to and say, “Let me talk to Fitz now.”
Of course, this wasn’t because Lehr thought I had a swell personality. It was because he wanted “good press” and knew he had a good chance to get it if he gave me ready access. Lehr, who died of a brain tumor in 1988, had me wrapped around the tip of his finger. Stupidly, naively (I never had any formal journalism schooling or training other than on the job), I let him compromise me in ways that would have made journalistic ethicists gasp even back then, when things were a lot looser than they are now.
For example, those were the days when the Chiefs were coming off their 1970 Super Bowl win and tickets were hard to come by. Lehr had two tickets on about the 20 yard line in the lower level. Several times he offered me those seats at face value. And I took him up on them. Even though I was paying for them, this was out of bounds because I wouldn’t have been able to get tickets like those on my own.
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When I went to City Hall in 1985, the City Council offices on the 24th floor were wide open to me. I would greet the front desk person and walk on into the labyrinth of individual council offices. Almost all the council members kept their doors open, and I’d just appear at the door and ask if I could come in. The answer was almost always, “Sure.”
One time when I was in the council offices, outside and a few steps away from the office of Councilman Bobby Hernandez, I heard him make a phone call in which he asked a retailer for a favor. What I overheard was him say went something like this: “Hi, this is Councilman Bobby Hernandez. When I was in your place a few months ago, you were kind enough to give me a 20 percent discount, and I was wondering if you’d extend me that courtesy again.”
After a few seconds, he said, “Well, thanks, I really appreciate it; I’ll be around in a few days.”
At council meetings, held in the council chambers on the 26th floor, there were one or two press tables that were a few feet from the mayor’s podium. We had full access to the 12 council members, even during meetings. We could get up from the table, kneel beside a council member’s desk and question him or her about the proceedings.

We also had access to an anteroom behind the council chamber where council members would sometimes hang out before meetings or where they would go to take a break, duck a vote or make a phone call.
The only official at City Hall who was difficult to get in to see was Mayor Richard Berkley, who was mayor from 1979 to 1991. His door was always closed and access to him was strictly controlled by an aide named Kristi Smith Wyatt. Reporters would ask Kristi to arrange an interview, and she usually came through, but it almost always involved a wait of half an hour or more.
I remember the reporter who preceded me at City Hall, John Dvorak, saying, “If I had a nickel for every minute Dick Berkley has kept me waiting, I’d be a rich man.”
The first sign of real change in media access at City Hall came soon after former Councilman (now U.S. Rep.) Emanuel Cleaver became mayor. In short order, he moved the press room from the 29th floor, where the mayor’s office was (and still is), to the 26th floor, which is kind of a wasteland, except for the city council chambers.
The 29th floor was the nerve center. We in the press room could sometimes tell something big was going on by who was coming and going. I remember one time, during the days Missouri was on the verge of getting casino gambling, when a riverboat operator from St. Louis was in the building and meeting with the mayor. I wanted an interview. This guy didn’t want to be interviewed. But I waited by the guard’s desk until I saw him emerge, along with some aides, and he headed straight down a set of stairs. The guard let me through, and I hustled down the stairs after them and got a stairwell interview.
At some point before I left City Hall in 1995, reporters’ easy access to the council offices on the 24th floor was shut off. After that, reporters had to tell the front desk person which council member they wished to see, and the front desk person would ring the council person’s aide, who would then check with the council person — if that council person was in.
Over the years, elected officials at almost every level have made it more difficult to get access to them. I can’t say that I blame them. So, nobody should be surprised that the Iowa Senate has banished the press to the public galleries. You can still see and hear what’s going on from the galleries (assuming your hearing is good). It’s just not nearly as much fun as being up close and personal.
We’ve seen a tremendous amount of change the last 25 years, both within the media and how media members (however they’re defined) interact with government and public officials.
I mean, who would have predicted in 1995, that in 2022 The Kansas City Star would be operating out of a post office box?
One thing that has changed things drastically is the Internet and social media. Take for instance Doug Bach’s buyout in WYCO. Before KCUR and then The Star covered it (poorly) I have the original documents shared by friends on Facebook. So when I read the two “professional” stories what stuck me was what all they missed.
For instance, it may not mean much to their editors, but I can tell you as much as it pissed me off to see that dud walk out the door with nearly a million dollars (both stories underestimated the amount) I was just as pissed that he was given a $55,000.00 vehicle for $17,500.00. Neither story mentioned that or the fact that he was given a high end cell phone, iPad, laptop, desktop and printer all for $250.00. Additionally, friends familiar with KPERS pointed out that thanks to the way the contract was worded Bach, who was city manager for 7 years, will receive an annual pension of $189,000.00. So who needs either The Star or KCUR’s sloppy, half assed reporting?
That’s only one example. the videos or tapes of city council meetings are online. Budgets are online, campaign finance minutes of the meetings of foundations, the same packet I receive as a member of the Planning Commission has been available online and all of it unfiltered by someone else’s narrative (if the press even bothered to cover it, which most of the time they don’t.)
I worked at City Hall in 1978 in City Development on the 15th Floor. I was only there for a year and a half but there was an election during that time. Charley Wheeler was Mayor. I was 24.
The elevators were fun because you there are like, 4 of them to serve 30 floors. You could be on there with anybody from City Hall. One morning I got on the elevator and pretty soon I was on there with Joe Service, Joel Pelosky, Bill Waris and Bruce Watkins. They were telling Mayor jokes and they were all running. Finally Richard Berkley stepped into the elevator.
I remember looking at Berkley as the elevator was going up and thinking, this poor guy doesn’t have a chance.
He kept winning, mainly because he spent years going to neighborhood meetings, night after night, building up name identity and credibility. It’s amazing what grassroots campaigning can do in local races…Sly James did something similar: Before he began campaigning seriously, he met with tons of different people in various lines of work and fields of interest and cultivated their support. By the time Mike Burke got in the race (I volunteered for and contributed to him), James had the thing wrapped up.
Excellent time capsule; leaving a interesting picture of the way things were. Be interesting to back 40 years from when you started and track those changes.