A San Francisco Examiner…

A San Francisco Examiner reporter called the day after the bombing of the Federal Building in Oklahoma City. He wanted a little inside information on the “militias.” Of course I would be one of the first people in America to ask. Anyone would think so. After all, I don’t believe the gas chamber stories. When the reporter discovered I don’t know anything whatever about the militias he asked me if there was something I would like to say about them. I convinced him that it would be immodest of me to chat up a reporter on a subject I am entirely ignorant of.

Afterwards it struck me that that must be the way many reporters approach “survivors.” The survivor doesn’t have to know anything real; the reporter isn't even particularly looking for something real. Anything will do, anything whatever—any old memory, any old opinion—so long as it's lurid and fits into the editorial guidelines of the company he works for.

Maybe I missed a good tiling here. If I’d have given one interview about the militias to the Examiner, other reporters from other papers would have called to get their own story about the militias—from a holocaust revisionist. What fun.