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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910113
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Sunday, January 13, 1991
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1G
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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AFTERMATH OF FIRING: BE ANGRY, BUT BE FAIR
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"A man hears what he wants to hear

And disregards the rest . . . "
-- Paul Simon
  This will be the last column I will write about the Ernie Harwell
situation. It has gotten  out of hand. People have been hurt. As Ernie himself
says: "It's time to move on." But not before I clear up a few things.
 
  I believe this about Harwell: He should keep his job, for as long as he
wants. He is a treasure, a part of our baseball landscape.
  But I also believe this: You don't slander people just because you're mad.
You don't ignore facts in order to stay angry. Some people in  Detroit --
including several writers and broadcasters -- want to believe that the
dismissal of an announcer is a conspiracy the size of Watergate. 
  It's not. It never was. 
  And it's time to stop  acting foolish.
  As Harwell himself told me, "What difference does it make who fired me? The
result is the same." He's right. We have all spent too much time digging in
this hole. Was it the Tigers first, WJR second? Who cares? They both agreed in
the end. You want to get angry, get angry at both parties.
  But do not use anger as a license to ignore facts, or to rip a reporter or
broadcaster  because you don't like what he or she reports. People have lost
perspective on this thing. They have become enraged because a nice man was
fired. But they let that rage justify other mistakes. I hear  people say "I
love Ernie. They should kill the bastards who let him go."
  The "bastards" are human beings, too. 
The truth isn't always pleasant 
  Example. I got a call last week, at home, from  a woman who wouldn't
identify herself. She wanted to know why everyone was picking on Jim Long, the
WJR executive who wanted Ernie out. "He's a good man," she pleaded, almost
crying, "you don't know  him. Why are you ruining his life this way?" All she
wanted, she said, was a little fairness.
  I got another call last week, from Frank Beckmann, the WJR announcer. He
couldn't understand why people  were accusing him of back-stabbing Harwell, a
man he had always liked and respected. "I never jockeyed for his job," he
said, his voice weary with frustration. All he wanted was a little fairness.
  Last Sunday, I visited Bo Schembechler's house. It was like a morgue. His
wife, Millie, was visibly shaken by the hate mail they had received. His son,
Matt, was visibly disturbed that people had turned  on his father -- a man who
always stood for the same things as Harwell. "Why are people doing this?" Matt
asked. "Don't they know he's not like that?" 
  All they wanted was a little fairness.
 Ask yourself: Have we all been fair? Or have we simply been enraged? In
journalism, you are taught that the truth is more important than showing how
angry you can get. So you keep digging. Sometimes  you don't like what you
see. Sometimes, you may have to contradict your earlier reports. 
  It's part of the job.
  Sadly, some people have forgotten that.
Rage won't bring Ernie back 
  So when  a Detroit News writer wrote the story as he saw it, and he
defended the Tigers, he was ripped because his son works for a radio station
owned by Tom Monaghan -- which is unfair, because his son got the  job on his
own. 
  And when Jim Long finally admitted "it was my idea" to fire Ernie, people
refused to believe him; they said he was a puppet. Unfair, because he was
telling the truth.
  I personally  spoke with Harwell, Long, Schembechler, Jeff Odenwald and Gary
Spicer. I asked them questions, face to face. I came, I believe, to a
reasonable account of what happened. 
  But when I wrote it down,  I was told I was wrong -- and biased -- by
people who didn't talk to anyone but Ernie, and who base an entire conspiracy
theory on this: remarks made on a golf course five months ago. 
  Sorry. Where  I went to school, that's not journalism.
  What happened here, plain and simple, is a team and a radio station decided
to part with a well-loved announcer. It hurt us. But now, it's time to wise
up.  I would love if the Tigers and WJR said "Sorry, we made a mistake" and
gave Harwell a few more years.
  But blind rage and conspiracy theories won't make that happen. "I never
wanted this," an embarrassed  Harwell said last week. 
  I know. I tell myself it's just sports. But then I look at the Persian Gulf
crisis, and I hear George Bush say "I don't want war."  And five minutes
later, a TV analyst says  "Yes, he does." And you have to decide whether the
president of our country is a liar.
  So this is America. We hear what we want to hear, we disregard the rest. It
is a sad state of affairs. It really is. Even sadder than the fact that Ernie
Harwell won't be calling baseball games much longer.
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