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9401060316
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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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940213
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Sunday, February 13, 1994
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1994, Detroit Free Press
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MAYBE SOME STORIES CAN GO UNEXPLORED
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LILLEHAMMER, Norway --  Although the Winter Olympics have barely begun,
we've already had our first major clash. It took place a few days ago, in a
packed auditorium, during a press conference.  It was not a clash of skis or
hockey sticks, but a clash of cultures. In many ways, it set the stage for
these Olympics.

  The focus of that press conference was Norway's Vegard Ulvang, a top
cross-country  skier and a national hero. Cross- country is to Norway what
basketball is to America. Ulvang is hugely famous. When he speaks, people
listen.

  He addressed the news  media on various subjects, including  his role as
Olympic oath-taker, and of course, skiing.
  During most of this, the American reporters sat motionless, their eyes
glazing over. Few seemed interested in Ulvang's thoughts on snow conditions.
Even fewer would have known who he was if not for a recent Sports Illustrated
profile, which detailed the disappearance of his brother, Ketil, who vanished
while jogging four months ago. Ketil is feared  dead.
  This, naturally, piqued the curiosity of the U.S. media looking for a
feature story. Near the end of the press conference, an American reporter rose
and asked Ulvang: "Has the loss of your  brother affected your training, and
is it true that after the Olympics you will go back to look for him?"
  A hush fell over the room.
'Why did you ask him that?'
  Ulvang was silent for a moment.  Then, in broken English, he replied, "It
was a big tragedy for me and my family. . . .  We will miss (Ketil) a lot. . .
."
  He was shaking, his voice trembling.
  "I will return in the springtime. . . ."
  He was crying now.
  ". . . As soon as the snow is gone, I will try and find him. . . ."
  He put his head in his hands and began to sob. The press conference
quickly ended.
  What happened next was most interesting. A crowd of Norwegian journalists
surrounded the American questioner and began shouting at him for lack of
sensitivity.
  "Why did you ask him that?" they  demanded. "Why did you upset him? Were
you trying to hurt him?"
  The reporter, a man from Baltimore, was taken aback. He defended his
actions by saying that in America, such questions are not out  of line. He
noted that when Michael Jordan lost his father, reporters asked him about
that. 
  Although many American journalists would agree with him -- and that
crying clip would be replayed a  million times on TV -- the Norwegians were
unmoved. The issue created a public debate. And the consensus in Norway was
that the American reporter was insensitive and wrong, and, to coin a motherly
phrase,  he should be ashamed of himself.
  A  cultural difference
  In many ways, this is a classic joust between how America sees the
Olympics and how the rest of the planet sees them. We look for stories.  They
look for results. We look for teardrops. They look for split times. We want
Nancy-Tonya, a TV Movie of the Week. They want to know who wins the biathlon.
  We can dismiss this as their way,  our way. And yet the anger of those
Norwegian reporters recalls something we have nearly forgotten in American
journalism: the concept of shame.
  Surely the Norwegian reporters wondered the same  thing as our man from
Baltimore, but they were too polite to ask such a question before a large
group. Can you imagine their reaction to the questions on a Phil Donahue show?
  Or Howard Stern? (Somehow,  I don't think Stern translates into
Norwegian.)
  By the same token, Norwegian heroes exhibit modesty of their own. There
are no publicity vampires here like Roseanne Arnold and Drew Barrymore, who
run to People magazine with every scarring childhood memory. Norway does not
produce a Madonna, or Geraldo Rivera, who will do anything for more publicity.
  Shame limits action here on both sides  of the media line. To our way of
thinking, this makes Norwegians dull.
  Maybe they are. But maybe there's a lesson. The American media -- me
included -- is trained to hunt down every sob story,  every athlete with a
sick mother, a dying sister or a missing brother. We think nothing of going
for the open wound -- in the interest of "probing journalism." And of course,
these Olympic Games are  already overshadowed by the Nancy Kerrigan-Tonya
Harding drama, because drama sells, and what sells is always of peak
importance in the United States.
  Yet it plays on the brain, that scene between  the Norwegians and the man
from Baltimore. Shame on you, they seemed to say. Did you really have to ask
that? It's a question worth repeating -- ideally, we should ask it first of
ourselves. Something  tells me we'll have plenty of chances here in
Lillehammer. Plenty of chances indeed.
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SPT; COLUMN; OLYMPIC; GAME; OLYMPICS; MISSING; BROTHER; VEGARD;ULVANG; MEDIA; CRITICIAM
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