Blood, family and skateboarding: Q&A with Justice Ott

Justice Ott filming in Barcelona, Spain, for "We Are Blood."

Justice Ott filming in Barcelona, Spain, for “We Are Blood.”

In the eighth grade, I gave a speech in English class about being a skateboarder. I think I showed a clip of Neil Blender in a street contest to illustrate a point, but I definitely remember my closing line, “It’s a life and we live it.”

As corny as it sounds, looking back some 30 years later, I can confidently credit skateboarding for a lot of things that make me who I am today and the things I cherish in life – art, writing, music, beer, weird friends and family.

Some major surgery, and the fact that I wasn’t very good, sidelined me for some time but I never quit. In fact, I’m still learning new things. And as much as I enjoy the looks of incredulity after a relatively successful line in the bowl, I can do without being asked my age every time I skate.

Anyway, I can’t recall exactly when it happened – maybe five years ago – when I connected with a cousin I never knew I had. I posted something about skateboarding on Facebook and she commented that her son, Justice Ott, skates and shoots photos and video.

Skateboarding brought us together, and now he has his name attached to a major skateboarding film coming out this month produced by Mountain Dew Green Label Films and Brain Farm called “We Are Blood.” Justice was part of the principal cinematography crew for the film.

The film is supposed to be a “modern day skateboarding epic” following superstar Paul Rodriguez around the globe, “celebrating the unconditional bond created by the simple act of skateboarding,” according to its website.

That’s what makes skateboarding so great. That unconditional bond, craving the battle – slamming, sweating and bleeding until you roll away and your friends howl in celebration. And, bonus, it brings family together.

Shredfred: First of all, thanks for being down for this interview. Not only is it cool to know there’s a skater in the family, but a skater who filmed some of skateboarding’s legends is beyond cool.

Justice: Haha, yeah. It’s pretty fitting that we are doing a “We Are Blood” interview because we actually are blood. I remember seeing that little “Mini Top 5 Matt Bird Meyer” video that Crailtap posted on their blog and my mom telling me that we were related. Haha, I was so stoked to be related to someone that was on the Crailtap blog when I was younger.

Shredfred: Before we talk about the film, tell me a little bit about yourself. Do you still find time to skate?

Justice: My name is Justice Ott. I am 22 years old and I live in Los Angeles. I started filming skateboarding in 10th grade. I would bring my parents’ VHS-c camera out skating and try to have my friends film me skating but I would get mad because they would fuck up the filming and I would be like, “Here film it like this,” then I ended up just getting stuck behind the camera. I was always into that sort of stuff anyways. My grandpa taught me about photography at a super young age and I have been shooting photos as long as I can remember. I skate every day.

Shredfred: I see you list Lakai as your employer. What do you do for them and do you have Marc Johnson on speed dial?

Justice: I have been helping out filming at Lakai for the past couple months. They are filming a new video. Those dudes are fucking awesome. Me and Marc used to live on the same street for like 2 years. He’s not on speed dial, no. Hahaha.

Shredfred: Tell me how you made it out to California from Arizona and do you have to worry about watering your lawn?

Justice: I met Ty Evans in the bottom of an Arizona ditch 4 days before my 18th birthday. They were on a Chocolate trip and I had an HD camera so he let me film with them for the rest of their trip. I was in high school at the time. I told him I really wanted to move to California and go to film school and film skateboarding. A couple months later I went out to his house during my spring break and I stayed there for a week to help shoot some stuff from “Pretty Sweet“. Then I ended up moving there as soon as I graduated high school. And I don’t have a lawn, man. I live in a shitty apartment in North Hollywood, haha. I’m moving into a house at the end of the year though. I can’t wait.

Shredfred: So, how did you get into skateboarding? Isn’t skateboarding just a bunch of kids playing with toys?

Justice: When I was 10, I went to summer camp with this kid who skated. He would show me Thrasher mags and he brought his skateboard to camp. I got super into skating. No one at my school skated and I got made fun of for it. Then in middle school I met a few kids that skated and I would hang out with them every day after school skating this loading dock behind the 99 Cents store by my house. Skateboarding is something that becomes your life. You see the world in a whole new light.

Shredfred: I see you attended the Los Angeles Film School. Did you graduate and how did your schooling prepare you for what you are doing now?

Justice: I went to LAFS for 18 months and graduated August of 2013. I remember when I was staying at Ty’s house helping for “Pretty Sweet.” He was working with Phantom cameras and he had a crew of dudes helping him with it. I would get super bummed because I had no idea what they were talking about half the time. Using all these terms I didn’t know. Film school laid down a bunch of knowledge for me to start off with. I still am learning every day. I’m glad I went to school. If filmmaking in truly your passion, then film school is a good choice.

Shredfred: So, Brain Farm describes itself as “an award winning full service entertainment and production company that specializes in creating unforgettable film, TV, digital and commercial content.” That sounds very corporate. How would you describe Brain Farm and in what capacity do you work with them?

Justice: Brain Farm is full of a bunch of guys who love filmmaking. Their office is in Wyoming. I’ve never been there, but I’ve met most of the people that work there. I never had a real job in my life. Brain Farm was the first place I ever got a paycheck from.

Shredfred: Do you have any side projects…films, photography, watercoloring, needlepoint?

Justice: I’ve shot shitty point and shoot photos before I even started filming. I paint sometimes. I was actually supposed to go to school for art, but I ended up not going. I started experimenting with different types of analog video formats and I’m working on a little side project skate video. I’m writing a narrative short right now that I plan on shooting and directing and I’m also in a band with a couple of my friends called Nancy. I play guitar and sing. We make dream pop’y music, our influence is bands like The Cure, haha.

Shredfred: OK, tell me about “We Are Blood.” It’s a Mountain Dew/Brain Farm joint, right? So, is it one of those boring corporate flicks made to make skateboarding accessible to a wide audience? Or is it a groundbreaking feature that uses the best of the best in terms of cameras, drones, helicopters, and selfie-sticks?

Justice: Hahaha, no selfie sticks in this one. It’s amazing that Brain Farm and Green Label films were able to partner up for something like this. This film is one of a kind. We got to use amazing gear like the Shot Over, the Phantom Flex 4k, Movi’s, and Brain Farm partnered up with Red and we used the Epics and Dragons to create something that has never been done in skateboarding. Camera systems like the Shot Over cost half a million dollars, so to be able to film skateboarding with stuff like that is insane.

Shredfred: Why is Ultra HD 4K such a big deal?

Justice: 4k is 4 times the size of 1080HD. We shot the whole film in 5k and 6k and mastered to 4k. It’s the future of digital cinema. Some groundbreaking shit.

Shredfred: How long did you work on the film? I heard it took two years to make.

Justice: It started a little after “Pretty Sweet.” I was there from day one. I remember getting a call sheet the first day and I was like, “What the hell is Brain Farm?” I had never heard of Brain Farm. We shot a bunch of stuff for a week with all the crazy cameras. It was the first time I saw cameras like the Cineflex and the Arri Alexia in person. The first year was kinda just me and Ty going out filming random dudes for a bunch of the days. I was still in film school, so I would go to class then go and meet up with him and go out skating. The film got funded at the beginning of 2014 and by that time I graduated film school and could work full time with Ty.

Shredfred: Where did you travel for the film? I know you went to Dubai.

Justice: We went to China, Spain, Dubai and 37 states on a 7-week long U.S. trip.

Shredfred: Did you have fun in Dubai? Was it hard for some of the guys to keep their shirts on and to lay off the booze (per the law)?

Justice: Dubai was by far the best trip of my life. That place is basically a Disneyland for rich people. Even the buildings look like it’s an amusement park or something. Surprisingly no one got in any trouble. The rules there are much different than the U.S. If you get in a taxicab drunk, the cab driver can take you straight to jail. You have to be on your best behavior out there. It’s no joke.

Shredfred: What’s the craziest thing that went down during filming? What’s the coolest thing you filmed? And were you there for Clint Walker’s crazy 50-50 roof roll-in?

Justice: So much crazy shit went down filming that video. I think one of the craziest things was skating the helipad of the Burj Al Arab, the world’s most expensive hotel. Ty was in a full-size helicopter filming, circling the helipad while everyone is skating this bench in the middle of the pad. If a board shot off the edge it would have landed in the valet parking area. The fact that skateboarding has such a big reach nowadays that we were able to skate the helipad in Dubai with full permission just blows my mind. When Clint did that trick I was so scared. It was fucked. I not only was worrying about not fucking up the clip by filming it bad but I was worried that I was gonna see him die. Clint is by far the gnarliest dude I ever met. He’s fucking crazy.

Shredfred: Is P-Rod made from the same robot factory as Shane O’Neill?

Justice: Hahaha, not that I know of. No.

Shredfred: Omar Salazar is in the trailer for the film but he’s not in the credits. Is Omar star-power deficient?

Justice: Omar was gonna come on the U.S. trip with us but he ended up messing his knee up. It sucks because Omar is one of my favorite skateboarders. It would have been awesome to have been on a trip with him. Omar has some sick tricks for the video though.

Shredfred: What other skateboard films have you worked on? What non-skateboard films feature you in the credits?

Justice: “Pretty Sweet” is really the only other video I worked on. I have worked on a few commercials. That stuff is pretty fun. Working on big budget sets with all this crazy gear. I’ve been helping my friend Junior who is a union gaffer. I want to learn as much as I can about lighting and set stuff, to one day be able to work in narrative filmmaking as a director.

Shredfred: Do you prefer shooting video or photos?

Justice: I like both. Video is where I think I am the best at, but photos are more of a challenge to convey a story within one frame.

Shredfred: Is this the career of your dreams or is this merely a steppingstone to something bigger?

Justice: I plan on contributing to skateboarding for the rest of my life. Working with Ty is my dream come true. I plan on one day making my own skateboard videos as well as narrative films.

Shredfred: Ty Evans, the director of this film, is described in his bio as “an award-winning skateboard director and cinematographer and is known for creating some of the most iconic skateboard films.” So, he’s another one of those skateboard legends. What’s it like working for him and did you learn some stuff?

Justice: I grew up looking up to Ty. He has the strongest work ethic I have ever seen. He loves what he does. He will stay up for 3 days straight working his ass off just to make the best product he can. When I first got my VX1000, I would watch “Fully Flared” honestly every single day studying it. I have learned so much from Ty, not only in filmmaking but in life in general. I’m so lucky to be in the position I’m in. The first skate video I ever saw was “Yeah Right!”. I’ve been influenced by Ty before I even picked up a video camera.

Shredfred: What are you working on now?

Justice: I have just been helping out with the new Lakai video. I’m stoked that they are making a new video. It’s gonna be super sick.

Shredfred: And has Marc Johnson called since you started working on answers to these questions?

Justice: No, I haven’t talked to him in a few days. Hahaha. I think I should send him a text and see what’s good though. He hurt his leg and hasn’t been able to skate for a couple months. I think he’s getting another MRI in a few days.

Shredfred: Finally, if you come to Kansas City to throw down with Sean Malto, will you put me on the list?

Justice: Fuck yeah dude, hahaha! And if you’re ever in LA, let’s cruz around.

Shredfred: Again, thanks for taking the time to answer some questions. Take care!

Justice: Thanks for taking the time to ask me some questions. I never really done this type of stuff.


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Waiting it out at Whiteman

“When the hound dog barkin’ in the black of the night
Stick my hand in my pocket, everything’s all right.”

ZZ Top

“Just Got Paid”

The sun beat down as a lone F-16 raced through the clouds.

Lt. Col. Christopher Hammond was on a solo mission in jet No. 1 to check the height of the clouds before the other five launched. The show was on. It was just a matter of what show we were going to see: high, middle or flat.

Hammond, the commander and leader of the Thunderbirds, radioed back that the clouds were low enough for the flat show. The stunts would take place at no higher than 2,000 feet.

The thunderous F-16s launched one at a time, streaking away and doing something different as they left the ground. Capt. Nicholas Eberling took No. 6 straight up like a rocket.

The high humidity thickened the air streams coming off his jet as the afternoon rain soaked into our butts. The rain had chased away a good chunk of the crowd Saturday during the Wings Over Whiteman air show. We took advantage of the wet, open bleacher seats to watch the Thunderbirds blast through the dirty cotton ball skies.

It was worth the wait. But we had to put in some work. We waited in car lines for three hours, The Best of ZZ Top drowning out the cicadas as A-10s, a B-2 and other aircraft went through their routines around us. We made it on base just in time for the rain to start.

We splashed through the water running across the tarmac and took shelter under enormous wings, engines and fuselages. Everywhere you looked, people lined up to take shelter under the wings of massive aircraft, from the C-5 Super Galaxy to a B-1 bomber and a series of enormous open hangars. After waiting more than an hour, we gave up and were wandering around the static displays on our way out when a piece of blue sky poked through the clouds.

The announcer, in a cheery voice, gave us the good news.

The show was back on and we got paid.

Wings Over Whiteman visitors take shelter Saturday under the fuselage of a B-1 bomber.

Wings Over Whiteman visitors take shelter from the rain Saturday under the fuselage of a B-1 bomber.

The Thunderbirds pilots and flight crew go through an elaborate exercise prior to boarding. Every pilot and crew member is perfectly synchronized in this choreographed display. Capt. Nicholas Eberling, left, flies the No. 6 jet.

The Thunderbirds pilots and flight crew go through an elaborate exercise prior to boarding. Every pilot and crew member is perfectly synchronized in this choreographed display. Capt. Nicholas Eberling, left, flies the No. 6 jet.

Capt. Eberling prepares to board after putting on his flight suit.

Capt. Eberling prepares to board after putting on his flight suit.

The pre-flight preparations are almost complete.

The pre-flight preparations are almost complete.

Capt. Eberling has his helmet on and is ready to launch.

Capt. Eberling has his helmet on and is ready to launch.

The entire flight crew team lines up as the jets taxi to the runway, shouting and gesturing.

The entire flight crew team lines up as the jets taxi to the runway, shouting and gesturing.

The flight crew team walks across the wet tarmac.

The flight crew team walks across the wet tarmac.

Four of the six jets roar over the crowd as the show begins.

Four of the six jets roar over the crowd as the show begins.

The F-16s bank to show off the emblem on their underbellies.

The F-16s bank to show off the emblem on their underbellies.

The one formation I did not capture was the delta formation with all six.

The one formation I did not capture was the delta formation with all six.

This was as close as I came to the classic mirror shot.

This was as close as I came to the classic mirror shot.

Coming in stacked.

Coming in stacked.

Capt. Eberling performed the stunt where the jet is tilted up and crawls slowly through the air.

Capt. Eberling tilts his nose up and slowly crawls through the air.

The high humidity helped thicken the air streams the jets created as they sped through hard turns at high speeds.

The high humidity helps thicken the vapor trails the jets create as they speed through hard turns at high speeds.

The sky started to darken as another round of rain approached. My exposure was terrible but the airstreams coming off the jet on top are cool.

The sky darkens as another round of rain approaches. The exposure on this shot is terrible but the vapor trails coming off the jet on top are cool as it peels off from the pack during the finale. All three jets are releasing smoke that marks their path through the sky.

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Dirt fishing in Old Town

Frank Russell holds a .58-caliber bullet with what appears to be bite marks on its surface.

Russell Frank holds a .58-caliber bullet with what appears to be bite marks on its surface.

The dogs pulled me along the street as I approached Camp Grover.

Russell Frank was working the southwest corner, waving his metal detector over clay and brown dirt, poking a spade into the earth from time to time before glancing over at me.

“Hey, who’s walking who?” Russell said in greeting.

At that moment, it had been seven months since I first interviewed him. Prior to that interview, I had passed by Russell dozens of times as he and a couple other guys worked their metal detectors through this lot next to the old cemetery along Gay Street. He calls it dirt fishing.

Curiosity finally kicked in. One day in October, I went back to find out what was going on.

Various rusty pieces of metal are scattered across Russell's truck bed, a common sight as he works the former Union army camp.

Various rusty pieces of metal are scattered across Russell’s truck bed, a common sight as he works the former Union army camp.

I found Russell working under the shade of an old cedar tree. A camouflage bandana covered his head, shoulder straps supported his equipment and several tools were strapped to his waist. A hand-forged Mjölnir pendant hung from his neck, occasionally catching the shade from a respectable salt-and-pepper beard.

Various rusty artifacts, from square nails to large unrecognizable hunks of metal, were scattered along the tailgate of his truck, which was parked near a dump truck filled with brush. The construction crew was off that day, but their presence was evident all around us. The ground was being methodically cleared, stripped and lowered several feet to make way for new houses.

“So, what’s going on?” I asked, walking up to him on that clear afternoon.

Russell reached into a pouch and produced a .58-caliber bullet with what appeared to be bite marks gouged into its surface.

I have lived in Old Town for some 20 years now. I never knew that two blocks away, this once gorgeous elevated lot was part of a Union army camp during the Civil War. I learned from the curator of the Johnson County Historical Society, Lisa Irle, that the camp possibly extended to Cave Hollow Park from its headquarters on the Old Town square along Main Street.

The camp’s name comes from Col. Benjamin Grover – respected Johnson County sheriff, state senator, and railroad champion who helped bring the rail line through Johnson County and who died from wounds he suffered in the battle of Lexington.

Russell thinks an injured soldier may have bitten down on that bullet he found as the soldier was being treated in the field. As an army encampment, many soldiers and supply runs came and went from this area. The dirt fishers know this, and they know the ground potentially holds many things that could serve as historical reminders today.

So, as the developer prepared the lot for new homes, Russell and a few others came fishing.

“As they layer it down, hopefully we’ll find something good,” Russell said.

A 3 Merry Widows container...not quite period, but still an interesting find.

A 3 Merry Widows container…not quite period, but still an interesting find.

The day I interviewed him, Russell had found the bullet, an eagle cuff button and a thin, round metal condom container with the name “3 Merry Widows” pressed into the lid. It was certainly one of the more interesting non-period finds.

“Oh snap guess who just made it to the Merry Widows club,” he posted on his Facebook page.

Seven months later, when I wandered up to Russell at the former Union camp, three homes were under construction. Still, he returns. Probably because he’s found a lot more stuff:

  • artifacts1 artifacts2Suspender buckles
  • Horse tack
  • A chunk of brass, possibly part of the bell from the Presbyterian church that burned down on the property
  • Horse or mule shoes, ax heads and miscellaneous iron from the Cave Hollow park area
  • .58 caliber mini balls called three ringers
  • Pistol balls and buckshot (some chewed by people and animals)
  • Union eagle coat and cuff buttons and some civilian buttons.

Russell was originally from Kansas City, Mo., spent 26 years in the military, moved to Warrensburg in 1998 and retired in 2011. Now he spends quite a bit of time listening for the telltale pings through headphones, finding artifacts, lost rings and other treasures.

I’m glad I ran into him again. I had put aside this story, but now my interest was renewed. He’s interesting to talk to, especially when he’s talking about the things that interest him – using electrolysis to clean artifacts, the recent scarcity of display cases and that cool Mjölnir pendant from White Hart Forge and their Mjölnir Project for military service members.

Maybe my interest was renewed because his care for local history is made tangible through these bits of rusted history.

Too much of our local history is being erased. The house at Selmo Park, where university presidents had made their home for nearly 150 years, was demolished in March. The former segregated Howard School across from Blind Boone Park crumbled last winter. And new cookie-cutter duplexes are being built throughout Old Town on top of ground Russell would like more time to search before being disturbed. The new construction is certainly better than the saggy, moldy, dilapidated houses the duplexes replaced. But there’s no appeal in these generic homes that I assume will mostly be temporary housing for airmen and college students.

So, it’s inspiring to see people like Russell out there working to remember and preserve our local history. As a member of the Johnson County Historical Society, he said he is putting together a display for the society with bullets, suspender buckles and buttons.

He’s already pulled in a decent haul, but he’s pushing on for as long as he can.

“I will be hitting every place that is kind enough to let me in to save some history,” Russell said. “The two places I’m working now, the contractors are outstanding folks and understand what me and a few others are trying to do. So, for how long I don’t have an exact timeframe but at the pace things are moving – a year at the most…maybe.”

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Circle, swirl and drift

They circle and there’s sound.

Turmoil in the trees and grace over water,

Pinions bend inches from the surface.

And the redheads scream and chase,

As we scuttle the grass and giggle and cry.


They swirl and we drink.

Echoes of flight in mist that consumes,

We watch the ground, breathless and unaware.

And the redheads drill and scream,

As we snag the limbs and pop the lines.


They drift and then vanish.

Stilt walking, yellow-footed in the shallow,

There’s reclamation when no one’s around.

And the redheads scream and dive,

As we crunch the gravel and stir the dust.

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Emerging from the stare of the chicken

Jenny's sweet Lincoln by Jenny Pierson.

Jenny’s sweet Lincoln.

Sit down, open a vein, and a couple hours later walk out with a 20- or 30-page novella that a panel of thoughtful experts will comb through to judge your scholarly worth.

At least that’s how an academically weary doctoral student described the comprehensive exam experience as we sat in a classroom one floor above the watchful bust of Walter Williams.

Stuff your brain with research data, compile a stack of notecards with names, theories and facts connected to whatever it is you’ve spent the last few years keyword searching in academic journals. And then unleash it.

Of all the heady stuff that bounced around the room during that methods class, the thing that sticks with me the most is the anxiety we get to enjoy while anticipating comps.

Now, I sit 95 miles from the stony gaze of Mr. Williams, and I open a vein. Not to expel exam anxieties or anxieties about methods courses and doctoral seminars to come. No, something happened at the end of my summer break – something that compelled me back to this column after almost a year.

My wife and I reconnected with some old friends on the outskirts of tourist-choked Branson. Just being around them reminded me how satisfying it is to make art.

For me, writing is like sculpting. You mold paragraphs, chisel away flabby passages, delete words and add back what you hope is good stuff.

Jenny and Angi inside RockBottom Studios

Jenny and Angi inside RockBottom Studios

Anyway, Jenny and Olof Pierson are two working class artists who make you want to get creative. You look around at all of the good work they’ve done and you wonder what the heck you are waiting for. When they aren’t making art or helping others make art, the Piersons are building or remodeling or being cool parents of really creative children.

After we left, I thought of all the excuses I made for not writing anything besides academic papers, grocery lists and sticky notes to myself. Well, there’s no excuse for inaction. If you are not working on something creative, you are simply existing. And that’s not living.

This summer, we certainly lived it up. But we needed a change of pace after a few days of living next to the unblinking stare of a giant chicken that guards the entrance to a family restaurant, illuminated by the billboards and theaters for Baldknobbers and countless other comedic and country gospel singing sensations.

So, we found a nice pebble beach, swam in cool, clear water and then found our friends and met a few new ones.

Branson is fine, but on the other side of the tracks is this peaceful little place called Kimberling City. You can breathe there and look out at Table Rock Lake and not wonder when you will be able to make that left turn so you can make it to the show on time.

And Jenny and Olof brave Silver Dollar City traffic to call that peaceful little place home. Back in Branson, they ponder the future of public art from their new gallery, RockBottom Studios, next door to a massive outdoor shopping mall called the Landing where a fountain synchs fire and water to “Moondance” as fog rolls off the frigid waters of Lake Taneycomo.

In the meantime, they contemplate ways to lure anyone who appreciates art to the cool basement space they remodeled into an art gallery and social club. Their kids and skateboarders and other folks from the community paint and congregate in the main gallery surrounded by serious, some seriously expensive and some seriously inexpensive, original artwork.

So, here I am 160 miles from Kimberling City, wondering what’s new at RockBottom Studios, creating something new during the last weekend before classes begin.

I’m still getting used to the overwhelming feeling of meeting new students, reuniting with old students, hearing their success stories and having my heart broken by watching others drift away.

Art is an anxiety killer. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t experience a touch of it while making this, but who cares? That’s just part of the process.

Let’s make stuff.

By Jennifer Pierson

By Jennifer Pierson

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The art of looking back

It’s that time of year when you start to see all of those “year-in-review” stories on the front page of the newspaper.

Most small town papers do it because recapping the year fills space. Remembering the “big news” of the year, we’re reminded of the highs and lows, of tragedy and victory.

And you can insert your own cliché here.

Like I said, rerunning stories fills space. That’s all it does. There’s no other reason for it.

The readers are none the wiser or richer. Our community doesn’t rally behind old news. Those stories, if they are reread at all, don’t make us feel anything. They don’t inspire action, outrage or satisfaction.

The blocks of words are just cold column inches.

But the folks who put the paper together (and I’ve been there) will justify this tradition by telling you this is a slow time of the year for news. There isn’t much on the council’s agenda. The boards are wishing one another happy holidays. The budgets are behind us. Winter break is upon us at the university, and public schools are about to let out.

The news is yawning and ready for a nap.

I always thought that was such a load of crap.

There are stories all around us, stories that will never be told because we’re too busy recapping, rehashing and reliving.

Instead of digging into the top stories of the year and working on follow-up stories, it’s easier to treat stories like sentences – something that ends with a period.

But the stories we write never have a clear beginning or ending. We try to find a logical place to begin so the reader understands where we’re going, and then we try to end gracefully if possible.

But the people in the story do not become frozen in time after we punctuate the last sentence in the story.

William Woo said journalism is a public trust. It’s more than simply being in the information business and it’s more than supplying the news. It’s certainly more than just filling space.

The public trust is served when we tell our stories and when we tell it plainly.

The public trust is served when we continue to ask questions and tell the story that lies beneath the surface.

The public trust is served when we write about the poor and the homeless throughout the year and not just during the holidays.

Let’s talk about health care navigators and people buying health insurance. We can talk about a clunky piece of legislation, but it’s high time to talk about what we can do about it.

Let’s talk about crime and the work of law enforcement — the positive and the negative. Let’s talk about safety and defending yourselves.

I’m not saying we should never look back. Journalists should always look back. When we do, we should do it because we’re telling another story about where we’re going.

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Put people first

I teach young men and women how to be journalists.

It’s a strange thing for me to think about because it’s not something I ever wanted to do.

I just wanted to report and write.

But things change. And here I am, telling young men and women to snap out of this inverted pyramid sleepwalk.

But let me back up a minute. A speaker at a recent Associated Press conference addressed a room full of pros about how to write enterprise stories.

Jack Lessenberry admonished us to put people first.

“Unless you want to start working for a living,” he said.

Indeed. People first.

You hear that? Unless you want to start working for a living, how about we look at the world like a person?

It’s funny how we have to constantly remind ourselves about this simple fact.

The stories we write, the tales we tell, each one touches a person in some fashion. So, how about this? Instead of running the news release and moving on, let’s take a closer look.

Last April, for example, our student publication received a news release from the police that officers shot and killed a man named Beau Appleton as they served a search warrant on his home.

There were few details because the investigation was ongoing, both regarding the original case and into the shooting.

Months passed, but I refused to allow our student reporters to let the story die.

What happened? What did the police find?

Today, the efforts of our Sunshine Law requests for reports paid off and we published more details about the raid.

Police kicked in his door, tossed flashbang grenades inside and entered. Beau shot at the police with a double-barreled shotgun and the police shot him dead. His wife was on a bed between him and the police. His two teenaged daughters were in adjacent rooms.

Apparently they found a little baggie of pot.

There are still plenty of unanswered questions. Will our readers ever get to know who this guy was as a person? Or will they only know him as the guy on the east side of town where the houses are small and unadorned as the person who shot at police after they broke down his front door?

Will we ever know why the police chose this tactic while the man’s family was home? Can a person hear someone yelling at them to put their gun down after experiencing a flashbang grenade?

It begs the question, wouldn’t it seem probable that a suspected drug dealer who is known to have guns would shoot at someone who breaks down his front door?

Drug dealers tend to deal with scallywags who are known to break into places to steal things like other people’s drugs, money and guns.

How and why the police decided to do what they did is irrelevant now. Obviously they had their reasons.

We should trust the police. We should be able to trust people in authority.

But journalists must hold them accountable. It’s a harrowing task to question authority, but it’s an important job.

Believe it or not, it takes hard work and persistence to find the truth or at least a clearer picture that lurks behind a sterile, impersonal news release.

Put people first.

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