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right to know'
Over the years, for a variety of sad
reasons, I've seen many faces of
tragedy and grief.
Among them the rail crash scene at
Tangiwai on Christmas Day, 1953
where 151 died -- including one of my
school mates. On assignment, I
unexpectedly helped his father
unsuccessfully search the relief train
as the shattered survivors stumbled
off.Walking a pilgrimage of mourning
with me at Aramoana, the grandfather
of one of the children gunned down
there in November 1990, retraced the
gunman's murderous trail which
ended with 13 dead. I remember the
old man silently poking absent-
mindedly with his walking stick at a
used cartridge case at a place where
new-cut flowers hung on the fence. He
was holding back tears.
But like so many I have never seen
such private grief so publicly visible
for so long as in the media coverage of
the Scott Guy murder trial. Detail
after detail, repeated endlessly, even
how, for instance, the widow of the
victim wore her wedding ring as she
testified. But her sister-in-law -- wife of
the man charged -- was not wearing
the ring her husband had given her
when she gave evidence.
The tear-stained faces of the two
women, their voices and what they
retold in the witness box.
The fact that they will live the rest
of their lives in the black shadow of
these events does not need recapping.
And the tense face of the accused
reprinted large on page one on what
seemed virtually every day of his
Like some four-week virtual special,
on and on, without the ads, right up to
that moment when the weeping widow
rushed from the court at the not
guilty'' verdict -- and her words: He
killed my husband.'' With her message
on the grave to come.
My mind went back to those minutes
on the railway station after we had
searched the Tangiwai relief train for
Don, his father shaking my hand and
thanking me. And that image of him
walking away along the deserted plat-
form lined with the empty carriages,
his shoulders hunched with unspeak-
In the context of July 2012 that
would be seen as a great page one pic
with the matching emotional words.
But I never wrote the words and the
photo was never taken.
Just as there was a long-standing
catchphrase then about something
called the public's right to know'',
there was an unspoken rule on recog-
nition of privacy, honouring the right
to private grief, of doors which were
never knocked on, photo stake-outs
which were never set up, confidences
which were never broken.
I remembered our late morning Star
special edition on the moon landing --
it was Monday, July 20, 1969 so I'd
thought it natural to put a dateline of
Moonday'' on it.
Interestingly, the Moonday Star had
about the same number of high impact
pages as last week's Guy murder ver-
That great professional, Metro
magazine founder Warwick Roger,
who once worked with and for me,
later wrote a series of obituaries over
the looming death of the Auckland
Star we had both been so proud of.
In one of these obits, he referred to
me as the last of yesterday's men''.
Over the years, I have grown rather
proud of that title.
Never more than in the media
overkill of recent days.
Remember the housewife's letter of
criticism of the quality of imported fish
I promised a response from the
importers. Not unnaturally, because
essential detail on the exact nature of
the type of fish she wrote about was
not available, the company was reluc-
tant to comment.
But more facts about our fish
imports and world trends came to light
in discussions with them.
Apparently it's possible that the fish
was a type caught off the Pacific coast
of Russia then processed in China
before importing here.
And when the letter writer went
back to her supermarket in an effort to
identify the fish she had bought none
of it was in stock.
But she could have bought whitebait
labelled: Product of Indonesia''. Not
the West Coast.
I never realised our great fishing
nation imported from as well as
exported to the world. Is it possible we
could also be importing fish caught in
our own waters? If not now then in the
There's a shopping lesson here. If
the source matters to you, make sure
you read the small print.
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