I sent T.T. Thomas a few questions after David and I posted her 'scoop' to the Assignment Zero blog. Here's what she shared with me.....
Question: How did you get the scoop? Can you give us the story behind the scenes?
Answer: The story came about because of what I was doing while feeling like there was nothing very worthwhile I was going to do for Assignment Zero. True, I had written my "featurette" on Bizarre Hank and friends....but where was the hard news?
I found the AZ site overwhelmingly complex, but thanks to David that's getting better every day. But the thing that was really bothering me was: What, really, is my assignment? I knew, generally, of course, but not specifically. Generally it had to do with crowdsourcing and law enforcement. Big Whoop---big subject. So I did what I always do when I don't know what to do: I read. I research what I read. I read some more.
I read every Los Angeles area law enforcement story, looked at all their sites, tried to get an interview with an LA Times crime reporter who writes a blog called The Homicide Report, sent her a couple emails, and got no response, at least to date. I still like her blog though. LOL. I was about ready to pick up the phone and call Chief Bratten, when I decided to check out the FBI site. And that's when it began to click in for me.
A few days earlier, I had read a news release written a little more than a year ago (March 9, 2006, to be exact) about the FBI's efforts to aid other law enforcement agencies in the detection of online sexual predators. I began to wonder how, a year later, the program was going. I knew the Bureau worked in conjunction with the National Center for Missing & Exploited Children, but until I picked up the phone to call the FBI, I had no idea how effective the task force efforts are becoming.
I spoke with Lauren Eimiller, a press liaison at the FBI, and talked a bit about crowdsourcing vis a via law enforcement. I asked her if the various citizen groups as well as private citizens had helped, were helping. We talked about the tools that law enforcement is trying to give parents, teachers and other concerned citizens and groups, and somewhere in there, she said, "As a matter of fact, I'm preparing a news release that's going out soon about a citizen tip that led us to a guy from Long Beach, CA, we just picked up in Oregon."
Hmmmm. How soon is soon? I wondered.
She didn't elaborate....even after I said, "Really?" a few times. I thanked her, got off the phone and I did what any reporter does, I started writing. An email. To Laura, my new best friend at the FBI. Here's what I said:
Thank you Laura....for the links and information. Wondering when you expect to publish the news release on the case involving the tip? Any remote chance I could get a general sense of what this will be about before it's published? (Probably not, but I have to ask!)
By the way, here's the link to the project I'm working on. AssignmentZero | An Experiment in Pro-Am Journalism
The part of the project I'm working on is called Crowdsourcing Law Enforcement. Is there any chance I could get you to post something on our blog? Other examples of crowdsourced crime fighting? | AssignmentZero I'm working with a great team (and I've cc'd them on this note back to you), but some words from an absolute expert would help us get the participation coup we unabashedly seek. Just a few words would be most appreciated. Anyway, the invitation has been extended! As you said when we spoke, the FBI's involvement with NCMEC seems to be one of the most successful and tangible examples of where crowdsourcing works quite well, in part because "the crowd" has been given the kinds of easy-to-use tools (tip line, via phone and Internet, and much more) than the same "crowd" would have without law enforcement's close collaboration with a group like NCMEC. Did I get that right?
Thanks for taking my call.
Regards,
T.T. Thomas
She must have decided I got it right, and she could probably hear the unveiled excitement in my voice when we were talking, because I got an email back within a half hour, telling me the basics of the story. I had virtually everything but the perp's name. I poured another cup of coffee. I had another of my one remaining vice in life: a cigarette. I paced a bit. I wrote a note to Robin, and as I opened Word to compose my story, such as it was, another email from Laura....this time I had the name, age, and more: I had two really creepy pictures of this guy.
Question: You've been working with the Assignment Zero crowdsourced crime group for about two weeks now. How is today's story connected with the work you're doing with the group?
Answer: I knew I had something, but when I went to sign on to AZ, I forgot my name. I was that excited! Very cool experience because although I thought I might have a scoop, I was basically just happy that I had a story. I actually had my story done by 2:30 p.m. and posted by 3:16 p.m. KGW.com had a 4:20 p.m. timeline on their story. If I hadn't forgot my name, then my password, then how to edit a posted piece, I'd have had the story done an hour earlier!
But really, even before that, if I hadn't done what felt like all that meaningless reading while I was trying to sort out my place, and my contribution to AZ, and if Robin hadn't written me about 400 emails saying don't leave yet, I would have probably had to cover the fire in the Hollywood Hills, and that's so...last fire season. The connection to my FBI story and the group with whom I am working is a seemingly invisible one, to some degree, filled with a million emails, a palpable sense of excitement, determination and mutual respect. Yes, I could have done it without them, in the strict sense of the word, because I was trained and educated as a print reporter, but the point is: I wouldn't have wanted to. The corollary to that is this: Because of my team, I wanted to make something work, I wanted us to get a story. I didn't care who got it, but I wanted our group to get it. I never dreamed I'd get a scoop, but I knew I had one the minute I starting talking to the FBI.
Question: In your profile you introduce yourself like this: "I have an uncanny ability to smell a rat, a compelling dislike of most group ventures, a curiosity that mandates I reconsider that prejudice from time to time, and an appallingly consistent track record of rigorously defending anyone's right to make an ass of themselves right before exposing the ignorance, the hypocrisy and the blatent stupidity that has earned that person the dubious accolade of self-induced idiot. Beyond that, I have an abiding love of humankind. Heh. No, seriously, I like a little humor with my facts, please." Can you tell us a little more?
Answer: About my profile. It's true, I have a wry sense of humor, and I try to sound cynical, but I'm basically mush with good instincts and a measure of ability to write. I attended school at the University of Washington School of Communications so long ago I don't think there was an Internet. In 1963, I moved to New York and worked on a publication called Physics Today, published by the American Institute of Physics. I didn't know a damn thing about physics, did poorly in all science and math studies, but I was an avid reader of Time magaine. Wouldn't you know, when the Editor of Physics Today asked me if I knew who Neils Bohr was, I did, having just read about him in Time. I had that kind of luck. For about a year I was the Books Editor for the magazine, writing to famous scientists, asking them to review a book, and basically cleaning up their pitiful mastery of the English language.
I moved back to Los Angeles, worked for Fairchild Publications, on two trade publications called, Women's Wear Daily and Home Furnishings Daily. I was writing about blenders in the morning and beautiful babes in the evening. WWD later morphed into the inimitable "W" found on all tastefully appointed coffee tables all over the world.
Later I worked for Billboard Publications, where I was West Coast Editor for Merchandising Weekly, and an infrequent contributor to Billboard Magazine. Once again, blenders in the morning, bongos in the evening. One day, I noticed that all the people coming to pitch their stories about their fabulous electric razors, vacuum cleaners and flooring were called publicists. They always dressed exquisitely, took me to expensive lunches in their Jaguars and generally seemed pleased with themselves and their lives. I wondered: How do I get that job?
Long story short, I began to work in Los Angeles and New York for first, a public relations firm called Campeau, Lippman & Associates (I being one of the associates), and then, when that firm went kaput, I signed on with one of the firm's clients and became Director of Corporate Communications for a company out of Blauvelt, New York called BSR (USA) Ltd. The parent company was BSR UK, and I wrote all the press releases, held the press conferences and held a lot of writer's hands. The company's big claim to fame was the introduction of the first remote controlled turntable, dubbed, ACCUTRAC.
When I hear the phrase, 'you've come a long way, baby,' I certainly know what it means! Turntables....no wonder I had trouble figuring out my IPOD.
Question: Why did you join Assignment Zero? the crowdsourced crime group?
Answer: I've always wanted to write a novel, a mystery, detective, that sort of thing.
I returned to Los Angeles and opened my own public relations firm, which I later sold to a man who had a real estate p.r. firm. I couldn't stand him, and he didn't much like me, so I did what any self-respecting former journalist would do: I quit to write the all-American novel.
Suffice it to say that the book, like my life to that point, was considered 'brilliant but flawed.' My agent (yes I actually had one, a very big one) suggested I rework the book. She might as well have said unweave a tapestry, but leave in the good parts.
My Mother, bless her soul, suggested that perhaps I should get a "real" job. My father, bless his soul, appeared to agree. Well, as I had written an unpublishable book, had gone through all my money, and quite a bit of Daddy's, I at least pretended to take the suggestion seriously.
In-between all this, I wrote freelance articles for in-flight magazines, I wrote a stupid article on home electronics for (I'm ashamed) Playgirl magazine, I actually had a piece in the Los Angeles Sunday Times Home magazine on the latest electronic gadgets, and I wrote for any number of trade publications, in a variety of industrys. It seemed silly to waste all that blender and flooring knowledge.
Eventually, I did get a "real" job, but that's another story. What I will say is that it has enabled me to buy a house, buy a couple computers, and actually spend some time on my writing. I've got two books going right now. One is a historical Romance, and the other is a Mystery. I can't seem to escape genre.
So, to answer your question, this entire Assignment Zero thing was probably just another clever way for me to avoid sitting down to finish the novels. Something about me can't let go of journalism, no matter how many times it seemed to have let go of me. Turns out one really can't unweave a flawed masterpiece because the good parts are not always the best parts of the story.
Question: (note - I asked T.T. if she'd like to ask herself some questions. This is a T.T. question.) Where did you grow up(or something like that).
Answer: I was born in London, raised in Peoria, Illinois, educated by Dominican nuns and Jesuit priests, and have lived in Southern California for about 20 years. I should add that about three days into this AZ thing, my partner was against my participation because I was in a bad mood, my carpal tunnel was raging and I wasn't going to be happy until I figured out how to contribute---and nothing was happening for me in that regard. We reached a compromise of sorts. I pretended not to pay much attention to AZ, I surreptitiously wrote furious emails back and forth to Robin, and early this morning, I suggested my partner go get her hair done. (It's a guaranteed deal, I think.)
I did virtually everything on my story by the time she got back (that weaving stuff takes hours!) and guess who is writing everyone we know about how exciting this AZ thing is? Uh huh. Never underestimate the power of the press. I forgot to mention...one of my very first jobs was so long ago that my title was "Women's Editor." It was for a small weekly paper called The Argus, in Newark, CA, up in the Bay area. The paper was owned by The Hayward Daily Review, and sometimes they'd let me write wedding announcements for the "big" paper. That's where I learned that a Groom handles horses and a Bridegroom handles...uh, gets married.
Anyway, in what I like to think of as an exceptionally fitting irony, my partner grew up in Newark, and her parents read "my" articles long before I ever met her, which was seven years ago. They say the Irish are lucky....I'm Irish because during WWII my Irish mother met my Air Force glider pilot father in London, and....here I am, very, very lucky.