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April 23, 2007

IN MEMORIAM: David Halberstam’ s 2005 Graduation Address & Other Links

Filed under: Speakers, Speeches, Obits

Legendary journalist David Halberstam, who was killed in a car crash on April 23, 2007, had a long relationship with the Columbia J-school over several decades.

In 2005, he received the Columbia Journalism School’s highest honor, the Columbia Journalism Award and addressed that year’s graduates.

See the text of his speech here:
http://www.jrn.columbia.edu/students/graduation2005/halberstam.asp

UPDATE: Prof. Mirta Ojito writes in Poynter about listening to Halberstam’s final speech at Berkeley:
http://poynter.org/content/content_view.asp?id=122105.

You can also hear audio and read a transcript of that speech here: http://journalism.berkeley.edu/events/halberstam/

UPDATE FROM CJR:

Rewind: David Halberstam on reporting Vietnam
http://www.cjr.org/issues/2006/6/Halberstam1.asp

Much of what has been written about Halberstam in the wake of his tragic
death April 23rd, is about Halberstam the writer. But Halberstam was
primarily a reporter. He took great joy in it and respected others who did it
well. Here, in an article for our November 2006 issue, he salutes the other
great reporters who told a true story of the war in Vietnam.

November 10, 2006

PROF. PHYLLIS GARLAND: Obit & Tributes

Last updated March 19, 2007, 8:00 a.m.

Columbia Memorial Service, Monday, March 19, 2007 at 6 p.m.

Several items below about the passing of Prof. Phyllis Garland, beloved faculty member at the J-school for 30 years, who died Nov. 7, 2006. Prof. Garland, who held the title of Professor Emerita, was 71 years old.

Columbia Journalism School mourns death of Phyl Garland - Journalist, musician, master teacher
The faculty and staff of the Columbia University Graduate School of Journalism mourn the death of their colleague and friend, Master Teacher Phyllis T. Garland, who died on November 7 of cancer at age 71. Phyl, as she was known, was the first tenured black faculty member at the journalism school, where she taught for more than three decades. In addition to her Cultural Affairs Reporting and Writing class, Garland was a Master’s Project advisor, and founded and then served as the administrator of the National Arts Journalism Program at Columbia.

Phyl began her career in 1959 as one of the first women reporters for The Pittsburgh Courier. She would later become an editor there. Throughout the years, she covered issues relevant to African-Americans, including the March on Washington, the Civil Rights Movement, discrimination in housing, education, labor, and the arts, and then the first blacks elected to public office in Mississippi. She went on to become the New York City editor of Ebony magazine.

Phyl’s first love, however, was music. Her collection of black music - jazz, soul, and R&B recordings – covered bookcases from floor to ceiling in her Greenwich Village apartment. For 20 years, she was a contributing editor for Stereo Review, and was the author of The Sound of Soul (1969), a comprehensive book on black music.

Dean Nicholas Lemann described her as “a major presence in the life of this school for decades, and a woman of tremendous love, passion, spirit, and commitment to all the best things in journalism. Hers was a life wonderfully well lived, and that is something for us to bear in mind as we mourn her passing.”

When she retired from the school in 2004, she sang at her own party, accompanied by an all-female band. She was presented with a scroll, which described her as someone with “affection, respect and advocacy for students…a deep love of music and its interplay with culture…and a fierce appreciation of African-American artists and the essential role of the arts in American culture.”

Private funeral services will be held on Saturday, November 18 at 5 pm in McKeesport, PA.
Flowers can be sent to:
Bethlehem Baptist Church
716 Walnut Street
McKeesport, PA 15132
412-664-7272

Please feel free to send cards to:
Myrna Garry (Phyl’s cousin)
10010 Windstream Drive
Columbia, MD 21044

Kelly Burks (Myrna’s daughter)
5108 Jamesdale Court
Glenn Dale, MD 20769

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From Nicholas Lemann
J-School Faculty List
Nov 8, 2006 9:43 AM

Dear Friends,

We have just received word that Professor Emerita Phyllis Garland passed away yesterday—evidently without pain. Phyl was a major presence in the life of this school for decades, and a woman of tremendous love, passion, spirit, and commitment to all the best things in journalism. I am sure we will be holding a full-dress memorial service, but for now I just wanted to let you know the news. Hers was a life wonderfully well lived, and that is something is bear in mind as we mourn her passing.

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OFFICIAL FACULTY BIO
Phyllis Garland: B.S.J., Northwestern; L.H.D. (honorary), Point Park College. Reporter, editor, Pittsburgh Courier; assistant editor, associate editor, New York editor, Ebony; assistant professor, State University of New York (New Paltz); consultant, National Endowment for the Arts; administrator, National Arts Journalism Program at Columbia; freelance writer and contributing editor, Stereo Review; author, The Sound of Soul (1969); distinguished scholar of the United Negro College Fund; writer, documentary film, Adam Clayton Powell (1989).

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LINKS TO OBITS & ARTICLES

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Your Tributes Here

Please e-mail Sree Sreenivasan - ss221@columbia.edu (subject line = Prof. Garland) - please indicate your connection to her.

  1. From June Cross, J-School professor:
    I remember the name Phyl Garland from a time before I even knew I wanted to be a journalist; a time when, as a child, the adults around me discussed in hushed tones the efforts of the nine black students in Little Rock to desegregate Central High School and the battles between the NAACP and SNCC over whether the courts or the streets was the best method to achieve social justice. Black folks distrusted the bias of mainstream newspapers back then; and one the papers most often turned to was the Pittsburgh Courier, where Phyl Garland, a female reporter, covered arts stories; where her mother, Hazel Garland, served as the paper’s editor. The androgynous name struck me; I followed its byline from the Courier, to Ebony magazine back when that magazine covered real events, and when I finally met Phyl at one of the black national conventions in the early seventies I was bowled over by her generosity of spirit, her warmth, her wit; her admonition that I not let being a woman in what was then overwhelmingly a man’s field interfere with my determination to be a good journalist.

    We lost track of one another for a long time; then, when I came to the J-school, Phyl took me under her wing and convinced me to stay over many long evenings. She made it clear that the work would not be easy but stressed that it was important; she plied me with the stories of her career over jazz, food, wine, and her numerous humorous anecdotes about both students and faculty.

    On the day I received tenure last May, one of the the first calls I made was to Phyl. She was already ill by then, and weak; but when I told her the news, she assumed her “professorial” voice and lectured me for a while on the mantle she expected me to assume. I had so looked forward to her continued mentorship in the years ahead; instead, I will strive to honor the space she created here.

  2. From Addie Rimmer, J-school Professor:
    How do you pay tribute to someone who has been a mentor, a teacher, a role model, a friend and someone who was always there for you? How do you honor a pioneer who flung open doors and kept them propped open so others might join her? How do you say thank you to an amazing woman — a smart, proud and gentle woman who was a remarkable warrior. In the face of pain, she knew how to laugh. In the face of adversity, she knew how to persevere. Of the many things I treasure about her was her amazing ability to slow you down long enough to see what was so obvious that you missed it because you were busy looking for something else. As a teacher and editor, she helped you synthesize stories from the masses of notes that filled your notebook. She listened. She asked questions. She listened and soon you heard the story you wanted to tell.

    During my interviews to join the faculty, I reminded Phyl that years ago she had encouraged me to leave my native New York. Without missing a beat, she said, yes that was true. “But I didn’t tell you to be gone for so long. ” I felt like I was back home.

    Two years ago it was such a real joy to celebrate Phyl’s retirement at her party in the World Room. Classic Phyl — she had invited her own backup — an all-female band so she could sing. She was ready to move on — enthusiastic about new projects and finishing up others that she had nurtured during her 31-year tenure at Columbia. Classic Phyl — still passionate about journalism and telling stories. I will miss her terribly.

  3. From David Klatell, Vice Dean:
    Phyl was no angel, which is a good thing, because she’d have been bored
    stiff. Her laugh was too physical, her interests too varied, her
    passions too great, her friends and feuds too varied.

    One short anecdote always seemed to capture her essence: My wife and I
    had been to a concert by the Carnegie Hall Jazz Band, led by trumpeter
    John Faddis. The guest artist was a barrel-chested blues singer, named
    McKenna. The next day in the office, I was waxing enthusiastic about the
    artists and she said, Faddis can still hit those high notes better than
    anyone, but you should have heard him in Pittsburgh in the ’50s, and I
    knew McKenna in Kansas City when he was a skinny little rat. He’s
    fattened up nicely.” And then, of course, laughter bubbled through her
    until she had to wipe her eyes.

  4. From Judith Crist, J’45; adjunct faculty member:
    My thoughts about Phyllis Garland, beloved friend and colleague:

    Phyl and I met and formed a mutual admiration society in the early Sixties. Her office on the fifth floor was across the hall from the room in which I taught my critical writing classes, and Phyllis had an open-door policy. We soon shared not only her giant Webster’s when “word” problems became a class issue, but also our passion for the lively arts. Phyl educated me in the current-pop fields of her expertise. She was smart and she was witty. Over the years we were both named several times to the committees in search of a new dean. We called ourselves “threefers” (a play on the two-for-the-price-of-one “twofers” of showbiz). Phyl was a woman, African-American and junior faculty. I was a woman, Jewish and adjunct faculty. Three politically correct attributes apiece. I also served on the Genauer Prize selection committee that Phyl headed for many years. And my last in-school encounters were for that, in the sun-filled eighth-floor office she filled with plants and, above all, her lively and caring personality. She is deep in my heart.

  5. From Sig Gissler, special faculty member and now administrator of the Pulitzer Prizes:
    I was white and she was black, but Phyllis Garland and I shared a deep
    interest in the complex role of race in American society - and in the news
    media’s often flawed coverage of racial issues. I first met Phyllis in 1993.
    After many years as a newspaper editor, I was a senior fellow at the old
    Media Studies Center at Columbia studying the interplay of race and media.
    Phyllis invited me to talk to her evening class, which she led with majestic
    ease. We hit it off. A year later, she supported my application to join the
    journalism faculty and helped me design a new seminar called “Race and
    Ethnicity in the New Urban America,” which I taught for eight years. She
    encouraged me at every turn, always ready with tips, sources and
    suggestions. In 1999, she pitched in again to help me and others create
    what became “Let’s Do It Better: Columbia’s Workshops on Journalism, Race
    and Ethnicity.” Again, her wisdom, judgment and bone-deep understanding of
    racial history were indispensable. All the while, she set a wonderful
    example in her devoted relationship with students. Phyllis touched many
    lives. I’m glad she left a lovely thumb print on mine.
  6. From Helen Benedict, faculty member:
    Phyl was always a great supporter and friend, from the moment I
    arrived in this school 20 years ago. She was a champion of fair
    treatment for women and people of color, and we went through quite
    a few struggles together over these issues during the years. She
    also had a love of the arts, music and writing, and a beautiful
    jazz singer’s voice. She adored her students and cared terribly
    about justice and integrity. She was also just a whole lot of fun.
    She had so many things she wanted to accomplish with the free time
    after her retirement. This premature death is heartbreaking.
  7. From LynNell Hancock, faculty member:
    Over the years Phyl Garland has been my professor, my colleague and my
    friend. In all these roles she was her genuine self–warm, caring, deeply
    passionate, and a whole lot of fun. Phyl taught me all those pesky basics with humor
    and patience when I was her RW1 student. Occasionally her eyes would flash
    with exasperation when we didn’t live up to expectations, her commanding voice
    would boom with indignation over an injustice. It wouldn’t be long, though,
    before she would erupt into a belly laugh over the absurdity of it all, and
    then would regale us with stories of interviewing Duke Ellington sans habille,
    or chasing Martin Luther King, Jr. down the street for a story. Phyl got a
    kick out of welcoming me into the faculty decades later as her colleague. She
    couldn’t believe she had stayed so long at Columbia that her old students
    were now moving in to the office next door. Her generosity remained in tact, as
    she answered my endless questions about the Black press in America, or the
    jazz greats from Kansas City. At Phyl’s retirement party I remember the late
    Professor Jim Carey saying that the heart of the school was leaving with her.
    No one could really replace her sense of dedication to the cause of gender and
    racial equity in the student body, on the faculty. And no one but Phyl could
    rock the stately World Room with her own singing voice and the sounds of an
    all-female jazz trio. There is no one like her.
  8. From Deborah Wassertzug, Journalism School librarian:
    I am so sorry to hear of the loss of another cherished member of the
    J-school family. I always enjoyed my talks with Professor Garland,
    which would begin with a research question on her part, but easily
    evolve into discussions about music and books. (I still remember
    being stunned when she told me that her book on soul was published
    by Regnery, a house that has changed a lot since then!). I will
    miss the exuberant way she would enter a room and greet you - so
    warmly - and I wish comfort to her family and many friends who are
    missing her.
  9. From Steve Ross, J’70; former professor; editor, BroadbandProperties:
    2006 has turned into a tough year.

    What I cherish most about Phyl was her insistence on going her own way — and on almost always being nice about it. I don’t ever remember her going back on her word, or doing
    something behind someone’s back.

    Phyl will be remembered, of course, as the first female professor, and as the second black, ever tenured by the J-school. That sells her short. She managed to be a culture-vulture and a news hawk. She was a fine professor — not merely a fine “black female” professor — who was adored by most of her charges.

    She taught students in her RW1 class both how to dig for local stories (a skill that’s being lost in American journalism) and to appreciate the glory of the arts (a skill that few journalists have ever mastered; heaven knows I haven’t).

    When she ran the “Columbia Branch” of the national arts reporting fellowship program, she sometimes sent fellows to me for mini-courses in arts financing. That ended when the program was reorganized. But she understood that a good jazz performance starts with box office basics.

    I especially remember when Phyl’s mom — also a pioneering journalist — passed on. I’m sure they’ve been catching up on the news this week… and that they are indeed smiling,
    no, laughing.

  10. From E.R. Shipp, J’79; former professor; Lawrence Stessin Distinguished Professor in Journalism at Hofstra University
    Columbia didn’t know what to do with me and Addie Rimmer when we arrived on
    the scene at the J-School in 1977 among the class with the largest number of
    blackfolk to date. But Luther P. Jackson did. And so did Phyl. In their very
    different approaches to journalism education - but not to overcoming racism by
    not letting it be a crutch to failure - Phyl and Luther shaped the outlook of so
    many of us. I was a Luther student, so during my year or so in the J-School I
    spent more time in his orb than I did in Phyl’s. Over time, however, it was
    evident that Phyl’s influence was not limited to blacks. She reached out to and
    listened to and steered - sometimes gently, sometimes not - students of
    color, women, gays and lesbians and the artsy-fartsy types in a Front Page
    journalism school.

    When I joined the faculty as a grownup in 1994, she was so welcoming. I
    gained from her wisdom in not just teaching but in navigating the bureaucratic
    waters. In turn, I introduced her to some of the campus life from which she had
    been cloistered as a resident of that J-School building.

    Phyl and I had something in common beyond journalism: We liked to eat and, to
    eat well, we liked to cook. She could throw down! Because she was competitive
    in this realm, I think she would appreciate my saying that so can I!

    We both loved jazz. She knew jazz and was one of the first journalists to put
    the virtuoso Wynton Marsalis on the national radar screen in a piece for
    Ebony magazine. I could not talk jazz the way she could and, obviously, did not
    know the players as she did. But she got a kick out of my story of how I covered
    the unpublicized memorial service of Miles Davis at St. Peter’s Lutheran
    Church, the so-called jazz parish. I’d been attending memorial jam sessions there
    since I arrived in New York City as a student in the 1970s and realized that
    was the best venue to catch the greatest jazz musicians for free. Just read the
    obits to see who’d died and find out when the memorial gathering would take
    place at St. Peter’s. Not too long before Miles’s death, I’d attended the
    wedding of a distant relative, the jazz pianist Matthew Shipp Jr. Father John
    Gensel of St. Peter’s officiated. When Miles died in 1991, I just presumed that
    something would happen at St. Peter’s. But there was no announcement. After
    working all the official public relations routes and receiving no information, I
    called at night when a security guard answered the phone and asked if anything
    big was scheduled there in the next few days. He said there was a funeral on
    Saturday, Oct. 5. So I showed up and rather brazenly attached myself to Father
    Gensel and walked in with him. Once inside, I realized that I would look like
    a dummy if I didn’t recognize the music well enough to describe it in the
    piece I had in mind for the New York Times. Thankfully, the music was Kind of
    Blue, an album I knew inside out. (In explaining nut grafs to students I play for
    them “So What” from that album). The other thing that saved me was having
    Dizzy Gillespie there working the room, greeting the sidemen who’d played with
    him and Miles over the decades. Phyl would have no doubt known everybody
    there. How she chuckled about that story!

    Phyl was part of a Columbia group that treated a guest speaker, Carole
    Simpson, to dinner at a downtown restaurant that featured jazz. I didn’t notice that
    this was live jazz; we were so busy eating and talking. When I did see that
    this was Ron Carter and his ensemble and went (I believe with Prof. Derwin
    Johnson) to thank him for the music during intermission, he blessed us out, as
    they’d politely say down home. He raged. Because we were the only black group
    there and we were talking so loudly, we didn’t set a good example for the rest of
    the room. Yes, he did bless us out! Phyl came over to save the day as we
    slunk back to our table. We minded our manners after that.

    It’s a strange coincidence that Phyl and Ed Bradley, pioneering journalists
    in different media but both jazz nuts, died a day apart. Both could jam, but
    Bradley, being a TV guy, has more footage to document it. I don’t know about his
    musical collection, but Phyl had thousands of albums, many of them quite
    rare. Bradley was an ebullient amateur on the stage, but even he said he couldn’t
    carry a note. Phyl carried the notes. And us.

    The last social event that I attended in her presence was in January, the
    90th birthday celebration of our friend Evelyn Cunningham. Evelyn, one of the
    doyennes of black journalism, was another alum of the Pittsburgh Courier and had
    been mentored there by Phyl’s mother, the editor. The organizers invited 45
    people to tea at a fancy hotel on Manhattan’s East Side and 45 people to
    cocktails at the Rainbow Room. Guess who got the tea invites? Phyl did, and I did.
    When we saw each other there we couldn’t help but laugh. Two people who
    could care less for all that frou-frou were there for Evelyn.

  11. Peter Landis, J’75; managing editor, NY1News:
    Phyllis Garland scared me.

    Thank goodness.

    When I first came to the J School in September of ‘74, I wound up in
    Professor Garland’s RW1 class, bored, and convinced that intense
    study in the basics was the last thing I needed.

    I learned very quickly that I was wrong.

    Boy, was I wrong.

    Professor Garland made me understand that there’s such a thing as
    “attribution”, that I can’t report something as fact if I don’t
    personally know it to be true (no…just because the police
    commissioner told me so doesn’t necessarily make it so).

    I also learned that stream of consciousness (or, occasionally,
    unconsciousness) did not a story make.

    Just when I was growing REALLY TIRED of getting assignments handed
    back with lots of notations and enough squiggles to resemble a
    football play…a breakthrough.

    A piece I wrote about police operations in Brownsville, Brooklyn,
    came back clean (or almost so). As she handed it to me, she actually
    laughed and said something like “welcome to the class”. I didn’t need
    to look at the yellow work paper to know that I’d finally passed
    muster with Phyllis Garland.

    I’ve thought about Phyllis from time to time while pounding away at
    attribution with students at the J school (where I’m an adjunct) or
    with reporters at NY1 News.

    I found out late that she was ill and called the hospice where she
    was being cared for. She wasn’t able to come to the phone but her
    nurse said she would let her know I was thinking about her.

    I hope she got the message.

  12. From Dr. Deborah S. Edelman, J’85; health writer, researcher, author:
    Thankfully, I had an email exchange with Professor Garland less than a year
    ago. She was my RWI instructor and an enthusiastic supporter of my work,
    even though I was a science writing fellowship student and her specialty was
    arts and culture. My first RWI story was about an all-black rodeo in
    Harlem; she passed out copies to the whole class, totally embarrassing me.
    When I went to Greenpoint, Brooklyn, to write a neighborhood feature, I
    brought back an assortment of marzipan from a popular bakery there to share
    with the class. She made a big fuss about that, too; my classmates were
    less pleased. I loved her exuberance and feel grateful to have had her as
    a teacher.
  13. From Stephen M. Silverman, J’75; news editor, People.com:
    Phyllis and I taught together for eight years, during which time I’d
    criticize students and she’d smile at them — and then criticize them
    herself, often breaking into peels of laughter as she did.

    Phyl had the most infectious and hearty laugh, as well as a steady
    and determined focus. Getting her to reminisce was always the biggest
    treat, because the stories ranged from her playing Bloody Mary for
    Rodgers and Hammerstein (after two drinks we’d sing “Bali Hai”
    together), to her being greeted by Duke Ellington in his Chicago
    hotel room for an interview at which Duke wasn’t wearing a stitch.
    And she simply proceeded with the interview.

    We taught arts journalism, and Phyl insisted that the subject was
    important because, if nothing else, the arts allow us in our everyday
    lives to show the best that we can do.

    And there you have it: A true pro. A dedicated teacher. A real pal.
    And a gentle and very loving soul.

    She had my deepest affection and admiration.

  14. From Thaddeus Hwong, J’93; York University professor, Toronto:
    Years ago in a seminar in the World Room, Professor Garland shared with us
    this little tidbit of her personal experience. One day she was walking
    along, if I remember correctly, the Upper West Side, and there were these
    nice little shops selling these nice and expensive things. When she walked
    around she heard someone made a reference to something like why someone from
    the Third World was here. She was indignant and defiant. Third World?
    Where’s the First World? Why is there a ranking? Why is there a class?
    Aren’t we all supposed to be equal? It’s a remiss that I didn’t have the
    opportunity to take any course with Professor Garland. But the spirit and
    tone of the challenge she mounted will continue to resonate in my mind.
  15. From Priscilla Huff, J93; producer/correspondent, Feature Story News:
    Prof. Garland was my RW1 professor and I don’t quite know what would be the
    lede. She was both tough and tender, a stickler for learning and immensely
    supportive. She made fabulous fried chicken. She was one of my favorite
    teachers at Columbia and I have fond memories of her and her class. I think,
    thanks to her efforts, I can work as a journalist in all forms - newspaper,
    magazine and broadcast writing. Prof. Garland was that magical combination
    of an excellent journalist and a wonderful teacher.
  16. From Luis Moreno-Gomez, J’63:
    May the Lord grant her a peaceful rest and courage to the faculty members at the school, where she is going to be missed.
  17. From Janice L. Greene, J’82:
    Phyl was my Reporting and Writing instructor, where her incisive editing, encouragement and compassion for a young, confused, aspiring reporter helped build my confidence and increase my respect for the art and skill involved in reporting and writing, journalism’s core.

    Ten years later when I approached her for mid career advice, she encouraged me still. I regret that I kept postponing a visit to her while she was in hospice. I had been thinking of her off these last few months, but those thoughts inexplicably returned and intensified in recent days. Now I know why. Even at 71, Phyl left the world far too soon.

  18. From Cy Welch, J’81:
    Phyl Garland was the kind of professor at the J-School that really expressed
    her generosity in assisting students to dig deep for their gifts. Professor
    Garland was my Reporting and Writing Instructor and because of her astute
    approach to bringing out my best, I successfully graduated in the 1981 class. I
    continued my relationship with Professor Garland after graduation as a personal
    friend. She was a welcomed guest in my California home in 1997,Professor
    Garland was still helping me, as she edited a piece I was working on at the
    time. Professor Garland was very proud of my accomplishments as one of her
    students and friend working in Cable Television. Phyl Garland was so very
    special to me. May her soul rest in peace.
  19. From Martha Irvine, J ‘94; Associated Press national writer, Chicago
    Phyl Garland was my Master’s Project adviser and a well-loved professor — one who alway pushed me to be better, to stretch beyond what I thought was possible, to challenge how I saw the world around me.
    I grew a great deal during my time and Columbia, professionally and personally — and Phyl was among those who provided the space and care that allowed me to do that.
    She will be greatly missed and fondly remembered, always, with gratitude, affection and respect.
  20. From Anisa Mehdi, J’82; president Whetstone Productions:
    Thanks to Phyl’s encouragement I published my first (and last!) story in the
    NY Daily News. For her class I’d reported on the Queens Museum and with
    Phyl’s red-penning and my re-writes the News picked it up. It was a
    two-page center piece story with a giant photo and my by-line. I got paid
    $25 to boot!

    Years later I became arts and culture correspondent for New Jersey public
    television and Phyl asked me to come in and talk to her class.

    The arts were never fluff to Phyl. These were the pillars and grit of human
    potential; the barometer of any society’s sucess.

    I am grateful for her vision.

  21. From Richard Wexler, J’76; Executive Director, National Coalition for Child Protection Reform:
    When Phyl retired, she asked some of her former students to speak
    at her retirement party.
    At the time I made some notes, but didnt write it all down
    because, as I explained then, Phyl might see it, and find out that I *still* can’t spell.
    But I explained that it was no coincidence that I wound up in her
    RW1 class. I lived in New York City and Id gotten a tip that one could look
    at the comments previous classes had made about the faculty.
    One look at what the Class of 75 said and I begged to be let
    into Phyl’s RW1 class in the fall.
    And the comments Id read didnt even tell the whole story.
    They only hinted at how much would be gained from the class discussions the
    arguments with classmates. Theyd run well past the end of class and
    spill out into the hall and keep right on going as we marched downstairs from the
    5th floor.
    Phyls RW1 class was a no cynicism zone. A lot of us went
    into journalism if not to change the world then at least to improve one corner of
    it. We always came out of RW1 more energized in that mission. If the fire
    to do that kind of work wasnt there at the beginning, Phyl lit it; if it was
    already there, Phyl stoked it.
    And then there were the comments on our papers, the ones that always got to
    the heart of what was wrong and how to set it right. But most important was
    how she did it: Phyl always knew the difference between being tough and being
    mean. Our papers bled red ink, but we were never cut.
    So we could experiment, we could be free to try new things and
    get some mistakes out of our systems.
    Once I remember experimenting a bit with the line between news and opinion.
    As we went over that paper during a conference, Phyl came to that part and
    said: WHAT in the world were you doing? but followed immediately by her
    trademark laugh.
    I wanted to see if you could do that in a news story, I said.
    Well, you CANT! Phyl said, followed by another hearty laugh.
    And then talked about what could be done.
    All this had a bonus. I didnt know in 1976 that someday Id spend a few
    years teaching an undergraduate version of RW1; so it turned out, Phyl also
    taught me how to teach.
    It went beyond RW1. Phyls office was one of the oases of kindness at
    the school; and I dont know that Id have gotten through the year without it.
  22. From John H. Britton, special assistant to the President, Meharry Medical College
    When we both worked for Johnson Publishing Company, Inc. - she for
    Ebony; I for Jet - Phyl Garland never failed to display the class, the
    dignity and the decency that informed all that she did, including
    especially her writing. She was a superb reporter and writer, and she
    possessed remarkable skills as a judge of news.

    I admired her intensely. I learned from her the important doors that an easy smile can open. And I regret deeply my failure to maintain contact
    with her during the autumn of our years.

    May she rest in peace. And may the life she lived - the dash between
    her date of birth and time of death - illuminate the roadmap guiding
    survivors who aspire to her kind of productive life and quality living.

  23. From Terry Gildea, J’04; reporter, Capitol News Connection with PRI
    I was one of the lucky few to draw Phyl as my master’s project adviser
    during her last year at the j-school. When my fellow students would vent
    about how their advisers were too busy with other duties to care about
    their work, I was always the exception. Phyl spent an enormous amount
    of time working with me and the others in my group. When I told her my
    intention to write about celibacy in the Roman Catholic priesthood, she
    encouraged me to run after the story. She taught me how to interview
    and gave me the tools to write copy that engages the reader. Her wisdom
    and intellect were rivaled only by a profound grace she shared with
    everyone that crossed her path. Phyl invited us to her Greenwich Village
    apartment for one of our last meetings as a group. She greeted the four
    of us with her wonderful smile and enough food to feed twenty people.
    Hours later, she wouldn’t let anyone leave until we took all of the food
    with us. Phyl was the kind of once in a lifetime mentor that few get
    the chance to work with. I am truly blessed to have known her.
  24. From Liz Willen J’87; assistant director, Hechinger Institute on Education and the Media, Teachers College, Columbia University
    I’ll never forget her laugh. I might have been intimidated by
    Professor Garland, except for that when I first sat down in her
    office for a chat, I must have (mistakenly in my j-school anxiety)
    said something funny, and she just started roaring with laughter.
    After that, we spoke often - about race, city politics, my thesis on
    Coney Island, music - twice I ran into her at jazz festivals and
    concerts) politics and the little tricks and details that could turn
    a dull story into a richer, more thorough and nuanced piece of work.
    She was one of those teachers who stay with you always, and we kept
    in touch for years. What a loss for the J-school.
  25. From Duy Linh Tu, J’98; adjunct professor; founder, ResolutionSeven.com
    I took Professor Garland’s Arts and Culture reporting class in the Spring
    semester of my year at J-School. She was a great professor, but my fondest
    memory of her had nothing to do with the classroom. At the end of the
    course, she invited our class over to her apartment for some of the best
    homemade fried chicken I’ve ever tasted. The dinner party became an evening
    of storytelling; Prof. Garland had a great way of turning simple moments
    from her past into the most vivid anecdotes. And for a few hours, she
    helped me (and I suspect many of my fellow classmates) to forget about the
    pressures of J-School, deadlines, and finding a job, and she reminded us all
    of the power of a good stories and great company.
  26. From Francis Ward, former Ebony colleague and currently a professor at Syracuse University:
    My wife, Val Ward, and I had known Phyl since 1967 when Phyl and I both
    worked for Ebony Magazine. She and I often talked about the upheaval events
    of the 1960’s and what a momentous a decade this was. Both of us were often
    irritated to the point of pure outrage when we heard or read comments that
    the 1960’s were only about Woodstock, getting high, using drugs and free
    sex. Phyl and I also shared a common and very deep belief that journalism
    should play an important part in bringing about positive social change.

    Val and I last saw Phyl during the Spring 2004 semester when she came to
    Syracuse University as a panelist for a conference on the 50th anniversary
    of the famous Brown vs. Broad of Education Supreme Court decision. We shared
    many remembrances at the time. I’m sure all of us feel a sense of great loss
    at Phyl’s untimely passing. But this is a time when all of us should recommit ourselves to the fundamental goals of freedom, justice and equality.

    Phyl, you will be missed, but never forgotten.

  27. From Gayle Pollard Terry, ‘73, Feature Writer, Los Angeles Times:
    I am responsible for Phyl Garland joining the faculty of the J school. In
    the spring of ‘73, I complained to the dean about the lack of black women
    who were professors. Asked for recommendations, I suggested: Charlayne
    Hunter-Gault, then on leave from The New York Times; Marquita Poole, a J-school alum
    and a producer for CBS and Phyl Garland, then on the staff of
    Ebony magazine and based in New York. A year earlier, Phyl Garland swept
    through a Women in Communications conference, identified the three black
    student attendees and invited us to her home for dinner. She regaled us
    with stories from her career, and encouraged our aspirations. For years,
    she had no idea how she had come to the attention of the J school. The rest
    is history.
  28. From Elise Virginia Ward, J’79; 9th Decade, Inc/The Theodore Ward Collection
    :
    Phyl Garland and I met in her Spring term magazine writing class. In striking contrast to the staid Professor Luther Jackson, Phyl could often be found scurrying around the building in her serape, like a sort of pixilated hippie, or looking up from under a pile of overdue student evaluations. In reality, she was a brilliant, focused, critical analyst whose importance to the J School’s women and students of color was profound and lasting.

    Phyl’s office suite mate, Penn Kimball, was my R & W 1 instructor and, despite their frequent irritation with one another, each became my friend. Later, during the period when he and I both worked for Ed Logue in the South Bronx, Penn told me Phyl was being considered for tenure, and I asked him to head up her committee. Two things stand out from that period: Her CV, which was more than ten pages long, and a wonderful article she’d written entitled Why I Stayed in the Black Press.

    She loved women’s tennis and Tiger Woods and Wynton Marsalis and Mahler as much as Ellington. She loved to cook and she loved her family.

    Our sisterhood was precious.

  29. Esther Iverem, editor and publisher, www.SeeingBlack.com
    While Phyl was on sabbatical during my year at the J-School (’83),
    she was my mentor during the inaugural year of the National Arts
    Journalism Program, 1994-95. She was an endless source of
    inspiration, kindess and encouragement to me and the other two
    fellows, whom she affectionately referred to as her “children.” I
    will always be grateful for her encouragement of my voice as a critic
    and for her insistence that Black people write about and critique our
    own culture. I have dedicated my forthcoming book on Black film to
    her.
  30. From Dennis Halpin, J’74:
    I was very saddened to learn of Professor Garland’s death. I was a member of her first class when she came to Columbia to serve as our faculty mentor in 1973-74. As we were all newly arrived, we shared a special bond in finding our way through the maze of Columbia Journalism School. I last saw her at our 20th class reunion in 1994 and told her I was then heading off to China. This was no surprise to her as she had encouraged me to write my Master’s thesis on my Peace Corps experiences in Korea when I was her student two decades earlier. Although I never made a career in journalism (one summer only at Associated Press in Chicago) I made use of the writing skills Professor Garland helped to cultivate in my work in government, first with the State Department and later as a staff member in the House of Representatives. Professor Garland shared her love of other cultures and taught, with her hearty laugh and twinkling eyes, how to see the hidden gems below the surface in any culture. She will be greatly missed. May she rest in peace. My sympathy to her family and friends.
  31. From Peter White, J98:
    I am saddened to hear the news of Prof Garland’s death. How many times
    did she bring her class to her apartment downtown for a real Southern
    fried chicken dinner? Dozens probably. And she spent most of the time
    preparing and frying that chicken herself–refusing any help with a
    work she took complete ownership of. That is what I learned from her
    about writing.

    She was my teacher for the basic news writing and reporting class. As a
    rather privileged white boy and raised on Reader’s Digest, Phyl Garland
    was one unforgettable character. I remember her piece on Beverly
    Sills. She passed out the profile she had penned about the famous opera
    singer as an example of how to get inside a character and share with
    the reader her passion and respect for her subject.

    Personally, I didn’t give a rat’s ass about the civil rights era or
    opera either for that matter but Phyl’s piece made me care about those
    things in spite of myself. Sills respect for her craft, her talent,
    and indomitable spirit in a very European art form was an
    accomplishment that transcended race and class. And Phyl ’s enormous
    respect and understanding for Sills came through in every line. She
    cared tremendously and made the reader care with the feeling she had
    for Sills tucked in between the lines–not just the language and
    structure of the piece.

    It’s kind of like a cracker thinking Mohammed Ali was the best fighter
    of all time. That might seem like a weird analogy. But Phyl could not
    only get the reader to embrace complex and contradictory feelings about
    an issue but also to transform the reader’s heart about it, too. And
    that was a very powerful gift she had.

    She was very kind and astute and taught with a gentleness that
    encouraged rather than shamed. I was very privileged to know her.

  32. Diane Powell-Larche’ - Phyl Garland’s mom was her mentor
    To really love and appreciate Phyl Garland you had to know her
    parents, especially her mom Hazel Garland. I learned of Phyl’s passing just today as I
    read stories on blackamericaweb.com. As a person who reads many
    publications daily, I was stunned that this news escaped me until
    now.

    Hazel Garland was my mentor and I her protege. As a reporter with the
    Pittsburgh Courier fresh out of the University of Pittsburgh, I was
    Mrs. Garland’s project. She taught me the “ropes” of writing for a
    newspaper and most importantly, she taught me the importance of
    women’s rights and being a leader of the cause.

    I attribute my deep committment to the rights of women, particularly
    black women, to Mrs. Garland. She invited me to a women’s tea in her
    beloved home town of McKeesport the first week of my job. She even
    paid the $5 fee for the tea. I could not make it and she and Alma
    Speed Fox of the NAACP in Pittsburgh kept after me.

    Today I am a member of the League of Women Voters of Atlanta board of
    directors and a charter member of the Atlanta Commission on Women. I write often
    about women’s causes and issues all due to my “training” received
    from Mrs. Garland.

    Phyl was her pride and joy and we spent hours discussing Phyl’s
    achievements. Phyl was so much like her mother and that wonderful
    glowing smile is one that she inherited from Mrs. Garland.

May 23, 2006

PROF. JAMES CAREY: Obits & Tributes

Filed under: Faculty, James Carey, Obits

Last updated: Feb. 26, 2007, 10 a.m. Latest additions - NYT obit + audio clips + link to “The Struggle Against Forgetting”
Link directly to these tributes: http://snurl.com/jamescarey
James W. CareyFive sets of items below about the death of Prof. James W. Carey - one of the best known teachers in our business and winner of the 2005 “Teacher of the Year” Award at the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism. His bio is here.

  1. Memo from Dean Nicholas Lemann about Prof. Carey’s passing.
  2. Details of funeral arrangements and contact info.
  3. Links to articles about his passing, including an eloquent tribute by Roy Peter Clark of the Poynter Institute.
  4. Links to selected writings of James Carey, including “The Struggle Against Forgetting.”
  5. Notes from former students and colleagues - share your thoughts here:
    Sree Sreenivasan - ss221@columbia.edu (subject line = Prof. Carey) - please indicate your connection to him.
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Note from Sree: Among the links below is an audio-only podcast of a 1991 interview conducted by David Shedden. Roy Peter Clark wrote in to say, “Make sure you listen to the last two minutes of this audio clip, and share it with your colleagues.” I listened to the entire eight minutes and Roy’s right about the power of those last two minutes (and it was great to hear his voice again - you can also hear him emphasizing his points by forcefully tapping the table). Here’s what he said, 15 years before his death (you can listen to the audio here):

David Shedden: Jim, we are coming to the end of the interview and wondered if you might have a final thought on this life you have led and the things that you have written.

Jim Carey: There are no final thoughts. I quote all the time these wonderful lines of Kenneth Burke… Life is a conversation. When we enter, it is already going on. We try to catch the drift of it. We exit before it’s over. The first lesson any pragmatist learns is that at the hour of our death, we are rewriting our biography for the last time. And then the first hour into our death, someone else rewrites the biography for us. Our children, our spouses, our friends. Do you remember what he was like… what he said… what he did… And so in that sense, life is a conversation that continuously goes on, that continuously renews itself, and, therefore, renews you. All work is a matter of self-renewal, which is a renewal of the other. No one has the last word. There are no final thoughts, there is no end to the conversation.

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From: Nicholas Lemann
Subject: Sad news
Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Dear Friends,

James W. Carey of our faculty died in his sleep last night, at his family’s home in Wakefield, Rhode Island. His family was at his side and he was not in any pain.

There is so much to say about Jim that I can’t do anything but scratch the surface now. Suffice it to say that he was a figure of world renown in the field of communications scholarship, the founder of our Ph.D. program, longtime teacher with Steve Isaacs of Critical Issues, and a man with a rare gift for touching practically everybody he met. He was a magical teacher. As is not universal in the upper-academic realm where Jim dwelt professionally, he loved journalists, and believed that universities have something important to teach us. (Jim’s last major accomplishment at the school was writing the syllabus for an ambitious new full-year course, which he never got to teach, called “A History of Journalism for Journalists.”) He is primarily responsible for our being just about the only journalism school where professional scholars and professional journalists live in true harmony, friendship, mutual respect, and collaboration–that’s a rare and precious gift.

Jim’s funeral will probably be this weekend in Wakefield–details TK as we
learn them–and after Labor Day the school and the Carey family will stage a full-dress memorial services. In the meantime, I’m sure Bette would appreciate any condolences, especially if they arrive electronically and not over the phone.

Best,
Nick Lemann

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Funeral Services

Wake: 7-9pm, Friday May 26
Nardolillo’s Funeral Home
1111 Boston Neck Rd. (Route 1A)
Narragansett, RI
tel. 401 789 6300

Funeral mass: 10.00am Saturday May 27
St. Francis of Assisi
128 High St.
Wakefield, RI

Reception follows the mass, c. 11.30am
University Club
University of Rhode Island
95 Upper College Rd.
South Kingston, RI

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If you wish to write a note to Bette Carey and the family:
Carey Family
362 South Road
Wakefield, RI 02879-7611

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Stories about James Carey’s Death

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Links to Selected Works of James W. Carey

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Comments From Former Students & Colleagues

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  1. Erika Angulo, J1996
    Professor Carey was a kind boss and a brilliant teacher. I was lucky
    to be his research assistant during my time at the J School
    (1995-96). I was also lucky to be his student in his religion class.
    He himself studied constantly, researching, reading, looking for the
    wider historical perspective of each news story. He had such a vast
    knowledge of journalism, ethics, history, and countless other fields
    that it was sometimes intimidating to have a conversation with him,
    yet he showed no ego. The son of immigrants, he once mentioned he
    was amazed he had made it that far. He loved his family and his job.
    I feel blessed I got to know him.
  2. From: Alex Puissant, J1999 (writing from Brussels, Belgium)
    There was nothing fake about this man.
    Nothing was ostentatious
    about this teacher
    who had so much to share.

    He cared. He was an example.

    He was a proud American
    in the best sense
    who saw the conversation of journalism
    as truly worthwile, in any society,
    so human beings can be true to themselves,
    as he was.
    Goodbye, Professor Carey.

  3. Pamela Troutman Palmer, J1998
    In Fall 1997, I think, Professor Carey taught a course on the political and
    social dynamics influencing media in the 20th century. I’m not exactly sure
    of the semester, but what I do remember is that the course was offered in
    the evening. I would arrive, along with about 20 other students, tired
    from a full day of work. But once Carey’s lecture began, the ensuing lively
    discourse reinvigorated us. For Carey would prod, push and cajole us to
    turn issues inside out and examine them anew. He punctuated his instruction
    with humorous asides, and then seamlessly brought the discussion back to his
    original thesis. At the time, I remember initially feeling intimidated by
    his accomplishments and stature. But as we became better acquainted, I
    realized that Carey really was a man who knew a great deal about some
    things, did his best to share them and remain a decent human being in the
    process. And that is the essential meaning of “teacher.”
  4. Todd Gitlin, Columbia Journalism Professor

  5. It comes back to me that the oldest debt I owe to Jim Carey goes back about twenty-five years. I had just published The Whole World Is Watching and through some comedy of errors the book had been picked up off the New York Times Book Review’s shelf by a journeyman hack reviewer with a political grudge who sneered at my use of rarefied terms like “hegemony” and “paradigm” by way of avoiding reckoning with the slightest trace of the book’s arguments. My letter ensued, with the Book Review’s editor halving it before running it. The Chronicle of Higher Education commissioned a piece on the contretemps, and the piece quoted Jim, then dean of the College of Communication at the University of Illinois, saying something to the effect that the field of media studies had been thin on theory for a long time and my book was welcome because it presented and defended theories.

    To say I was enormously grateful would be an understatement, for Jim was one of the few visible people in media studies who took ideas seriously. Truth be told, when I finally met him, some 10 years later, I can’t remember talking about my book. I still don’t know whether he thought I was right or not, or what exactly his politics were, or what he was up to in the ’60s and how he lived the period I was writing about. But what interested him, in the Book Review squabble, was none of that, really. He was really defending three propositions: that a book reviewer ought not to be allergic to thinking, that thinking ought not to be alien to a newspaper, and that thinking about big social questions ought not to be alien to the study of journalism and mass communication, either.

    As it happens, then, his defense of my book cut to the core of his big project: to muscling intellectual seriousness into a field that, because of its funding and the bureaucratic boundaries of the university and the cop-out that the social sciences were committed to, was adept at taking too many easy ways out.

    Against this background, I can well understand how important was the confirmation he gave so many of his students over the years.

  6. Mike Hoyt, Columbia Journalism colleague:

  7. One of the many things that I liked about Jim Carey was his immunity from the disease of self-importance that sometimes afflicts journalists here on the little island of Manhattan. He valued all striving journalists and all good journalism, whether it served sports fans in Indiana or lawyers in Miami or teachers in Kansas City. Status was not part of his calculations. His wisdom was available to anyone smart enough to ask for it, and that big Irish smile was the bonus.

  8. Deborah Wassertzug, Columbia Journalism colleague:

  9. I always enjoyed my brief conversations with Professor Carey (may his memory be a blessing). One evening last winter, I saw him on the steps in front of the building, and we spoke about his health. He said that while his doctors wouldn’t give him a clear indication of whether he should retire, they all seemed to have a very good idea of what retirement should mean: They wondered why he wasn’t yearning to lie on beaches, drink rum and Cokes, and read magazines. It was a droll yet incredible insight on the medical profession - and the human condition - distilled into one sentence. Staring out over the plaza he sighed, and said in his charming
    accent, “You know, the heart is a dark continent.” I went home and started a poem on this conversation, which I must finish now. May the many, many people who were touched by this extraordinary man find comfort in their memories of him.

  10. Arlene Morgan, Columbia Journalism colleague
    I met Jim, as so many editors did, during a coaching session at an ASNE committee meeting on the changing news media. He was one of the most engaging, literate and gracious scholars the business has ever produced. And he was most certainly a poet about the role of a journalism in our society. It was an honor to work with him then and even more so when he became my colleague when I joined Columbia six years ago. His kindness and advice to everyone who knew him and his brillance in the classroom will never be replaced. He was one of a kind.
  11. Julie Englander, J1999
    In my first go at grad school, at the University of Chicago, I took classes from luminaries J.M. Coetzee and Joseph Cropsey, and a fellow classmate pointed out to me, with a smirk, that these professors shared initials with someone else whose brilliance could only be explained by having a direct line to God–that is, Jesus Christ. I laughed then at my classmate’s joke, but when I reached Columbia, and found myself floored by Professor Carey’s first Critical Issues lecture, I realized, with a touch of amazement, that I was in the presence of yet another JC. And he lived up to the cockamamie theory of my old classmate: Professor Carey’s insights seemed not merely compassionate, not merely brilliant; they seemed, somehow, essential to how we work and live. He was profoundly humane and wise, and I feel extraordinarily lucky to have
    had the chance to learn from him.
  12. Chay Hofileña, J1998
    The mid-career students of 1998 had Jim Carey as our adopted father. The late night classes of his were golden opportunities to just listen to him. We will remember the hospitality of his home that was extended to us (we truly felt privileged) and the celebratory luncheon treat after classes were over. Prof. Carey, thank you for the chance to be your student. You will surely be missed and you will leave a void difficult to fill.
  13. Marta Bennett, J1998
    Like most, I “knew” Professor Carey through Critical Issues. I don’t recall any particularly memorable conversations with him but the sadness I felt when hearing of his passing has lingered with me these past few days. It is rare to come across a person whose intelligence, warmth, decency and caring can touch so many from so far. I am very lucky to have attended the Journalism School during his era. For me he embodies an important truth: very great people don’t advertise.
  14. Lisa Spinelli, J2004

  15. He was the only teacher at J-school that had nothing but pure good energy about him. There were other nice teachers, but he was on a whole other level. I am very sad even though I didn’t really know him well. He made me smile real big by just being in same the room. :(

  16. LynNell Hancock, Columbia Journalism Professor:
    How can we even contemplate the loss of Jim Carey? It is impossible to imagine anyone filling the void he has left us. He was a superb scholar and a dedicated teacher. Students would often come into my office just to talk about Jim’s lecture in Critical Issues that morning, and how much it inspired them to scale impossible walls, or to think beyond the predictable. It happened so often, I came to expect the conversation every semester. Jim probably missed his calling as an international diplomat. He could quell any academic storm, with his calm wisdom, and kind attention to all the impassioned arguers. How many times did we have a volatile faculty meeting when one issue or another would threaten to consume us all in anger and confusion? Jim would then stand up and turn quietly around to face us, taking a deep breath, chuckling wryly, and settle the matter with a wise lesson in history, precedent and civility. He was a rare human being and the best kind of friend–kind, supportive, warm, expansive and funny. I will miss him terribly.
  17. Victor Navasky, Columbia Journalism Professor
    Jim once proposed that we think of journalism as “an exercise in poetry”– and that, often, is the way he spoke. His idea was that we discard the notion that the job of the journalist is to bring the facts to a passive audience, and instead he recommended that we say goodbye to this “scientific” conception of journalism. He wrote: “All journalism can do is to preside over and within the conversation of our culture: to stimulate and organize it, to keep it moving, to leave a record of it sop that other conversations — art, science, religion — might have something off of which they can lead.” Talking with Jim was like that.
  18. From: Chris Anderson, Columbia PhD Candidate
    Over the course of my three years at the Columbia, I have been honored
    to call Prof. Carey a mentor and an intellectual inspiration. But even
    more importantly, he was a truly wonderful and kind man. Brilliant *and*
    a kind — those of us who have spent some time world of academia know
    how infrequently those two adjectives are conjoined. Prof. Carey taught
    me that it is OK to study journalism in an “academic” way; one only need
    to have witnessed the biting hostility often expressed by academics with
    regard to journalism (”you’re getting a PhD in journalism?? What does
    that mean??”) to know what a valuable contribution that really is. Prof.
    Carey also reminded me, and still reminds me through his writings– that
    the media is nothing without democracy: it might exist, but its
    existence is hollow. In the dark times in which we live– times in which
    it seems like we have more and more media and less and less democracy–
    that’s a lesson worth holding on to.
  19. From: Karina Alexanyan Fitch, Columbia PhD Candidate

  20. I first met Prof. Carey about 4 years ago when I was considering applying to the Jschool Phd program. I remember being amazed that he would take the time to speak with me, and I remember leaving his office feeling like I had found a home. His background and mine are drastically different - Russian Jewish immigrant and Irish Catholic Midwesterner - and yet I felt that he understood me instantly. He had a breadth and generousity of spirit that could find a common ground with anyone. It took me a few weeks in class to figure out why I had such an instinctively warm response to him - there was something about his voice, his smile, the twinkle in his eye….and then it hit me - he reminded me of Santa! Prof. Careys essays, like his lectures, combine a mastery of language with a depth of scholarly thought with a compassionate understanding of human nature that is truly exceptional. Its why his works are classics - fundamental to the field. And why his lectures were always riveting and mind broadening. And why his presence will be sorely, sorely missed. I feel extremly fortunate to have known him.

  21. From Andie Tucher, Columbia Journalism Professor and director of the PhD program

  22. I first met Prof. Carey more than 20 years ago, when I was a graduate student groping my way into the virtually non-existent field of journalism history (or at least the virtually non-existent field of *good* journalism history). In a talk at a conference he was so insightful, provocative, witty, and inspiring — seemed to see and map so clearly what journalism history could do and be — that I rushed up to him afterwards to blurt “I’ve been looking for a man like you!” He handled that with his customary grace. And I’ve looked up to him ever since. I feel extraordinarily privileged and grateful to have worked with him at Columbia and to have enjoyed the generous warmth of his friendship and mentorship. The adjectives that spring to mind when I think of him would sound almost quaint applied to anyone else in the world — honorable, cordial, gallant, humane, public-spirited, open-hearted — but he was decidedly a citizen of our world and a sometimes exasperated lover of it as well. Our world will miss him.

  23. From: Lucas Graves, Columbia PhD Candidate

  24. I was lucky enough to take Jim’s proseminar two years ago. Before that I knew him only by reputation, and from a pair of brilliant essays. But spending a few hours with him each week I was struck by just how offhand his brilliance could be, how easily the most penetrating insights and perfect turns of phrase came to him; and by his uncommon quality of warmth and engagement which seemed to enliven every setting. I wish I’d had the opportunity to know him better, and I can only offer my deepest sympathy and the assurance that all of us in the PhD program are very proud to consider ourselves an enduring part of Jim Carey’s legacy.

  25. Kim Khan, J1998:
    My favorite memory of Prof. Carey was outside the Critical Issues classroom, a class that I enjoyed immensely. I had a brief talk with him at the end of a class one Friday and then happened to run into him at the Columbus Circle subway that nigh. I shouted to him and it took him quite a while to recognize who I was. It was Halloween and I was dressed as Austin Powers. I don’t know if he every saw the movie, but he always remembered the costume when I saw him around the J-School.
  26. Kurt Gottschalk, J1997
    One of my fondest memories from Columbia was running to the bookstore after Lonnie Guinier spoke in his class. I had to get to LaGuardia to catch a flight to Chicago but wanted her book for the trip. I almost missed the plane but ran aboard at the last minute, disheveled and panting, still holding the book I hadn’t bothered to put in my suitcase. And there was Father Carey, sitting in first class, looking at me and looking at the book and smiling broadly. There’s something nice about those moments in life when nothing needs to be said.
  27. Jennifer Jordan, J1997:
    I remember Professor Carey starting one Critical Issues class in the Fall of 1996 by saying that some people believed the words ethics and journalism shouldn’t be in the same sentence. Prof. Carey took a different view. “At it’s heart, journalism is an ethical enterprise,” he told us. Those words have guided me in my work as a reporter, especially when I am dispirited or confused. To me, Prof. Carey wasn’t just a great intellect or communicator or teacher, although he was all those things. He was the heart of the journalism school.
  28. From Justin Bass, J2005:
    What a cool guy Professor Carey was. I could tell, as I’m sure anyone hearing him speak could, that the man spoke from his heart. I loved how he tackled socially uncomfortable issues in class and would seemingly punctuate the delicacy of the subject matter with a pressure releasing chuckle. He was so eloquent, and truly spellbinding to listen to.
  29. From: Anne Donker, J1997:
  30. So sad to hear the news. Of course, he was a brilliant teacher, but he was also extremely kind, and genuinely interested in each and every one around him. Truly the opposite of self-obsessed. He was one of those rare people you could utter half a word to and he’d instantly “get’”you. What a loss.

  31. Elva Ramirez, J2005 and MA2006:
    I will always remember how genuinely touched Prof. Carey was when he won the class of 2005’s Teacher of the Year award. He made an impact on all of us during Critical Issues, with his wry humor, his geniality, and his astounding historical knowledge. I was looking forward to seeing him again this year for the MA history class. We only had him come by for a couple of classes but even so, that was enough for the MA class gain a sense of his intellect and humanity.
  32. From: Alicia Ferrari, J2005:
  33. What I remember about Prof. Carey is that every session I would come away with his affirmation that treating others well was always the right thing, even if it came at a personal sacrifice. Not being a naturally competitive person, I found his sense of ethical leadership very comforting and courageous in a field that often values being first above all else.

  34. From: Jaimal Yogis, J2005:
  35. I will always remember Prof. Carey for insisting that personal stories matter in journalism: the details about the guy who lost his son in Iraq, the mother whose daughter died on 9/11. He seemed to believe that journalism is a way that the country mourns together and that has stayed with me in my writing thus far. I will also remember him for his quick wit and his sharp memory, and the way he could tease Steve Isaacs while always seeming the gentleman. Though I never knew him well on a personal level, I had this feeling that he cared about each and every one of his students. He wanted us to succeed and tell stories of genuine substance. I feel bad for future students who will not get to meet him.

  36. From Kirsten Sharett, J1999:
    When you look back on your life at any given time and think about the people who made a difference to you, impacted you in ways that changed you indelibly, you find people like Professor Carey. He changed me and I feel so forever blessed that he touched my life and that our paths crossed. He added to my life, made me think, question, and wonder about so many things far beyond the hours in his classroom and well after graduation. He was a truly gifted man, generous with his humanity and a wonderful wonderful teacher. My heart goes out to his family and friends.
  37. From Catherine Shu, J2005:
  38. During our last Critical Issues lecture, Professor Carey spoke at length to my class. Near the end of his talk, he quoted a letter to the editor that John
    Gregory Dunne sent to The New York Times after Vincent
    Foster’s suicide:
    To the Editor:

    Reporters who tried to find reasons for the suicide of Vincent W. Foster Jr., and to fit those reasons into a Beltway construct, would do better to read the poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins on the nature of despair:

    “Oh, the mind, mind has mountains,
    Cliffs of fall, frightful sheer,
    No man fathomed. Hold them cheap
    May who ne’er hung there.”

    Some writers, regrettably including a few on your newspaper, held Vincent Foster’s mountains cheap.

    “I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.”

    Father Hopkins also wrote that line, as bleak as any I have ever read, but one, like the lines above, that helped me through my brother’s suicide. Nearly 14
    years later, I hold his mountains dear, as I wish Vincent Foster’s mountains would also be held dear.

    - John Gregory Dunne, New York, Aug. 24, 1993

    I was touched that Professor Carey had saved this decade-old letter and was sharing it not as a warning about the pitfalls reporters can fall into, but because he had faith that we would make the right decisions no matter what kind of pressures we faced as working journalists. Though I only heard Professor Carey speak a handful of times and never talked to him except in passing, I always thought of him as the moral compass of the journalism school, and I know I was not alone in feeling this. I respected and admired Professor Carey tremendously, and feel very fortunate that my 10 months at the j-school overlapped with his long tenure there.

  39. Robert Tuttle, J2005:
  40. What sad news. I will remember Prof. Carey for his wisdom and humor. He had a passion for journalism that was contagious. I truly looked forward to that critical issues course even though, in the beginning, I did not think I was going to like it. I will never forget the time Prof. Carey, in the middle of class, forgot something in his office and went to get it. But he forgot to take off his mic. Suddenly, in the middle of some discussion, we all heard this loud voice saying “oh shoot” over the speaker. He wasn’t there but we sure heard him. I think I will keep hearing some of the lessons he taught us even though he is now gone.

  41. From: Traci Kampel, J1995:
    Professor Carey was my thesis advisor–and support system!–at Columbia. I probably wouldn’t have survived without his insight, sense of humor and constant stream of reassuring words. He couldn’t have been a better teacher or friend. He will be missed dearly.
  42. Josh Mills, former Columbia Journalism Professor:
    I was privileged to teach alongside Jim during my years at Columbia, and his graciousness and intellect taught me a great deal. Jim was at his inspirational best when he welcomed new students in September 1995 with a talk called “The Struggle Against Forgetting” (when I oversaw the 2001 revision of the GSJ bulletin, I reprinted it on the inside back cover). What he said that day resounds within me still: “Journalism converts valued experience into memory and record so it will not perish…The struggle of people against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting. To make experience memorable so it won’t be lost and forgotten is the task of journalism. To be able to do this and to do it well is all that one can ask for in a career.” What better way to remember Jim?
  43. Brian McShane, J2002:
    Professor Carey was one of the most genuine teachers I ever encountered. When he spoke with wit and preciseness in the Critical Issues course, he took me to places and introduced me to perspectives that energized my intellect. He engaged me so much that often after lectures I would schedule meetings with him in his office. I enjoyed his company and felt privileged to sit down and to talk with him about the big picture of journalism. He was an inspiration to me. I
    wish that I had been able to take more of his classes.
  44. Czerina Patel, J1999 (on visit to South Africa):
    Journalism and the J school have lost a treasure, a “critical” man, a man whose imprint will last in many of us forever. I hope we will all remember to merge our humanity with our practice as he so beautifully taught us to.
  45. Alexander Lane, J1999

  46. Farewell to a great thinker and an inspiring teacher.
    I consult my “Critical Issues” notes regularly for reminders like these:
    - Journalists are imprisoned in the immediaces of the moment. Irrigate your imagination with ideas beyond the news of the day.
    - Primary in the mind of a source is the question: What does this person want to hear?
    - All our institutions, including the press, are in the business of creating citizens.
    - Image makers always inflate their own success, taking credit for the judgments of the American people.

  47. Boris Kachka, J1998:
  48. I can count on one hand the teachers who have had a real and lasting ifluence on my life and work, without using my thumb. Professor Carey was one of them. Beyond the Critical Issues lecture hall, he taught a course with Joan Konner, called Covering Ideas, that blew wide open what too often felt like a constricted field. And whether he was lecturing with a mic to 300 students or teaching a seminar, his lessons always felt personal and riveting in a way that diminished the distractions of deadlines and competition to white noise. Only the most genuine, compassionate, and dedicated people can really do that–can do in a few hours what most people we meet couldn’t do in a lifetime. Though I haven’t even talked to him in eight years, I feel his absence.

  49. Patrick White, J2006:
    Though I never knew or even met professor Carey, these words from his
    essay “The Struggle Against Forgetting” were the clincher in my
    decision to attend Columbia: “The struggle of people against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting. To make experience memorable so it won’t be lost and forgotten is the task of journalism. To be able to do this and to
    do it well is all that one can ask for in a career.” It is one of the most graceful explanations of the journalist’s responsibility I’ve ever read and might help illuminate his character a little for those of us who never had the pleasure of attending one of his lectures.
  50. Jane Dixon, J2004
    I was a part-time student and did not have Prof. Carey for Critical Issues. I was the recipient of his wise counsel, however, before attending Columbia J-School and he inspired me to apply for the program. He will be missed and his passing is a loss to future students.
  51. From: Ana Claudia Paixao, J2001 (writing from Brazil):
  52. I don’t claim for any originality to say that he touched my perception of what I should be as a journalist. I’m sure he had the same impact on all of his students. I’m proud to have met him, and I’m proud that his teachings can be spread around the world through foreign journalists who were as lucky as I was to be at his classes. We’ll carry on the inspiration he brought to our lives and careers. Wherever we are. Thank you Prof. Carey, we all will miss you.

  53. From Peter Morello, J1999:
    Professor Carey was my mentor while I was a mid-career candidate in 1999. I took four of Professor Carey’s classes and he critiqued my Master’s Project. During my studies at Columbia, Professor Carey made a deep and lasting impression on me. He was a brilliant scholar, a wonderful teacher and a wise mentor. I vividly remember my last conversation with him at the Association for Educators of Journalism & Mass Communication (AEJMC) Convention in Toronto. He had high hopes for the J-School’s new direction and was optimistic about the future of journalism. For me, Professor James Carey was the face of The School of Journalism.
  54. From: Deena Yellin, J1996:
    Thanks so much for giving us the opportunity to share our thoughts about our much beloved teacher. I feel blessed to have crossed paths with a giant in journalism who had an impish grin, insightful mind and heart of gold. As teacher of a course in Critical Issues, he provoked us to think and question but, with all the weighty talk, didn’t miss an opportunity to make us laugh. In private meetings with him in his cramped office, Carey had the gift of making students feel he really cared and understood, even when there were only a few moments to spare. At the end of the year, I was part of a group of Orthodox students who held our own graduation ceremony because we were unable to attend graduation at the church. Out of all the professors in the faculty, we chose Carey to address us and offer a parting message before sending us off into the world as journalists. As always, he rose to the occasion and left us, as well as our families and guests, impressed and inspired. Like many, I entered the J-School aiming to be a tough reporter who would intimidate sources, top the competition and nab front page stories. Carey helped to put it all into perspective, reminding us to afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted. To me, James Carey was more than a role model for becoming a great journalist. He was also a role model for becoming a better human being.
  55. Barry Lank, J1997:
    I took Prof. Carey’s class in autumn, 1996 - “The Impact of Media on Society” - where he taught us, among other things, the connection between modern communications and old railroad tracks. (It has to do with telegraph lines.) He was brilliant and fun, and made the academic study of communications seem brilliant and fun as well. I always wanted to get a beer with him.

  56. Pete McDonald, J1998
    I took his “Covering Ideas” class (which he taught with Joan Konner) in the Spring of 1998. It turned out to be one of those classes that inspired, frustrated, and energized at the same time–and one that made you realize why you paid the tuition to be there. Professor Carey was everything you’d hope for in a professor when deciding to enroll at Columbia.
  57. Kathryn Beaumont, J1997 The Critical Issues class was one of the most important classes I have ever taken, and Professor Carey’s personal approach to teaching made a lasting impression on me. I am currently a first-year law student, and our “ethics” class pales in comparison to the one taught by Professors Carey and Issacs — I have told my fellow law classmates often over the course of this year what an incredible class that was. I tell them how I feel confident in my approach to the important issues in journalism and how I know that anyone who was in that class with me will be a thoughtful, ethical journalist — if not a thoughtful, ethical person in general. I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to learn from Professor Carey and for the lessons I have taken from him into my life.
  58. Alicia Gonzalez, Columbia Journalism colleague:
    James Carey was one of a kind. No matter who you were he’d take time to listen and share his humorous nature with all staff. He continued to be that fellow till the end of his time. Adios, James - a friend.
  59. Alice Sparberg Alexious, J1998:
    When Professor Carey told my class at the beginning of Critical Issues: “We journalists tell stories,” I sat straight up and thought, yes! I get it! And he said these words with such generosity of spirit, and they have stayed with me ever since.
  60. From: Gregg Wirth, J2000
    Prof. Carey was my Masters’ Project mentor. I remember often sitting in his office, going over the finer points and problems of my project; then we’d let our conversations veer off on to a great variety of subjects. I was working at the time at an Internet publication, and he seemed fascinated with the possibilities of that (then-still relatively fresh) medium. My other great memory of him is the lecture he gave, annually it seemed, to one of his classes (”Impact of Media on Society”) in which he describes the advent of television as a great flood, filling and altering all aspects of life at the time. It was a powerful and apt analogy, and though I figured he must have given that lecture dozens of times, he presented it with such quiet forcefulness that it was truly mesmerizing. He will be missed by all whom he taught so well.
  61. Urania Mylonas, J1997:
    I took the ethics class with Professor Carey, which he taught with Professor Isaacs. The two of them together, Carey, small in stature, but an amazing mind and so compassionate, and Isaacs, a towering, intimidating fellow, with a huge heart, nonetheless, were quite a team. I will miss Professor Carey’s wit, intelligence, compassion, and passion for the story.
  62. Tim Townsend, J1999:
    When I first got to J-school I discovered Professor Carey’s connections to Chicago, the city I’d just moved from days before. Maybe feeling a little homesick (especially with the Cubs playing relatively well at the end of the ‘98 season) - I went to Professor Carey’s office to talk National League pennant race. I told him about my Ernie Banks-autographed baseball and about my old apartment under the “el” tracks in the shadow of Wrigley Field. He looked at me warmly but with some pity and said, as if telling me a sad secret, “Tim, you know the last time the Cubs won the whole thing Tolstoy was still alive.” He laughed hard at his own joke, then promised we’d get a beer at the West End to watch a Cubs game. And we did.
  63. From: Leonard Post, J2002:
    Jim was a giant who took up little space and even less air to make room for the rest of us to find our places in our profession. On the other hand, he made sure we understood that being a journalist was a privilege, that we had no right to occupy that space, that we had to earn it piece-by-piece. I can’t remember him ever lecturing us about ethics or his ideas; he just told stories, parables and paradoxes.
  64. From: Molly Raskin, J2002:
    I was fortunate enough to have Professor Carey as my Critical Issues teacher in 2001. I distinctly remember sitting in the large lecture class listening to him and thinking “This is why I came to journalism school.” He inspired me, made me think deeply about the craft of journalism, and made me laugh. Although I didn’t get to know him on a personal level, I always hoped I’d have the chance to. He will be missed.
  65. From: Thomas Coyle, J1998:
    James Carey was an inordinately decent man. He was fun to chat with, and anything but intimidating. We had a few disagreements, always aired in perfect good temper; and always, I see now, with him in the right. He had a habit when seeing me of commenting on my heritage by exclaiming, “Ah: Nova Scotia, the land of music” — a characterization of such inaccuracy it still makes me smile.
  66. From Jennifer Maloney, J2005:
    This is what she submitted in the April 2005 when she nominated Prof. Carey for the SPJ Teacher of the Year Award - a prize he won.

    Professor Carey’s lectures are funny, moving and truly thought-provoking. His last Critical Issues lecture brought me to tears. He cared so much about the class that he came despite his illness. With his published work and his commentary on journalism today, he challenges and inspires journalists across the country. I feel honored to have been in his class.
  67. From Manuel Rivera-Ortiz, J1998:
    This is terrible news. I was never in one of Prof. Carey’s class, but had heard nothing but glowing remarks about his teaching philosophy, approach and basic human understanding and caring for his students. How I wish I would have
    taken a class by him.
  68. Partha Banerjee, J2000
    In the midst of an intellectual and ideological desert, Prof. Carey was an oasis. I will miss him very much.
  69. Kimberly Winston, J1994:

  70. It is with great sadness that I learned the news of Prof. Jim Carey’s death this week. The impact he had on my career cannot be understated . I believe I would not be a journalist were it not for him.

    I came to Columbia in the fall of 1993 with no background in journalism and was absolutely overwhelmed by what I needed to learn to get through the year. By October, I was ready to give up and go back to waiting tables. On one particularly bad day (crying in the third floor ladies room was one of my favorite activities) I went to talk to Prof. Carey about a paper he and Steve Isaacs assigned to our Critical Issues class - an assignment I was completely at a loss as to how to begin. It wasn’t long before I was in tears - again. Prof. Carey took the time to listen to all my fears about not being able to live up to the expectations of the school. Then with great gentleness and immense kindness, he dismantled my fears one by one. He had faith in me, and that gave me faith in myself. I left his office, but did not leave the school.

    Today, being a journalist fulfills and sustains me, and I have Prof. Jim Carey’s thoughtfulness and nurturing to thank for that.

  71. Robert MacDonald, Columbia Journalism colleague:

  72. His laugh, started as an enthusiastic grunt then an expanse of air to a gravelly sound while his body bounced and boyish smile spread across his stubble-bearded face, this is how I will remember my friend, mentor and colleague, Professor James Carey.

    The last time I saw Jim he was walking home on 116th Street and I was walking my dog in front of my apartment building. When he saw me, he crossed the street to say hello. It was a cold early evening, given his frail state I was surprised he made his way across the street. He asked me about the M.A. program, the students and how things were going at the school. I answered his questions in some detail, “busy but very good.” Jim seemed very pleased about the success of the M.A. program, the ‘06 students and relayed his disappointment at not being able to teach. He deflected a question about his health and in typical form, made a joke about it. We parted as my dog began to pull me away. I said, “Good to see you. Take care.” Jim said, “Be good,”
    and I watched him as he walked into the bright light of the street lamp in front of my apartment and slowly crossed the street to his apartment building.

    The world of academia is filled with self-important characters with huge egos and in my 30 years in higher education, I have met a few. Professor Carey was the antithesis of such a cliché. He was
    encyclopedic smart, kind, funny, and compassionate. He saw the J-school as a community of learners. He loved the mystery of the educational process. Besides his kind and friendly nature, and that wonderful laugh, what I most treasured from Jim was his noble character. He was the most ethical professional I have ever met. The academic, ethical and educational mission of the school came first. The greater good supplanted the ego. Some of the ideas or values I borrowed from Jim over the 12 short years I knew him were: students first; always work hard; have high standards for myself; create a vision; honor ideas; and leave room for play.

    One Friday in the fall of 1995, I stood at the back of the “Critical Issues” classroom and heard Professor Carey lecture on the “daybook of history.” I stayed the entire class and came back the next week and missed the course only if I was out of town recruiting. For 10 years I
    continued to try to attend “Critical Issues” each fall. As many of you know it was the “Mutt and Jeff” show with Professor Isaacs at 6′4″ and Professor Carey at 5′6″ - their height difference also
    indicative of their teaching styles, but it worked. Over the years, I, along with approximately 2,200 J-students were challenged and educated about communication, community, ethics, journalism and “the daybook of history.”

    Professor Carey would be interested about our remembrances of him; his impact on our lives. “Remembering” had a significant place in his heart. I think he had the gift of “the personal touch.” Jim made you feel a personal connection to the activities he was a part of: teaching, conversations, meetings, discussions and even arguments.

    He invaded my heart and challenged my mind and both are better off.

  73. From: Kia Penso, J1998:
  74. I took Critical Issues and Covering Ideas. I realized at the time that the Covering Ideas class was a sort of experiment, I think he was figuring out ways to convert his intellectual insight into something practical for journalism students. I’m not sure he found it comfortable at first, but he had to go into this terrain and I thought it was very brave of him, to strike out new territory at a place as tradition-bound as the J-school.

    He liked literature, he had an appetite for it. And that made me feel a sort of kinship with him right away. I was pleased that he liked the same writers I did (we once raved together about the Irish writer John McGahern, who died just this year). I saw Prof. Carey as trying to establish a higher level of intellectual seriousness at the J-school, with all that that would — and should — imply: more informed reflection about the meaning of choices that we would make as journalists, more conscience, more awareness of the context in which journalism operates, an active critical mind instead of just a bunch of war stories and old saws. He took on a daunting task, to bring more richness of thought into the practice of journalism. It needs it.

    I find it hard to believe he is gone. There was still so much for him to do.

    I also remember his kindness; he was one of those people in whom it is the first impulse to be kind. I experienced this personally at a time when I was dealing with my own private troubles at the J-school, and after that, gratitude was added to my admiration. He was modest, he didn’t have the reflexive preoccupation with his personal status and how much of a big shot he was, even though he was quite a major figure in his field. He was truly a good man, he taught by the example of his goodness and his intellectual curiosity and his integrity as much as anything else. Not to mention the generosity with which he shared his knowledge and insight with students. It is only given to a very few to teach that way — but they are the real thing. I say that from my own experience of teaching, and from the good fortune of having had more great teachers than one has a right to expect in a single lifetime. And he was that. I feel lucky that I knew him, and I feel his loss for journalism.

  75. From: Elizabeth Yuan, J1998:

  76. I took Professor Carey and Professor Isaacs’ class, Critical Issues, and I loved it. They were the perfect complement to each other — reminded me a bit of Laurel and Hardy, Carey being the straight man to Isaacs’ more confrontational and colorful approach. Carey had his moments, however, such as when his glasses got entangled with his mic, and he quipped, “That’s why they call me “Jim Carrey.”

    I loved that class, because it considered so many of the kinds of ethical dilemmas a journalist can face in the course of a career, during times of war and peace. Professor Carey also introduced to me the concept of civic journalism, or public journalism, which Isaacs was not, at least at the time, a proponent of. Many critics were uncomfortable with the idea of journalism having a role or “mission” in community-building. We were lucky to receive differing views of the same coin during this class; they both offered invaluable wisdom.

    At a time when there was a lot of navel-gazing about the profession, particularly in the wake of the Clinton-Lewinsky scandal and coverage, I considered Carey’s class with Isaacs to be a “lifesaver,” in terms of getting me excited and inspired to be a journalist and in valuing the journalist’s role. I needed that class. Many times during his class, I would either be scribbling hard to record word for word a nugget of Carey’s thoughtful observations or, pen in air or on desk, pause to consider what he had just said. He was a journalism scholar and a teacher in every sense.

    In the description for his class with Prof. Konner, “Covering Ideas,” this “new beat” of ideas was to be considered akin to covering “secular religion.” And Prof. Carey and Konner emphasized the importance of conveying why people think the way they do and what “role these beliefs play in the direction of events.”

    I still have a folder from that class right here — I must have packed it when I moved.

    I was surprised to learn in subsequent years that Prof. Carey had embarked on the ambitious project of developing the school’s Ph.D. program. The man never seemed to slow down. His incredible energy in educating students about the journalism craft benefited so many.

  77. From: Steve Ross, former Columbia Journalism Professor:
    Anyone who worked with Jim collected roughly an anecdote a day. Here’s my favorite, among 20 years’ worth:

    When the J-school expanded beyond the ability of the International House auditorium to house our graduation ceremonies, We moved the event to the Cathedral of St. John the Devine. We forgot that observant, orthodox jews are barred by Jewish custom from entering cathedrals. Some of the students asked for a separate graduation ceremony. From among a faculty with many, many Jewish members, including several who write specifically on religion, the Orthodox Jewish students chose Professor Carey to speak to them and their parents. To the best of my recollection, here’s how he started: “At the Jerusalem Post’s newsroom last year, I was saying to….”

    Journalists and journalism professors have approached me in Lima, Sao Paulo, Belgrade, Sarajevo, Hong Kong, Chennai and countless other places asking after him. Easily the most common question professional journalists ask me about the school and its faculty is “How is Prof. Carey? When we met last year, he said….”

    There must have been three of him…. and now one is gone. But certainly not forgotten.

  78. Michael Gordon Brown, student, graduate assistant, University of
    Illinois, 1969-1970.

    My last conversation with Jim was about a year ago, in January 2006. It
    was by phone as it was many times in the past 35 years. We talked about
    my work, his work and his health and he was direct and matter-of-fact
    about it. His voice had a higher-pitched timbre. I felt uneasy.

    It was as an undergrad at Illinois in 1969 that I first experienced Jim.
    I was in my 20s with two previous and boring majors, some time in the
    military and a couple years of consulting work. My cousin suggested the
    J school as a way to get through. I was interested in McLuhan and Bill
    Alfeld, the assistant dean, recommended Carey’s course.

    I was mesmerized for the first few weeks in that class, fascinated and
    enthralled with something I had not experienced before. After a few
    weeks I started to corner him after his lecture and I must have really
    pestered him for the rest of term walking with him to his office across
    campus, dropping in at odd times and so on. The next year I entered the
    graduate college and he gave me a assistantship at the Institute and I
    sometimes think it was simply to find a way to structure my incessant
    questions about community. At the end of the 1960s Illinois was a place
    of turmoil and I was cautiously involved in student politics. During
    that time, Jim and Bette came to our house and my wife and I went to
    theirs and I learned from his sense and perspective during these times.
    I occasionally wonder, if I hadn’t taken that course, would I ever have
    set foot in a university again.

    We connected in person a few times after 1970 in various university
    settings. But we spoke by phone a number of times over the years and
    several times in 2004 when he was exhausted from balancing his Columbia
    and Kennedy School duties.

    Jim had countless intellectual and expressive gifts, which he packaged
    beautifully and gave to many. It seemed the more he gave the more there
    was. Iowa’s Sandy Boyd knew it and was sorry they couldn’t keep him at
    Iowa. His Irishness and kindness were both gentle and public. The former
    exasperated George Gerbner a little when Jim went to Trinity for
    sabbatical: “He could have gone to Oxford.” I especially recall his
    kindness at a talk given by Hugh Duncan when one of those odd campus
    cranks that long remain around universities was about to badger Duncan
    during the question session. Jim responded to him in such a way that
    made him feel like he had made a legitimate point and he sat down. Jim
    was very caring about Duncan too and later told me it was apparent
    Duncan was not well by seeing how Hugh’s wife attended to him.

    In that conversation last January he mentioned Thinking with James
    Carey. The transportation-communication-community issue was something I
    had explored during my assistantship years earlier and what I had
    recently been working on. Grossberg’s interview was a delight to read. I
    laughed out loud a few times. I had taken courses from several Jim
    mentioned and knew exactly what he was talking about.

    This remarkably gifted man influenced and was loved by many. My career
    path has been very different from the ones followed by so many who knew
    him. I still keep my Carey articles, books and notes of conversations
    with him. They help. Thanks, Jim.

  79. From: Erin Joyce, J1998
    I wanted to take some time to reflect on Prof. Carey’s influence on me at
    Columbia away from the hustle and bustle of my daily existence managing a
    daily publication and a passel of editors struggling to get their work done
    and done well amid the time pressures, the grind, the frustrations…

    But as I sit here writing to you, and after stopping to think about it, I
    realize I didn’t have to think too much about Prof. Carey’s influence. It
    wended through my day.

    As I was pushing editors to THINK about their approach to their stories, to
    appreciate that the story of that day could either be a toss-away re-write,
    or a chance to illuminate the subject for the readers, and to remind them
    that this is a noble undertaking, I realized that I am living proof of Prof.
    Carey’s legacy. I just hadn’t stopped to think about it until the news that
    he had passed.

    Like many other J-School alum, my exposure to Prof. Carey was in the
    Critical Issues class. I remember joking that he expanded my brain cells
    with all this talk about the Moral Imagination and philosophy and the
    culture of journalism.

    But I also remember vividly how accessible his eloquence became for me and
    those other hungry souls listening to him in that class. He helped elevate
    us to a noble undertaking, and taught us how to think about our raw
    material: the power of those words, those images, those sounds.

    I’m saddened to hear that he passed, but I know he must have been at peace
    knowing how many minds he helped open, expand, and continues to touch,
    through his teaching.

  80. Michael Scully, J1997 (and that year’s class president)
    When I heard of Professor James Carey’s death, I felt an immediate need to write something. I suppose we all have some special moment we shared with Professor Carey. I mean, he really did engage every class with this wonderful spirit and energy. During my year at Columbia, I had what I assumed were some exceptional moments with him, but he was such a generous guy, I’m sure I was not the only student that felt a sense of shared friendship with Professor Carey. Clearly, this man will be missed.

    Now, forgive me, but I’d like to share a story I’ve been sitting on for 10 years.

    In December 1996, I got into a little trouble with my peers in the Class of 1997 because I and several other students presented Professor Carey with a Christmas present: the latest editions of Homer’s the Iliad and the Odyssey. At the time, many of my fellow students accused my decision to present this gift as an abuse of my powers as the President of the campus chapter of the Society of Professional Journalists. My hope now is that you will find the following explanation satisfying.

    Here’s the back story: As many of my classmates may recall, 1996-1997 was a turbulent year in the dean’s office. Dean Joan Konner was leaving and Columbia administrators were carefully considering her replacement. Their short list of two people included Professor James Carey. When the decision finally came down from the President’s office, Professor Carey was passed over. The reaction from the faculty was immediate. Because Professor Carey was so respected and revered, many members of the faculty were upset that he was not made the Dean of the school.

    There was also this very real fear that Professor Carey – feeling rejected – would retire at the end of the academic year and depart Columbia. Believing his departure would be a devastating loss for the school, a small caucus of faculty members approached me and asked me to encourage some sort of gesture from the student body that would illustrate our love for Professor Carey. I didn’t hesitate to accept the suggestion. Their advice amounted to this: Simply tell him what the students think of him.

    This is how it unfolded. In the final days of the first semester, about two dozen members of the Class of 1997 basically barged into his office. I remember he was sitting there behind his desk staring at his computer; behind him, through the window, the last bit of December daylight was fading. He looked up, pleased but surprised by the number of students flowing into his office. The room was brimming with students from all parts of the class.

    One of us handed him the gift as we offered this explanation: We told him that we knew he had recently received some bad news and that we wanted him to know that we knew he was upset and disappointed. But we also told him that we were glad – on some level – that he was going to continue teaching. We told him that we understood his life’s work in journalism and appreciated the value and power of his wisdom. Finally, we told him that we believed, on some level, that he belonged to us – his students – and that we (and our peers to follow) would lose something very special if he left the Columbia Graduate School of Journalism.

    Looking back, the event was very humbling. It’s not often that you see such a great person – such a brilliant and generous thinker – shudder and blush with such sweet humility.

    Finally, I’d like to believe that this gesture, and the collective work and charisma of the Class of 1997 as a whole, played some part in his decision to stay at Columbia Graduate School of Journalism for the next decade. That’s ten years and over 2,000 students that got to drink in and discover the wealth of his work and wisdom in the field of journalism.

    Closing, I guess I’m saying that James Carey will certainly be missed.

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