A feud rages in Gilded Age New York City between newspaper tycoons William Randolph Hearst and Joseph Pulitzer. When Grace Harrington lands a job at Hearst's newspaper in 1896, she's caught in a cutthroat world where one scoop can make or break your career, but it's a story emerging from Cuba that changes her life.
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“I’m here for a job if you have one. As a reporter. I’ve
spent the last few years writing for smaller papers, getting experience where I
could.” I gesture to the leather folio in my lap. “I’ve brought samples of my
work if you’d like to look at them. They’re not necessarily the kinds of
stories I want to cover, but they’re a start.”
“Why do you wish to work here, Miss Harrington?” Pulitzer
asks, making no move to take the folio from me.
“Because of the stories you cover, the impact you have. The
World has one of the largest circulations in the world.”
Indeed, Mr. Pulitzer has just slashed the World’s
price to one cent, saying he prefers power to profits, circulation the measure
by which success is currently judged.
“You have the opportunity to reach readers, to bring about change, to help people who desperately need assistance,” I add. “I’ve admired the work you’ve done for years. You’ve long set the tone the rest of the New York newspaper industry follows. You’ve filled a gap in the news, given a voice to people who wouldn’t have otherwise had one. I’ve read the articles you wrote when you were a reporter yourself in St. Louis, and I admire the manner in which you address society’s ills. You’ve revolutionized the newspaper. I want to be part of that.”
“That’s all fine and good, but why should I hire you? What
would you bring to the World that someone else wouldn’t?”
“My gender, for one. A woman knows what it’s like to be
pushed to society’s margins. There are some who might argue that a woman cannot
do this job as effectively as a man. They would be wrong. Nellie Bly has proven
that. You did, too, when you hired her.”
“And what do you know of Nellie Bly?”
“You gave her a chance when others wouldn’t.”
“Cockerill gave her a chance,” he replies, referring to his
editor.
“With all due respect, Mr. Pulitzer, we both know this is
your paper. You saw something in Nellie Bly. And now she’s gone, and you need
another reporter who can take on the kinds of stories she did and can go places
your male journalists can’t. What she accomplished at the
Women’s Lunatic Asylum”—the words “lunatic asylum” fall distastefully from my
mouth—“on Blackwell’s Island, going undercover like that, was nothing short
of extraordinary. Those women’s lives have been changed because of Miss Bly’s
courage and her daring. Those placards out there, the philosophy with which you
run your newsroom—I promise to uphold it every single day I work for you.”
Pulitzer leans back in his chair. “You’re plucky like Bly,
I’ll give you that.”
“I am.”
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About the Author:
Originally from Florida, Chanel Cleeton grew up on stories of her family's exodus from Cuba following the events of the Cuban Revolution. Her passion for politics and history continued during her years spent studying in England, where she earned a bachelor's degree in International Relations from Richmond, The American International University in London, and a master's degree in Global Politics from the London School of Economics and Political Science. Chanel also received her Juris Doctor from the University of South Carolina School of Law.
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