RIP Ed Bradley
Jazz at Lincoln Center, 60 Minutes, Vietnam and Cambodia…a truth speaker for people most of the world ignored.
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Sigh. The good ones are dying off, and many of those who replace them scarcely merit the term “journalist.” RIP Ed Bradley; I lift my glass to your memory tonight.
He had great taste in jazz, and went to some places in SEA that were insane, to get a story. He was the real deal, and enjoyed what he did – it wasn’t just a job.
He was a good interviewer, too. Unlike, say, Diane Sawyer or Charlie Rose (or the genuine dregs like Tim Russert), Bradley never, as far as I could tell, imposed his own deliberate spin on the interviewee. I, along with (I am sure) most viewers, appreciated that more than he could ever have known. It’s not that he shied away from asking tough questions; it’s that he permitted answers. The results were personal and informative, and adversarial only incidentally, rather than by design as a means of adding false drama.
He held conversations with people and actually seemed interested in what they had to say.