This entry is part of Getaway Reads, a weekly e-mail series curated by Stephanie Cawley that features the writing of the Winter Poetry & Prose Getaway faculty.
A Murmur of Growing Intensity
from Killing the Messenger
by Thomas Peele
On the morning of August 2, 2007, I drove my then-usual commute from an apartment, not far from the eastern shore of San Francisco Bay in the city of Alameda, to a newsroom nearly twenty miles away in the East Bay suburbs. The route took me in and out of the city of Oakland through tunnels—the ﬁrst passing beneath a shipping channel, the second carving its way through cumbersome hills. Oakland was little more than the place I passed through to get anywhere—to work, to pick up my wife at her job in San Francisco, to visit friends.
That bright, sunny morning seemed like just another day. I had moved to California seven years earlier and had only recently committed to staying longer, having just turned down a good newspaper job in New Jersey. That summer I was in the throes of ﬁnishing a graduate writing program, and my mind was stuck on a looming thesis deadline. The radio was off, and as I drove I dictated ideas into a little recorder about how to ﬁnish that tome. As I entered Oakland, I didn’t know that a horrible murder had occurred an hour or so earlier just blocks away—a man had been gunned down on a busy city street by a masked killer.
I had worked for newspapers of various sizes since 1983, pulling myself upward from the traditional starting places of municipal-government and police beats, and now carried the somewhat overblown title of “investigative reporter.” I liked to dig, to get to the bottom of things, to ﬁnd their roots, their causes. As sort of a subspecialty, I had also carved out a niche writing about the First Amendment, censorship, and press rights. People, I had come to believe, were often ignorant of journalists’ struggles to adequately serve them, the roadblocks we overcome, the daily ﬁghts to be watchdogs of the public interest. As I parked my car in the lot next to the long, ﬂat, nearly windowless building that housed the Contra Costa Times, slung a bag over my shoulder, and grabbed my ubiquitous cup of black coffee, I had no idea that three booming reports of a shotgun in Oakland earlier that morning had signaled the convergence of many of my interests.
I walked into a newsroom in transition. The newspaper industry had not yet been rocked the way it would be a few years later, with massive layoffs and closures, but it was starting to tremble. The Contra Costa Times, once a part of the venerable Knight Ridder chain, had recently been put up for sale and bought by MediaNews, the same company that owned the nearbyOakland Tribune. A painful consolidation of news staffs that had competed for years was under way. Everyone, it seemed, was leery of losing their jobs.
As I entered, there was a commotion around the desks where the police reporters sat among an array of scanners and radios, a wall-mounted television dangling over their heads. Even to a skeptical veteran such as me, the buzz seemed different, a real story developing with a murmur of growing intensity about it.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Someone shot the editor of the Oakland Post,” a reporter told me.
“Very,” she deadpanned, glancing up from a computer, a hand brieﬂy covering the mic on her telephone headset.
“Chauncey Bailey,” the reporter told me and turned away to continue her call.
I knew the name, but only vaguely. Bailey had worked for the Tribune once and had gotten ﬁred for some sort of ethical lapse. I asked an editor if anyone knew yet who had killed Bailey or why. He said no. I felt an immediate frustration. Before the merger, our newsroom would have mobilized to cover the story, but now Oakland was strictly the Tribune’s territory, and I could do nothing. And though I worked primarily on long investigative pieces that often took months, I wanted in on this breaking story. A journalist. Murdered. If someone had killed him over his work, then the implications were boundless.
A few minutes later my phone rang. It was a source I had developed in Oakland a few years earlier, a minor ofﬁcial who often proved helpful with information.
Two theories about the murder were raging across the city, he said, both fueled by rumors concerning Bailey’s personal life—he had been killed either by a jealous husband or boyfriend or by someone seeking retribution over an unpaid debt, a loan shark or shylock. My source had strong credibility, and his leads that Bailey’s slaying had to do with something other than journalism brought me a tinge of relief. It seemed overly dramatic anyway, I realized, to suggest that the editor of a weekly newspaper had been killed for reasons directly related to his job. The last local print reporter killed in th eUnited States was Don Bolles of the Arizona Republic, who was investigating ties between business leaders in Phoenix and the Maﬁa in 1976 when he suffered fatal wounds in a car bombing. The little Oakland Post was not prone to the type of reportage that provoked anyone. I returned to an analysis of government pay data I’d been working on for months, thinking the Bailey story would blow over in a few days.
Half an hour later, my source called back.
“Bailey was working on a story about the Black Muslim Bakery,” he said.
“Holy shit,” I said out loud, as if I were playing a reporter in a B movie.
That phone call changed everything.
© Thomas Peele. Published in Killing the Messenger, published by Crown Publishers, 2012. Click to continue reading an excerpt.
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Thomas Peele is an investigative reporter and lecturer at the University of California, Berkeley, who has won more than 45 journalism awards during a career on both coasts. His first book, Killing The Messenger, an examination of Black Muslim cults and the 2007 murder of Oakland, Calif. journalist Chauncey Bailey, was published by the Crown Books division of Random House in February 2012. Peele’s essay on the collapse of the Knight Ridder newspaper company, “Oligarchies I Have Known,” won the 2006 Association of Writers and Writing Programs’ Intro Journals Award and was published in Controlled Burn. His work has also appeared in Columbia Journalism Review, Newsday, and the San Francisco Bay Guardian. Peele holds an MFA in writing from the University of San Francisco and lives in Oakland, California with his wife and twin daughters. You can read an excerpt of Killing The Messenger on his website www.thomaspeele.com.
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