Last Friday afternoon, I had a posting mostly worked out in my head. It was about Jill Carroll, the recently-freed journalist who was held hostage by terrorists in Iraq for nearly 3 months. I, like many others, had some skepticism about her abduction, and was displeased with her videotaped statement released with the news of her freedom. Between my growing distrust of journalists, the Guiliana Sgrena precedent, and the “Christian Peace Activists” who were also recently freed giving the back of their hand to their military rescuers, I had doubts about the sincerity of that videotaped statement, so I wasn’t quite ready to jump on the “Blame Jill” bandwagon, but I was leaning in that direction.
I’m glad I didn’t do it. I held back partly out of those concerns, but partly out of laziness, too. I have no problem admitting when I’ve been wrong about something, but it’s not something I do cheerfully.
In retrospect, there was a rush to judgment against Ms. Carroll. But given the reasons cited above, it was certainly understandable. For every Michael Yon, there are a dozen Guiliana Sgrenas and a score of useless drones pretending to be “journalists.” And the record of those released hostages has contributed greatly to the perception that they were not overly averse to being used as political ploys.