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Josie Le Vay
The advantages and disadvantages citizen journalists pose for mainstream media
With the ever-expanding developments in technology and connectivity, journalism has become a level playing field. Citizen journalists now have equal opportunities and are able compete with mainstream media. Citizen reporting needs to be embraced by the mainstream media as it has advantages for them both.
Citizen journalists can be greatly beneficial when alerting the mainstream media about news stories quickly due to their locality of the event. War-torn areas and trouble spots, such as The Arab Spring, Syria and Ferguson, are where citizen journalists can prove incredibly useful to the mainstream media as they are able to report from areas of danger that are not easily accessible or safe for other journalists. Unfortunately, some reports can be biased, lack contextualisation and are often unverified. However, even though arguably untrustworthy, news sources on the internet are widely accessed. Anyone with a smartphone can in effect become a news outlet as they are able to capture and post video footage and photos, publish blog posts and even write a tweet.
The mainstream media can reap the benefits of this huge global resource. As the digital revolution is ever continuing, media companies need to be smart, and they are. Most mainstream media companies, even from the most traditional format of newspapers, have a large online presence and are able to create extra content with their interaction with the public. The BBC now encouragers readers and viewers to send in footage and photos of events, and even small written pieces. There is a massive opportunity still to be harnessed with the introduction of new technologies.
There has to be a combined passive consumption of traditional media with an active feed of news from citizen journalists, who complement mainstream media with their fast news sources. This is ultimately a benefit to the mainstream media.
Citizen Journalists will always want to get news stories out and the mainstream media will always need news, they should co-exist with a mutual benefit, a synergy.
At University, I took part in a week long, interdepartmental called State of Sheffield. I was lucky enough to be placed within my own department, and with a brilliant, topical subject. Together with my group, I got to explore exactly what happens when refugees and asylum seekers arrive in Sheffield and what their lives are really like. We got the chance to listen to guest lecturers and speak to a couple of asylum seekers face-to-face. It was a very rewarding experience and made me realise just how much support these people need and how the government are simply not doing enough.Â
To document our research we created this website.Â
It's actually really tiring
The biggest humanitarian crisis since World War II is happening; but it wasnât until one single image went viral that the world really woke up and took notice of the realities of the unbearable situation that millions of innocent people have been forced into.Â
A photograph of a Syrian boyâs body being lifted off a beach by a Turkish police officer has really struck a cord with people across the world, seeming to alert a mass audience to the crisis that has been growing and evolving for years for the first time.Â
Three-year-old Aylan was just one of hundreds and thousands of refugees to lose their lives in attempt to reach safe soil, but with the crisis being so huge, itâs hard to get an understanding of the scale of the devastation when facts, figures and even words fail to illustrate the pure devastation of this humanitarian crisis. One image, showing one boy, one familyâs unfortunate end to a journey towards a better life showed clearly and powerfully the harsh realities that so many innocent people have faced. Itâs only when you focus on one story that you can begin to understand how awful the situation is, and then gradually come to realise the scale of the disaster and how many peopleâs lives have been affected and destroyed.
This image which surged emotion and awareness, even making the British right-wing newspapers to take a drastic u-turn in their coverage and eventually the Prime Minister to have a change of heart instantly brought me back to three years ago, when I visited the concentration camps Auschwitz and Birkenau during my visit to Poland. The vast scale of the holocaust was too much to departmentalise, even with the concentration camp right there in front of me. Like with Aylanâs story, it was focusing on the individuals that really struck me. The one blonde lock of hair, the young girlâs pair of shoes, the toddlerâs glasses. Stripping vast humanitarian disasters right down to the core - that these are people, dying without reason; is what needs to be done in order for the public, the world, to truly react, and then, eventually, take essential action and save lives.Â
Rae Morris has released a beautiful and heartbreaking music video with a simple and important message behind it - check your boobs!
Today Rae Morris released a video for Don't Go, another beautiful single from her heartfelt debut album Unguarded. The video is far from conventional as Raeâs rarely are, but this one is something unique and special. She chose to do so much more than boost her self image and put an artistic print on her music profile, as so many artists do. She created something beautiful and heartbreaking with a simple and important message behind it, check your boobs!Â
Rae teamed up with charity CoppaFeel!, together with director Louis Bhose to create one of the most powerful music videos I have ever seen. The âSliding Doorsâ style video illustrates the harsh realities of breast cancer and the difference one quick âCoppaFeelâ can make to someoneâs life.Â
It has started to get to the point where we all know someone, whether a distant relative or close friend, who has been caught victim of cancer. In fact, 1 in 8 women will experience breast cancer in their lifetime. Itâs a simple message that Rae and the other Boob Ninjas want to get across, to simply regularly check your boobs, but spotting the cancer early on could save someoneâs life. To help boost the mission even further, you can purchase Rae Morrisâ special charity release of Donât Go here.Â
Donât forget to check out the CoppaFeel! website where you can find out about events such as Festifeel curated by the brilliant Fearne Cotton and most importantly - learn how to check your boobs!
August Update: Owen Jones, TTIP & UniversityÂ
Going to my first festival, meeting my favourite journalist and getting into university; thatâs one pretty successful summer!
Iâm aiming to make update vlogs every month for my youtube channel, keeping you updated on everything iâm getting up to (which will hopefully be a hell of a lot more interesting than usual as I start uni in... 26 days!)
Skopelos Town at SunriseÂ
Like any other Greek island Skopelos is full of tourists, but there is a huge difference - the majority of them are Greeks themselves, exchanging the hustle and bustle of the mainland cities for a perfect summer getaway.Â
It offered a unique insight into greek culture that you can easily miss out on in the more tourist swamped islands, when all the voices you hear on the beach are English and German and you bump into your old neighbour Bob, sunburnt at the hotel bar.Â
The island is beautiful and unspoilt, being slightly off the tourist trail with the nearest airport being a ferry ride away. It is hugely mountainous, the coach journey from Glossa port to Skopelos Town is extraordinary, taking you up the steepest twisting and turning roads imaginable, something you canât possibly visualise from studying Google Maps.Â
I just went to my first festival. With my mum.
We arrived at Latitude nearly five hours later than planned, and no, it wasnât entirely down to my mumâs often questionable driving ability. I must admit there was a moment when we appeared to be heading to Suffolk via London(from North Wales), but the real bummer was the near three hour standstill on the country roads leading up to the festival site. After complaining via Twitter, upon my mumâs instruction, that a poor distressed elderly couple were caught up in the traffic, hoping to evoke some sympathy from the festival organisers, we eventually crawled our way towards the festival site (actually, on reflection, I could have crawled there sooner, but thatâs beside the point). Of course, the elderly couple followed us through the festival gates!
Dragging our overpacked bags behind us, we soon realised that the quieter, outer edges of the camping area, that obviously appealed to my middle aged mother, were just too far away from the festival arena. In fact, it would actually hinder her ability to have naps between acts, as the walk would just take far too long. As it turns out, the mother didnât actually go back for naps. Just to down her tesco value vodka. Itâs now that I should probably point out that sheâs not the average middle class Latitude mum - she even debated putting bags of alcohol down her shirt so that she could walk through the arena gates at a snails pace pretending to be pregnant in order to avoid the cost of festival pints.
I soon realised that I could leave her at the comedy tent, amongst the children, middle aged and non-music enthusiasts who had also been conveniently, yet happily dumped there. Mum isnât exactly known for her appreciation of stand up, her comedy experience no doubt heightened by vodka. I must point out that she did love the music, but seemed to be limited to a few acts a day, something to do with sleep apparently, despite leaving the arena before the headline acts had finished and wearing an eye mask and ear plugs to bed every night.
I was constantly busy, there was barely a blank time slot on my vodka soaked, just about readable timetable, which of course, my mum was responsible for. The main stages were all fairly close to each other, so it was easy to pop back and forth between acts. Wherever you were between stages in the main arena, you could hear the music from at least one stage, sometimes resulting in odd and magical combinations. At one point I could hear a spoken word artist bursting out the poetry tent against whatever band were on the main stage, but I must admit the combination of SBTRKT and Noel Gallagher didnât quite have the same effect. This also allowed for bands to attract audiences mid-performance, particularly beneficial to the lake stage, the open air, BBC introducing style platform. However I soon came notice that the crowds of people sat on the grass in front of stage were mainly there to receive the tactically placed wifi. The weather was perfect; sunny, twenty five plus degrees, the idyllic festival weather. The setting was beautiful too, there were stages wedged between trees in the forest and a lake central to the whole site, perfect for jumping into to wash off the beer, dust and bodily fluids that resulted from spending the last 45minutes in a mosh pit.
Once I had ditched mum, I soon released it would be near impossible to find her again amongst the thousands of festival goers. We thought with designated meeting points weâd easily find each other again, but apparently our planning didnât quite stretch to specific times and single locations. I must note, I wasnât bothered in the slightest. I had this new found freedom at the festival, which ordinarily I was unable to have, being a sixth form student, about to go university, with an unfortunate late August birthday. I was able to stay up late waiting for surprise acts and go to 2am raves, when ordinarily, 17 year old me would be kicked out my local Wetherspoons past 9pm for drinking a glass of lemonade.
The one time I lost my mum really early on in the day, I certainly noticed the consequences as I was reluctantly woken up the next morning covered in bites with bright red face. So it turns out that maybe your mum isnât the worst festival companion in the world.
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