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It had to happen at some point.
For months on this blog, I've been trashing my old paper, The Philadelphia Inquirer, for its coverage, or should I say non-coverage of the corruption and dire consequences of the radical policies imposed by District Attorney Larry Krasner.
Finally, somebody at the Inky decided to fight back.
Will Bunch, the paper's national opinion columnist, who usually hyperventilates daily about the evils of President Trump, went on Twitter yesterday to attack me. His target was a blog post I wrote about the brazen cluelessness of Mayor Kenney, Managing Director Brian Abernathy, and Police Commissioner Danielle Outlaw, when it comes to fighting crime.
At invitation-only virtual press conferences held daily, this trio of public officials hasn't been able to articulate a single idea about how to handle the current surge of gun violence in the city. Except for Kenney and Outlaw suggesting that perhaps D.A. Krasner should start arresting people for carrying illegal guns. Instead of giving them a pass, like he does for so many other criminals.
"This column brazenly doesn't offer a single idea on how to stem rising gun violence," Bunch sternly rebuked me on Twitter.
Geez, you not only expect me to expose problems but solve them too?
OK, so I proceeded to suggest [a] dumping Kenney and his Sanctuary City policy, [b] replacing Krasner with a D.A. who would actually put criminals in jail, and finally, [c] replacing the Inquirer with a newspaper that might actually report the news.
That prompted Bunchie to go all Progressive on me.
"I mean, these are just 'talk-radio' rant non-solutions, right?" Bunch shot back. "Krasner's not perfect or immune from criticism -- yeah, he could be a lot better dealing with victim families -- but he's trying to turn around a battleship of mass incarceration that's devastated communities and that's not easy (I know you don't care but . . .)"
And then suddenly, just like when he attacks Trump every day, the Inquirer's national opinion columnist suddenly seized the high moral ground.
First Bunch accused me of not caring about the plight of immigrants -- Oh please, say it isn't so! And then the Inquirer's national opinion columnist attacked me for the sin of journalistic hypocrisy!
"You talk so much about the power and integrity of journalism," Bunch sermonized, "but how can anyone take your journalism seriously when you've written NOT ONE WORD about the many, many black men wrongly imprisoned for murder by your hero, Lynne Abraham."
Oh, the humanity!
"Thank God you're standing up for the integrity of Journalism! And defining the litmus test for it. Now go back to ripping Trump," I wrote Bunch on Twitter.
Lynne Abraham left office ten years ago. The only time I covered Abraham as D.A. was back in 2002, when she sent out her detectives, armed with subpoenas, to storm the headquarters of the Archdiocese of Philadelphia, and seize the so-called "secret archives." This was a truly secret archdiocese history of the sexual abuse of children by its priests, more than 300 bulging case files and 45,000 pages of documents dating back to the 1940s. Yeah, I was down with that crusade. But I never wrote a book about Abraham.
Bunch then tried to defend the newspaper's coverage of Krasner.
"I honestly feel the straight news coverage has been balanced and sometimes hard on Krasner but that may reflect my more favorable views of his policies that you don't share," he wrote.
Sorry, Will, politics aside, the Inky is ignoring the daily consequences of Krasner's deadly policies, as laid out in police and court records.
Online, I recounted some Big Trial scoops that involved criminals that Krasner has given a pass to, including a two-time killer who got out of jail because of a $25 traffic ticket; a career burglar that Krasner dropped 27 new burglary cases against and made 184 new burglary charges disappear; and a Haitian immigrant here on a student visa that Krasner helped stay in the country, even though the Haitian beat and strangled his fiancé to the point where she passed out in a puddle of her own urine.
There's also the story of the police detective who sued the D.A. in U.S. District Court, because Krasner tried to get the detective, who is black, to change his story about his investigation of a white cop who shot a black man to death. The detective, who exonerated the cop, refused to change his story and the D.A. retaliated by threatening to arrest him.
All of this stuff, again, is laid out in police and court records, but every day, the Inky is willfully ignoring it.
"You guys aren't doing the job because you agree with his [Krasner's] politics," I wrote Bunch. "Right now, your newspaper is covering for Larry. And doing a better job of it than [alleged Krasner spokesperson] Jane Roh! Not how journalism is supposed to operate."
Sadly, this is what the Inky always does, play favorites. We don't like Abraham's tough on crime and queen of the death penalty policies, so let's send a team of reporters out to investigate her. But we do like Progressive Larry Krasner's Progressive policies, so let's lay off him, and ignore any story that might make him look bad.
We don't like Vince Fumo, so let's send out a team of reporters every year to investigate him. But we do like Ed Rendell, so let's ignore his womanizing, and his disastrous brainchild known as the DROP plan, which to date has squandered more than $1.5 billion on wasteful and completely unnecessary six-figure cash bonuses paid out to retiring city employees.
I actually wrote a book on Fumo that covered all this stuff.

It's what they do.
I then brought up the reason why I was fired from the Inquirer 22 years ago, in a dispute over how the Archdiocese of Philadelphia, and specifically the archbishop, should be covered.
Some ancient history here. Back in the early 1990s, the late Cardinal Anthony Bevilacqua claimed the church was going broke -- feel free to laugh about that one -- and that's why the archbishop had to close 20 inner-city churches and schools located in predominantly black and Latino neighborhoods.
Some of the cardinal's in-house critics subsequently leaked to me documents that showed a secret and lavish million spending spree by the archbishop. It turned out the at the same time he was closing those inner-city churches and schools because of a supposed lack of cash, His Eminence had secretly spent $5 million to renovate and redecorate church offices, a mansion that was his private residence, and a seaside villa that served as his vacation home.
I wanted to cover the cardinal like any hypocritical public official that I had the goods on -- blast him. But my editors were afraid to print the story. That's because, I subsequently learned during a lawsuit I filed against the Inquirer, that my bosses were being threatened with an economic boycott against the newspaper led from the pulpit by the cardinal himself.

It was former Inquirer editor Gene Roberts who settled that issue for all time in 2001 when he told Editor & Publisher, "In the end, with all due respect to religion, you have to cover the church with the same philosophy with which you cover everybody else. You can't have one set of rules for the archdiocese and one set of rules for everybody else."
This is how to win a debate with a Progressive, by recapturing the high moral ground. Because on Twitter I was quoting Roberts, the patron saint of the Inquirer, Bunchie had to knuckle under.
"I don't disagree -- without knowing the specifics -- that the issues you've blogged about should be looked into (although the Inquirer style, which you know well, would probably be a wider angle," he wrote.
Oh yes, that cerebral Inquirer, forever taking the wide angle on all the issues, compared to we narrow-minded mortals. Yeah, right. Actually, in this case the paper has taken a much more narrow angle on Krasner -- we love Progressive Larry's politics, so let's give him a Rendell-sized lifetime pass.
"Anyway, keep watchdogging," Bunch wrote. "We can always use the extra set of eyes. I just won't always agree."
And then he signed off with a smiley face. And went right back to ripping Trump.