A Blogger, By Any Other Name…

I gave up on anonymity quite a while back (before I even started this blog) reasoning that at least if everyone knows my name I don’t have to worry about the possibility of people finding it out. It removes a little novelty, but it also diffuses any interest people might have in my identity.

One thing that’s always fascinated me, though, is the correlation between identity and readership in blogging. Looking through the Wikio top 20 political blogs, I can only see three1 whose chief author/editor’s name I do not know.

There are plenty of successful pseudonymous bloggers, of course – but it doesn’t take much digging to find the real names of the bloggers behind Guido Fawkes, or Dizzy Thinks, or most of the other highly successful names in blogging. Rumour has it that even Devil’s Kitchen has an alter-ego with a rather more common name, though I of course wouldn’t dream of mentioning it for fear of the Satanic wrath such an action might engender.

It seems the only bloggers able to attain any great level of success without their names becoming a matter of public record are the ones who work inside our public services, who feel they must remain anonymous out of respect for the people mentioned in the anecdotes, which often cast a rather negative light on British public services. Out of fear that their words would be used against his constabulary. Out of, I’m sure, fear that writing hard-hitting and controversial critiques of their employer under their own name would see them at home nursing a shiny new P45 before you could say ‘free speech’.

The Outing of NightJack

The Orwell Prize winning police blogger NightJack fell into that rare mould, and now The Times, claiming to be doing a ‘public service’2, have identified him, and his constabulary.

At this point, though, the only decent thing for you to to do is to go and read the proclamation of the People’s Republic on the matter, for clearly Alix Mortimer’s powers of articulation do far exceed my own3. Particularly this bit:

And now a newspaper has ruined the career of one of them. Because they want a good headline, and probably because they’re jealous of his audience reach and of the unstoppable advance of new media in general. They have ruined. His. Career. And this is not a man highly placed in public service, mark you. Not a man caught out in any wrongdoing. Just a man who wrote down what he thought.

Clearly, shame on The Times for forcing this man to identify himself and the people he has written about. Double shame on The Times, of course, when their actions are put in contrast with a piece on NightJack from The Independent nearly a month ago, which said:

Jack Night’s identity is known to The Independent but we have agreed not to reveal anything apart from the fact that he is a detective constable, aged in his mid-40s. His force area and his real name remain a secret.

I know it’s not just me who thinks this is horribly sad. It also sets a very ugly precedent – I don’t imagine Dr Crippen or Winston Smith slept quite so soundly as usual last night, nor any other public service blogger. I note with great sadness that Sierra Charlie’s blog has disappeared too, although I don’t know for certain when that happened (last post I read was on the 9th of June). If it’s connected to the naming of NightJack then triple shame on The Times.

The message The Times are sending appears to be quite clear: if you blog anonymously, and talk about real life, you’d better not be successful – because if you are, we’ll ruin your life. And just to make that point abundantly clear, the NightJack himself wrote a piece in today’s Times4:

My blog is gone now, deleted, slowly melting away post by post as it drops off the edge of the Google cache. The Police Dependants’ Trust is a few thousand pounds better off which may be the only good thing to have come out of this. My family life has changed in ways that they did not want and that is down to me. I deeply and bitterly regret the damage that will be done to the reputation of Lancashire Constabulary, that is also down to me. Next to that, my own career prospects are trivial.

In Defence of The Times

I can’t deny that this whole thing had me fizzing with anger. How dare they, I thought. How very dare they. What has NightJack ever done to them?

Unfortunately, though, that’s just about where the criticism of The Times ends. With shame, and bitter words, and accusations of their utter hypocrisy in refusing to name their ‘sources’ but delighting in exposing a blogger. Far from the creeping totalitarianism that Alix Mortimer alludes to, the actions of The Times are the actions of a free agent, exercising its right to free speech – even if that free speech means revealing the identity of a man we’d rather not know. Whether motivated by jealousy, or mean-spiritedness, or simply the belief that it will sell more newspapers, The Times are absolutely entitled to investigate and identify whomever they wish.

The idea of revealing the identities of those who would rather not be identified is hardly one that’s alien to bloggers, either. It was a blogger who revealed the identity of the killers of Baby P, running the risk of prejudicing a further case against one of them. It was a blogger who revealed the men in Number 10 who were spreading rumours and falsehoods about the opposition to the press. It was a blogger who went against a D-Notice and revealed that Prince Harry was fighting in Afghanistan, forcing him to return when what he wanted to do was fight for his country. That many bloggers “would be horrified to think that the law would do nothing to protect their anonymity if someone carried out the necessary detective work and sought to unmask them” is absolutely true, but those same bloggers balk at the law intervening to protect anonymous sources in the papers, or Government enquiries being kept secret, or criminals in ongoing trials being referred to only by pseudonym.

The flow of information that the internet has provided is not one way. If we want information to be free, we have to accept that these are the real consequences – and if we want to know all about the people who work inside our public services, we’re going to have to accept that others can and will discover and reveal their identities.

And therein, I think, we find the reason for the aforementioned correlation between a known identity and readership. You simply cannot attain so high a readership under a pseudonym without people being interested in, and discovering, your identity.

Freedom isn’t just the freedom to do whatever you want. It’s also the acceptance that others are allowed to do whatever they want. The Times may have acted shamefully, and out of spite and hypocrisy, but the alternative is for the law to decide, arbitrarily, who has freedom of speech and who does not.

Would that really be in the public interest?

  1. Old Holborn, Harry’s Place and Mr Eugenides, for the record []
  2. Isn’t that the bit that just makes you want to scream? []
  3. I must also doff my cap to the ever-excellent Behind Blue Eyes, whose post on this is similarly spot on. []
  4. No link. []