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‘Like a fatal disease, Not all journalists make up celeb stories for tabloid newspapers and not all journalists approve of those who do. Take Albert du Roy, a respected figures in the media, whose latest work, Carnival of the Hypocrites, concludes that respect for people’s private lives has gone for good. The circumstances surrounding the death of the Princess of Wales have done nothing to change his views. The problem is that it is difficult to set hard-and-fast rules about what is and is not acceptable. Certainly, the period of self-restraint arising from this tragic event is likely to be brief, because ‘what happened that night was the result of a system and all the components of that system remain in place.’ In effect, stars still feel a need for us to talk about them, even about their private lives, readers still have an insatiable appetite for information about the private lives of the stars they identify with and the media are more than happy to satisfy that demand. For once, it does not all come down to money. Kept at a safe distance by the glossy paper and printed word, we fail to realize that society’s carnival of the hypocrites actually involves real people, whose lives are sometimes destroyed either literally or metaphorically. And yet the warnings are there. Only this May, another journalist wrote a startlingly prescient article on the behaviour of the paparazzi. It was Marianne Macdonald who ‘blew the whistle’, turning the spotlight on the curiously shy men whose main occupation was ‘blitzing’, ‘targeting’ and ‘whacking’ Diana. These are violent verbs, but then, ‘make no mistake. It was not civilized. It was war’. Paradoxically, although they spent their lives trying to get close to Diana, talking to her was the last thing they wanted. They casually referred to her angry and tearful confrontations as ‘loon attacks’ -incidents which became increasingly frequent as her patience and stamina began to give way. They could not -or would recognize that her obssession with her appearance might be their doing or that her boring life might actually have been curtailed by their relentless stalking. One of their number, Mark Saunders, makes -or made- around £75,000 a year from Diana pictures and regularly staked out KP (Kensington Palace) and her gym in Fulham. Pictures of Diana getting into taxis fetched high prices and in the article he recalled one particular incident when ‘she got into a taxi and we were all surrounding it trying to snap her and she buried her head. A Spanish photographer shouted: ‘Put your fucking head up and start acting like a fucking Princess!’ She jerked her head up and said: ‘What!’-very angry, like. And we got the snap.’ In the famous Panorama interview, where she revealed the emotional frailty which may have made her particular vulnerable to this virtual rape, she talked about the relentless pursuit. ‘I can’t tolerate it because it’s become abusive and harassment. It goes on and on and on and the story never changes...’ The destruction of her life became such an absorbing activity that Saunders was actually able to write an entire book about it. Dicing with Di included the following description of a terrifying car chase. Alone in her car, driving out of London, Diana realized she was being tailed and forced Saunders into overtaking her. She then accelerated and ‘the cars carried on, bumper to bumper, in the fast lane of one of Europe’s most dangerous roads... She looked possessed. She was driving with only one hand, the other gesturing wildly at me. Putting our lives on the line, I increased my speed. At about 120 mph I lost her and managed to slip into the middle lane. Diana sped past’. The book suggested that Diana often jumped lights and broke speed limits to escape her tormentors and, as Marianne Macdonald concluded, ‘If this harassment continues, her story could no longer just end in tears. Someone could die, and it might not be a paparazzo’. |
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