Last night I took a break from house shopping, thinking of loans and appreciating markets. I sat down to watch TV with my beautiful husband and our roommates, Summer and Nicole. On TV we were watching news (American news about American events).
For those who have been sleeping under a rock (or live in Nigeria), the Boston Marathon was interrupted by a home-made bomb which killed citizens (spectators at the event) including an eight-year-old boy. The terrorist act was seen as especially reprehensible because of this.
Last night as we watched TV could tell something new was happening in Boston so we watched, only to see that the FOX news channel screen was loaded up with “tweets”. I am used to only seeing this on my new smart phone or my computer screen.
“What’s all this?” I asked.
Summer and Nicole told me that there is now “real-time” reporting based on twitter feeds. Many news stations relied on neighbouring communities to be the eyes and ears before cameras were at the scene. Sometimes, because of restricted access for the press, even after.
Heck with TV.
As Mario went to bed, I signed on to twitter and streamed the police scanner. It was like I was in Boston – specifically Cambridge. There in the elite suburb of Watertown - not far from where my father used to live.
This was better than news. In my ears I heard the careful clear-text communication of squad cars communicating with central dispatch, eventually realizing that their communication with each other was being heard by the nation and becoming coded and careful. For officer check-in they switched to a low band.
Below is an example of the twitteri from last night:
In my head I thought “I’ve finally figured out twitter…” It wasn’t facebook in a distant second place. It wasn’t just a celebrity check in. It wasn't just the literary agent networking site that I used to mistake it for.
Twitter has become Paul Revere riding through the streets of Boston warning them that the British are coming. It is the whispers of the French Revolution. It is the undeniable voices of prophets, thieves and widows networking to become more and more powerful.
Informed and equipped.
In one tweet I saw something that made me laugh. It was the voice of a young man who I can’t remember, saying “The police have figured out that the suspects are following twitter feeds and are responding accordingly. In that case, come out! No one will shoot! Free donuts!”