How many times are we going to hear this excuse -- and from how many "entertainers, not journalists," or "bloggers, not journalists," or "pundits, not journalists," or "novelists, not journalists" -- before we conclude that something is fundamentally flawed with the state of modern journalism? I don't care what Daisey chooses to call himself or his work; he knew full well that the claims he made would be interpreted as factual, and he did nothing to set the record straight until someone actually decided to fact-check him. (Where, for the record, were the fact checkers at TAL, or at any other rebroadcaster of Daisey's story?).
In our urge for salaciousness and timeliness, we've happily allowed our journalistic and storytelling ethics to atrophy. In this case, it's sad that someone with a genuinely compelling story to tell (Daisey) felt he needed to embellish the record to appeal to a set of audience expectations, real or imagined. Why wasn't the set of legitimately factual information deemed compelling enough for this story? Alternatively, if he truly felt that crossing into the realm of fiction was necessary to capture the artistic essence of this story, then why did he keep real names, real players, and real locations intact?
Many people share some blame in this phenomenon, as far as I'm concerned. The issue seems so pervasive as to be a broader problem of cultural expectations and incentives, and no longer a series of individual failings from a string of perpetrators (of whom Daisey is just the latest in a long line). Regardless, it's troubling.