Every road has its first footprint.

In an old drawer in the editorial office, I once found short pencils with worn tips. Next to them were some smudged handwritten manuscripts, with a few red pen corrections in the margins. It was unclear who left them.

Perhaps a former journalist. I lifted the pencil – light as air – but inside me, it felt heavy. Because I understood, there were people who held that simple pen and wrote about a memorable and precious time in journalism.

There was a time when journalism started with handwriting, with charcoal pencils, on foot, then progressed to a more "luxurious" level with bicycles, 50cc bikes to go to the field to research and exploit information... That was the time of journalists without the Internet, without artificial intelligence (AI), without keyword suggestion applications. But they had a warm heart and a spirit of dedication.

Dak Lak Newspaper reporter (right) collects information and documents on forest management and protection.

My first teachers in the profession – they may have never known about digital technology, never worked on a modern content management system (CMS), but they possessed a huge store of knowledge, live data, memory, political vision, the ability to perceive and analyze problems sharply and the spirit of going to the end of the truth. In those days of “manual” journalism, a senior journalist recounted: “In the past, when writing articles, especially long-term investigative reports, sometimes we had to write two copies by hand. One copy to submit, one copy to keep in case it was lost.”

I once went with a veteran journalist to work in a remote border area. There was no phone signal, just a paper map and a shabby camera. His position was based on his extensive professional experience and life experience to find additional information for the report that contributed to stopping the hydroelectric project in the core area of ​​the national park.

I also had a senior edit my manuscript directly. He taught me how to read a manuscript – not with my eyes, but with my feelings. He advised me to remove a passage that was too smooth, because “it flowed without any role in the article”. He explained and analyzed in detail from why this word or that punctuation was chosen to how to introduce and process information in the article, when to “release” data, when to “ask” authorities to speak up. He said: “A journalist’s words must not only be correct – but must also have a mindset, a spirit, and be responsible”. Later in my career, I have come to appreciate the “responsibility” in the words of a journalistic work.

Some of those “big trees” have now retired, some have passed away… The revolutionary journalism foundation that we have today was laid down from such periods and such people.

The world of journalism has changed. Journalism has been further supported by CMS systems, big data, AI tools for keyword optimization, and layout design. Now, with just a smartphone, reporters can record videos, audio, write articles, and send them to the editorial office anytime, anywhere.

Many training programs have been organized on AI applications in journalism. The lecturer's slides are filled with terminology: digital newsroom model, AI content creation, chatbots that respond to readers, analyzing reader behavior through big data...

Digital transformation is creating a strong change for journalism: more modern, wider reach, faster interaction with the public. But no technology can replace the heart in each line of writing. If we forget the beginning, digital transformation can easily turn journalism into a tool race.

The pen – whether it is a charcoal pencil or an electronic keyboard; the participation of AI is still just a means. The heart and responsibility of the journalist is the core. Therefore, in modern journalistic life, we meet, remember and always cherish the rickety wooden tables, charcoal pencils, and old cameras; read, learn, listen and learn, and admire and be grateful to generations of soldier journalists who have devoted themselves to their profession with both pen and blood.

Every journey begins with a single footprint – and in journalism, that footprint may be a line of charcoal pencil that fades over time, but never loses its meaning...

Source: https://baodaklak.vn/xa-hoi/202506/con-duong-nao-cung-co-dau-chan-dau-tien-f600397/