When I tell people I’m a writer at “Dateline NBC,” I get a variety of reactions. Often I hear, “Cool! What’s Lester Holt really like?” Or “Do you think that husband really disconnected his wife’s oxygen tank while they were scuba diving on their honeymoon or was it just a bizarre accident?”
However, sometimes I detect a look of mild horror, the kind I imagine trauma surgeons and cops get. It’s a look that says, Wow, you spend every day immersed in all that darkness. Isn’t it depressing?
Actually ... no.
When I first started at “Dateline,” the show followed a different format. We covered consumer issues, did investigations and profiles (one was of a young and sunny Taylor Swift, no less), and offered plenty of human interest stories. But times change and so does the audience. True crime is where our audience went and we met it there with, I like to think, an arsenal of journalistic talents: expert storytelling that captures victims, families and killers in all their human, complicated glory; the highest standards of fairness; and maybe just as important as anything else, true respect for the lives that are taken and the loved ones left behind.
Still, I admit the subject matter is dark. Nearly every episode involves a murder, or at least a disappearance. We do some powerful stories about the wrongfully convicted, but those people are usually convicted of killing someone. Death almost always figures into what happened in one way or another.
