CELEBRATING THE LIFE OF JERRY GINUA - A TRUE MELANESIAN JOURNALIST
By SCOTT WAIDE
Four days since his passing, I've finally mustered the courage to write about this great man who taught me a lot. These words, however, will be forever inadequate for he was greater than the descriptions in this blog post. There is an emptiness for many of us who came after him. It is the loss not of a journalist but of an older brother and a humble leader in his own right.
So let this piece be a celebration
of his life. For being human is all we can be in this life.
We can never be perfect and
flawless. We can only be as honest as we
can be and as honorable as our human
will permits us to be. It is impossible
not to make mistakes. For the absence of mistakes rarely means perfection. It means stagnation in the journey of our lives. Somebody somewhere has had to make mistakes
in order for some level of perfection to
occur. Somebody somewhere has had to
make mistakes in order to us to learn from
the lessons.
Jerry Ginua was the embodiment
of it all. He was not
perfect. What stood out with him
was that he never claimed to be. He
would admit that he was wrong. He would
always be brutally honest when things
went bad and he would take
responsibility and never complain.
He made as many mistakes as
were humanly possible. He
learned many lessons and his lessons were ours as well. He had the guts to make those many mistakes,
to learn from the experiences and in
turn pass on those lessons. He was
generous enough to share so that others
younger than him – others like me - could become better.
One of the most valuable
skills I learned from Jerry Ginua was that
of relationship building and diplomacy.
Jerry was the “Melanesian
journalist” in the truest sense.
He was a master at building and
maintaining relationships. He had the natural ability to establish contact and build trust. I learnt from him that no matter how difficult the story got, you should never lie and you should never mince your words if
either party in the story felt aggrieved
or angered. Above all, never run from difficulty.
Jerry never sought the fame and
the attention that television tended to
bring. He was very humble for a person
who spoke to Papua New Guinea’s prime ministers
and decision makers. I never
saw him wear shoes or tuck his shirt for a whole month. But you could be sure he would wear a tie when it mattered: In front of the camera. Television was – at the end of the day – just
a job.
Jerry taught me that TV journalism
was a 24-hour-7-days-a-week job. He
taught me that television life was unglamorous, difficult and dangerous. On one or two occasions, he was punched and
verbally abused. He always saw the fun
side of things and would later guide us
on how do things better. If a story
happened, he would be there while the
rest of us were asleep. He would
attend a seemingly mundane dinner party and come back with an angle that would be headline news the next
day.
During the Sandline Crisis in
1997, Jerry Ginua, Benny Malaisa
and cameramen – Jerry Kuasi and
Francis Benny, shot
some of the best exclusive footage
for EMTV. Channel 9, Channel 10, Channel
7 and other major networks carried these pictures. They filmed the assault of PNGDF officers by fellow members as well as the
burning of the former commander’s car
late at night. They filmed the
Siege of Parliament by PNGDF soldiers.
As I said, Jerry was a master at building relationships
and those relationships served him well.
With me, Jerry never shared a
great deal of his personal life. We
were professionals in every sense of the word.
But that did not stop him from providing guidance when I was not paying
attention to what mattered: Family. He would be stern like a big brother would
and keep me away from what he did not
want me to see. He would always
be there to back me up where I fell short in terms of experience and
wisdom.
He allowed only a glimpse of
what he thought and felt. But
there is no question about the fact that his life revolved around his children
and his home. These were things that
were very important to him.
If there was anyone who was
not afraid to live, to make mistakes and to pass on those
important lessons to those who came after him,
it would be Jerry. It is with
these words - as inadequate as they are
- that I wish to celebrate the life of Jerry
Ginua.