Who, you are asking, the hell is Kenneth Roy.
He is – or, rather, was – the editor of the Scottish Review. What, you are asking….It’s a weekly online publication. Been around 24 years and publishes all sorts of stuff. Weekly diaries, Lockerbie investigations, quality investigative journalism akin to PEye at its best, some humor and some idiosyncratic columns. It’s a gem of quality journalism in a low quality world. I look forward to Wednesday morning immensely knowing I can read it over breakfast.
This week’s edition was the announcement that Roy was stepping aside due to a terminal diagnosis. My heart give a little lurch.
I’ve never met Roy, although I have written a couple of acerbic letters to the SR. But he’s long been seen by me as a bastion of decency in journalism. The quality of his writing is excellent, with nary a wasted word or idea. But the causes he’s pursued are the ones that no-one else is touching – unexplained deaths that have been mishandled, serial failures of the legal agencies, jabbing elbows at the Establishment.
There was never a cult of celebrity, just about the story. He always struck me as being a classic Old School Scots journalist, going his own way, doing it his way, convinced that the battle is worth the fight. I’m not sure that there is anyone like him anymore.
So, a partial eulogy for someone many of you don’t know. Even if you don’t mourn his passing, mourn the passing of his kind.