A field guide to the events where the cover charge is access and the meal is the deal.
By Michael Starr Hopkins
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Chicken.
Tomorrow night, at the Washington Hilton, the same press corps that spent the last year writing “enemy of the people” pieces will put on a tuxedo, find their seat, and eat chicken next to the people calling them the enemy of the people.
Donald Trump is going. First sitting president at a White House Correspondents’ Dinner in his tenure. Secretary of Defense Pete Hegseth is going — CBS News is hosting him at its table. Deputy Chief of Staff Stephen Miller is going, same table. FCC Chair Brendan Carr is going. That is the man using his agency to dangle broadcast-license threats at the same networks eating chicken next to him tomorrow night.
The host is a mentalist. His name is Oz Pearlman. Twenty-five minutes. No comedian. No roast. No joke about the man in the room who has spent a decade calling the people holding the forks the enemy of the people.
This is not a dinner.
April 25, 2026 | 6:14 AM ET
This is professional inbreeding.
🔥 The Receipts, In Order.
Trump’s first WHCD as president. He did not attend any of the four during his first term. He is attending this one because the White House Correspondents’ Association replaced the comedian with a magic trick. Last year they hired Amber Ruffin, and then they fired her preemptively when her political material made someone nervous. This year they booked a guy who reads minds.
FCC Chair Brendan Carr, on the guest list. Carr has used his agency to open regulatory actions against CBS, NBC, and ABC. He has floated the possibility of pulling broadcast licenses over coverage decisions. He confirmed his attendance in a text message to Status. Nobody has said which table, but someone in the ballroom invited him.
CBS News hosting Hegseth and Miller at its own table. CBS. The same network whose 60 Minutes has been the target of a $20 billion Trump lawsuit. That network. Hosting the Secretary of Defense and the deputy chief of staff whose office coordinates the administration’s press attacks. At its own table.
More than 250 journalists signed an open letter — Dan Rather, Sam Donaldson, Ann Curry, the Society of Professional Journalists, the Radio Television Digital News Foundation, the National Association of Black Journalists — urging WHCA president Weijia Jiang to “speak forcefully, in front of the man who seeks to undermine our country’s long tradition of an independent, strong, and free press.” The letter named the receipts: bans on access, coercive regulatory investigations, defunding public broadcasting, dismantling international broadcasting, arrest of journalists, pardoning of people who committed violence against the press.
The host’s pitch. Pearlman told ABC News his job is “to bring people together.” He said he hopes the room will “laugh, applaud, and have their jaws drop.” He is a professional mind-reader being paid to perform a 25-minute act in a room that cannot afford to tell a joke about the man in it.
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The ballroom, before the chicken arrives.
That is the whole story. A press corps that will not name the thing it fears, hosting dinner for the thing it fears, with a magician where the comedian used to be.
I am from here.
Not “moved to DC after grad school.” Not “DC-area.” From here. DC public schools. Florida Avenue Grill on weekend mornings, where the waitresses knew your family’s order before you sat down. Jelleff for baseball, for basketball, for a whole childhood of pickup games that ran until someone’s mom came to the gate. I grew up on sidewalks that tourists did not know how to walk on, in a city tourists did not know how to drive through, eating at places tourists never heard of.
This weekend is tourist season at the Hilton. The worst kind. Laminated press badges, rental tuxes, car service back to the Sofitel. A ballroom full of people who did not grow up here, do not live here, will not be here Monday, and still show up once a year to tell us what is wrong with the country.
I know what a DC weekend looks like when it is actually ours. This is not it.
I have also sat at those tables. Worked the campaigns. Held my face still for four hours so a producer three tables over might give me a segment next Tuesday.
The chicken is bad. The wine is worse. The pretending is the entrée.
That is the part that gets me. Not the chicken. The pretending.
Quote of the Day
“I was brought in to unite.”
— Oz Pearlman, the mentalist hired to host the 2026 WHCD, on his mandate.
He will have twenty-five minutes. He was hired because unity was the assignment. That is not a roast. That is a corporate retreat.
Number of the Day
250+
Journalists who signed the open letter
Including Dan Rather, Sam Donaldson, and Ann Curry. They begged their own professional association to “speak forcefully” in a room they could just as easily refuse to attend.
Friendly Fire
Weijia Jiang, WHCA president: you can read a letter signed by 250 journalists, including your predecessors, asking you to name what is happening in your own industry. You can read it, and then tomorrow night you can decide how much of it you are willing to say out loud in a ballroom seating Brendan Carr. The letter is public. Your speech is public. The distance between them is the story.
CBS News: hosting Hegseth and Miller at your table, during a $20 billion lawsuit against your flagship news program, is not access journalism. It is a hostage video with flatware.
Coming Next
Sunday, a post-mortem. Who said what from the podium. Who walked out. Who laughed at a joke that was not a joke. Who posted the selfie. Names and names only.
What to Do Instead This Weekend.
A DC Almanac from someone who actually lives here.
DC Almanac, Week of April 25
Saturday, 9 a.m. to 4 p.m. — Garden Fair, U.S. National Arboretum.
Rare plant sale. Buy a fig tree. It will outlive the Atlantic masthead.
Saturday & Sunday, 11 a.m. to 5 p.m. — Living Earth Festival, NMAI.
Free admission. Real artists, real work, nobody coordinating messaging with a deputy chief of staff.
Saturday afternoon & evening — Pick one.
Uncorked at Nationals Park, DC Wine Fest at Union Market, Chocolate Festival at the Embassy of France. Any of them beats a ballroom full of people pretending nothing is wrong.
Saturday, 7:30 p.m. — D.C. United vs. Orlando City, Audi Field.
Watch people actually try to win something.
Saturday night — Live music, any of these rooms.
Zack Fox at Berhta — the show the WHCA should have booked if it had any nerve left. Sarah Kinsley and Charlie Burg at the Howard Theatre, 8 p.m. Steve Aoki at Echostage, 10 p.m., if you want a room that knows how to move. Black Rave Culture at Berhta. Liberation Weekend at the Black Cat — Ezra Furman, illuminati hotties, Pissed Jeans, rolling through all three nights. Every one of those rooms will have more honest energy than a ballroom sitting on its hands waiting for a mentalist to land a joke he is not allowed to tell.
If you’re eating — eat somewhere new.
Sebastien Salomon cooked inside the White House. He just opened Itiyah, a sixteen-seat Haitian tasting room, here in DC. You can sit at his counter and eat a multi-course meal for less than a WHCD ticket and be fed by a man who walked out of that building rather than wait for permission to serve what he actually wanted to serve. Or District Larder Co. in Petworth for whole-animal butchery and house charcuterie. Or the new Adams Morgan place from the Tail Up Goat team. Or Alfie’s, the Thai room from Alex McCoy and Justin Ahn. Or Maurizio’s. DC is full of new rooms with actual ambition right now. The Hilton ballroom is not one of them.
Burn Notice
The press corps does not defend itself at a podium.
It defends itself at the gate. By choosing who gets the table. By choosing who does not. By choosing, when the Secretary of Defense calls reporters the enemy of the people, whether to hand him a steak knife and a napkin.
They chose a mentalist.
They chose the chicken.
You don’t defend a free press by having dinner with the people trying to kill it.
