Sounds like, as usual, TERRIBLE journalism. Well, what passes for journalism.
I learned all about that in elementary school (back in the mid ‘60’s) when some reporter from the local paper came to interview some 1st graders on their very 1st day of school and I was one of the kids that got chosen. When we got late edition of the paper that evening, not only did I find out the reporter totally misquoted me, but the picture they published of me was terrible, it made it look like I was picking my nose – which I wasn’t, I was scratching an itch or brushing some hair back, I don’t remember. Anyway I never trusted the press after that.