THE VICE PRESIDENT
WASHINGTON
We began 1988 feeling confident that we could finish what we had started such a long time ago: winning the presidency. But we knew lots of obstacles were still ahead, and like many of my friends and supporters, state senator Roy Goodman of New York wrote me a note of encouragement and concern:
January 13, 1988
Dear Roy,
Thanks for your letter and your advice. I think once in awhile you have to stand up and defend yourself, but I am going to try to stay above the fray and not slug it out with any candidate on a personal basis. I’m going to win this nomination and election, and I want to do it in an honorable way. Thanks, my friend, for continuing to keep me so well informed.
Hastily,
George
After that note of reassurance to my friend, the year really did start off with a bang. Dan Rather asked if he could do a profile for his CBS Evening News broadcast. We were told it would be a biography-type piece, just like the ones CBS was airing on the other candidates. What we got was something else. I dictated to my diary:
January 24th
We’ve been invited to do a CBS “profile.” They wanted me to tape for 40 minutes and [Craig] Fuller wisely said “no, we’ll do it live.”1 We didn’t think they’d do it live, which will be for 4 minutes, but they came back and said they would do it live. But, then we get to New Hampshire and we find the promo on the CBS show for tomorrow is “Dan Rather talks to George Bush about Iran-contra,” or something of that nature. I wonder if it is a straight up deal, or what they’re doing.
I called Teeley2 and told him this and he was going to talk to the producer. They’ve done profiles on every candidate, but the way they are advertising it on this candidate, they want to talk just about Iran-contra.
Nice Sunday, other than that. . . .
January 25th
. . . When I returned from New Hampshire in a big-flake snowstorm, we decided to go right to the Capitol. I was doing the Rather live program from my office right in the Capitol, and I figured if I tried to go home, I wouldn’t have time to get back. Barbara met me and brought some clothes. . . .
We came on the air. There were four minutes of clips—all questioning my word. It was a mean, tough interview. Dan came on, and he and I got right with it. I tried to keep my cool. In fact, I think I did. But, I’d be damned if I was going to let this guy walk all over me. “Your judging my whole career by Iran would be like somebody judging your whole career by the 7-minute walkout when the air time went blank,”3 I said to him.
The interview is now history. When it was over, I felt like I had been through a couple of rounds in the ring. The adrenaline was pumping. The mike was still on, against all custom I might add, and CBS taped me laying in to the producer telling her this is the last time you can deal with me. “Your network can deal with me at press conferences by holding their hand up and I’ll treat reporters with respect, but no more inside stuff.” . . .
The minute the program ended, switchboards lit up all over the country—telegrams poured in, calls flowed to New York—500 calls to CBS—two CBS affiliates called in to apologize. The White House phones were jammed, and all and all, people were glad to see me do what I did. . . . When I climbed on to the helicopter, the pilot says the boys sure salute you for what you did. The firemen gave me a thumb’s up at the helipad. People calling in from Des Moines and all over.
A lively debate as to whether Rather should be fired. I expect there will be back lash, but the initial reaction has been absolutely fantastic and far stronger than I would possibly have imagined.
People don’t like television stars being rude, and a lot of the telegrams cite “rude to the Vice President.” There was a certain respect for the office and they felt that Rather walked across the line. I don’t want to fight with Dan. I’ve liked Dan, but he apparently told somebody that the newspaper people are free to get all of the information and that Rather would go for the knockout. You could sense it the minute I was there.4 . . .
We were focusing most of our attention on Iowa, whose caucus on February 8 would be the first major test of the election. We were not doing well in the polls. My toughest opponent was Bob Dole, then minority leader of the Senate. But television evangelist Pat Robertson was running strong in Iowa. I dictated to my diary:
Feb. 7th, a clear, crisp, Iowa Sunday.
. . . We all went to Church and after church, the question came to me, “Are you trying to lower expectations?” Here we are 15 points back in the poll and someone says “Are you trying to lower expectations?” I said, “Expectations are already lowered, but we’re fighting it.” It’s my hope that if we get wiped out here that it just doesn’t bounce back too much in other states. Also, I’d hate to come in third, with Dole first. I wouldn’t mind being third if Robertson beats out Dole. But, I don’t want to be third in any sense. . . .
Having the kids around and Bar makes me relax a great deal. It makes me feel much, much better. We’re going to have another big day tomorrow, on Monday the 8th, and then fly into N.H. The press asked me why I was doing that and I said, “I want to hit the ground running, win or lose. The action starts in N.H. the minute the people go to the caucuses in Iowa.” I also remember last time talking too much about big momentum and all of that.5
Out in the country, driving in a long motorcade across Iowa, crystal clear, farm houses stand out etched against the sky; Farm machinery around, a light dusting of snow along the cornfields and the abundance of Iowa’s lifeline lies frozen and snow-dusted. What a magnificent country we have.
February 8th
Nervous. Gloom and doom amongst the campaign people. There is a feeling that we are going to get beat. The question is how bad. . . .
We get to New Hampshire, have dinner with Hugh Gregg, and then the first returns come in and they are horrible. I’m running a poor third, and it’s clear that we’ve lost and that it’s Dole and Robertson, and me a distant third, and Kemp back, then Du Pont and Haig.6 I just know how the press will play it. There were already columns about Bush being a hemophiliac, and if he finishes third, he’s through, etc., etc. But, that hasn’t always been the case. It feels like you’ve been hit in the stomach.
It’s really gloomy.
February 12th
I do have peace of mind now. If I don’t make it, I have no excuses. Just go on about my life, which will be an exciting one. I would have no politics, no head table, no Republican Party, a total hiatus, shifting directions of my life. And if I win, and I still think I will, my hands will be full. The biggest job in the world. . . .
February 15th
We have a lot of events in the day. I’m getting awful tired. I’m dictating this on Monday noon. We’ve been to Dunkin’ Donuts. We’ve been to McDonald’s for an Egg McMuffin. We’ve been to the pancake house for pancakes. I’m bloated and very tired.
Ted Williams has been at my side and he keeps pointing out how exhausting it all is. They love seeing him in these shopping centers and malls. Sununu is indefatigable, traveling with me all of the time.
Feb. 16th
. . . . Our people feel good and we think things are moving in the right direction. I know I’m going to be faced with an awful downer if we lose here, but I’ll pick myself up and go South7 and recoup. But, if I win here, then we go South with a lot more confidence and conviction. I desperately want to win. The kids have worked hard, and Bar has worked hard. Everybody has killed themselves. Sununu, Judd Gregg, our friends and supporters and all of them feel genuinely upbeat. There is such a thing as a “feel” in a campaign and this one feels a lot better.
I’m dictating this on the morning of the election day. We’ve been to two polling places and the spirits are up. . . . As I left one of the polling places, [the press] were yelling, “How much do you have to win by? What happens in the South if you lose? Will you be dead? “Are you going to be able to go forward if you lose in New Hampshire?” These were the inevitable questions and the inevitable answer is a thumbs up and a cheerful look, exude confidence, and again, as Mum would say, “Do your best.”
With John Sununu’s hands-on management, we won a huge victory in New Hampshire, which more than made up for the Iowa defeat and gave our campaign a renewed vigor as we headed South. I took some time out to write our friends and supporters.
February 17, 1988
Mrs. Sally Novetzke
Cedar Rapids, Iowa 52403
Dear Sally,
I am back in Washington for one day, about to head out for another 20 days. But now that the dust has settled in both New Hampshire and Iowa, I want to send you and a handful of others this letter.
There is no way I can properly express my gratitude—Barbara’s, too. You worked hard, you stood at my side when the going got tough, and you were with me, your hand on my shoulder, when things looked very gloomy indeed. There is nothing more you could have done; there is probably a lot more I could have done. But in any event, that’s history, and yesterday’s result in New Hampshire has given us an enormous lift.
When I win the nomination, I will be grateful to you not just for your support, but for your friendship.
Barbara sends her love; so do all the Bush kids. We are going to make it!
Love,
George
2-24-88
Mr. Bob Boilard8
Biddeford, Maine 04005
Dear Bob,
Articles on both Blues and Mackerels made me think of you.
It was great seeing you in New Hampshire.
Bob, I’m going to win, but I’ll promise you one thing—it won’t affect our fishing together.
Life is about friends and values.
You are my friend.
Keep your fingers crossed.
George
February 29th
On Monday I have lunch with the President. He does not want to get involved in the politics, but he’s very interested. . . . Ken Duberstein9 told me after he reported to him that I had won New Hampshire, that the President said, “I’ll sleep better tonight.” . . .
On the night of the 29th, Monday, alone in a Charleston hotel, I’m recognizing that I won’t be back in my own bed now—having been there for one night—for another fifteen days; wishing the sand was running through the clock faster; and seeing the polling numbers holding up. Each day that they hold up, the better it is. . . .
We give the regular speech, and Fuller hands me a prepared speech to attack Dole on taxes. I said, “Why do we want to attack Dole.” We need one news bite, so I went ahead and hit him on the taxes against my better judgment, and the press went ballistic. David Hoffman10 started yelling at me, “Is this a fair attack?” They were screaming, jumping up and down—literally swarming—and wondering why the attack. Was it fair?
I think [my staff] are a little sobered by the fact that the media swarms like this, and I think they now understand that my instincts are correct; but I shouldn’t have done it and not gone with the flow. This pressure that you’re under when they hand you a statement at the last minute is too much, and I’ve got to resist it better. . . .
March 6th
In Kansas City, we went to a shopping center and it was good, though weird T-shirts. There was one woman who had the most unusual T-shirt on I had ever seen—it was pink with light blue writing, and it said something on it like, “What would happen if everyone in the world farted at once?” She was a nice woman, and she had her child with her; but she and her husband seemed totally oblivious to the fact that she had that sign painted on the front of her shirt. . . .
March 9th
Super Tuesday came and went. The results were very, very clear, and the best that we could have possibly expected. It was unbelievable, and there is no way to measure the impact. . . . The enthusiasm is high, and the bottom line is, it was the best political night of my life and couldn’t possibly have been better.11
Mr. Larry McMurtry
Washington, D. C. 20007
Dear Mr. McMurtry,
Having read and thoroughly enjoyed “Lonesome Dove,” I have now just finished “Cadillac Jack.” Having lived in West Texas for 12 years or so, I got a tremendous kick out of Jack.
Now for the favor—do you sign bookplates? If you have a couple of your own I’d love to have them signed to stick in the front of these two books for our library. If you don’t have your own, perhaps you’d sign the two book plates attached.
As a peace offering I am sending along my non-best seller.
Sincerely,
George Bush
Mario Cuomo and I got into a letter exchange about economic policy. Here’s just one in the series.
April 11, 1988
The Honorable Mario Cuomo
Governor of the State of New York
Albany, New York 12224
Dear Mario:
Good letter, yours of March 16; but let me comment on one or two specifics. . . .
You cite your own record for cutting taxes and balancing 6 consecutive budgets up there. That is good—outstanding. Please join me in getting the Congress to give the President the tool that you and 42 other Governors have—the line-item veto. I’ll bet it would help work wonders at the Federal level.
You seem to indicate the new Commission12 may not endorse a tax hike. Please join me in urging the Commission to reject any increase in taxes. This Commission was your idea and the Commission will undoubtedly listen if you encourage them to resist all tax increases.
The election in 1988 will be about a lot of issues, a principal one being how do we get the deficit down. The Congress appropriates and tells us how to spend every dime. Let’s get more people in Congress who will hold the line on taxes and help us do a better job on constraining the growth of spending.
My specific proposal is a four year flexible freeze. Total spending, except for social security and interest, could grow at no more than the inflation rate. I call for a line-item veto for the President and for passage of the balanced budget amendment, something the American people overwhelmingly support. “Flexible” means the President could add in areas he felt needed more funding but then he’d have to recommend less spending in other areas. . . .
The existing election process is a real grind, but it is really the best way to take one’s case to the American people. The best way to make a point about . . . anything facing this nation, is first to fight it out for one’s own primary nomination, than having been seasoned and tested by the grueling primary process, to move into an equally grueling general election campaign. . . .
One of your fellow Democrats running for President talked about “Midnight in America.” Cheer him up. This is a great, powerful and dynamic country. Let’s work together to keep it that way.
Thanks so much for writing.
Sincerely,
George Bush
April 16, 1988
Prof. Samuel Hynes
Woodrow Wilson Professor of Literature
Princeton, N. J.
Dear Prof. Hynes,
Recently you sent me your new book Flights of Passage, and I wrote you back a rather perfunctory thank you note.
Now I have read every word in Flights; and even though the book is closed I am still enjoying it all. You see, I was at Ulithi and Guam. I had clean laundry, but I flew the same steady old Turkeys you did. I sang the same songs, told the same lies, censored the same letters, and felt the same way when I released the bombs.
. . . Your Dad underexpressed stuff just like my Dad did, but I sure wish my Dad were here now giving me that same kind of understanding and love.
I expect if I had studied Literature at Yale (sorry) instead of History of Art 34 I could more eloquently tell you what I thought about your book; but we’ll just have to settle for “thanks for helping me relive some of my most formative and enjoyable and sad and maturing days. I loved the book!”
P.S. If I had studied under Princeton’s Woodrow Wilson Prof, I might have learned to type better, too—forgive!
Sincerely,
George Bush
April 28, 1988
New York, New York 10278
Dear Dick, (I am taking you at your word)13
Thank you for that very good letter of April 19. I totally agree with you on the need for change. Here is [a] quote that shows my state of mind:
“You asked earlier on about change. I want new people. If they’ve got some new approaches, fine. There’s going to be wholesale change—you have to do that—If you had two people who think exactly alike, one of them sitting outside, one of them in, it’s better to bring the new guy in because of revitalization.” (Interview with U.S. News and World Report, April 21, 1988.)
Needless to say, I enjoyed our chat very, very much, and so did Barbara. I would welcome further suggestions at anytime on any subject.
Respectfully and sincerely,
George
May 1, 1988
Dear George “P”,
This jacket and shirt have your name on them. They both may be a little large now, but not forever.
You sounded a little tired today when I called, but I was glad to hear that your marks are good and the baseball is great.
I threw out the first ball at the Mets game. That was good fun. It would have been more fun if you had been along.
I am now locked in the struggle of my life, but in just a little over 6 months I will know whether I will be President of the United States or whether I will be through with public life altogether. Whatever happens I will work very hard, and the future is exciting. If I win you will come stay with me from time to time in the White House. If I lose we can do a lot of good fun things together—no one watching, no one but us caring. If I win, I want you to cheer me up when I get tired or when the problems get very tough. If I lose, I’ll do the same for you, and I’ll live a new life watching you compete and grow up and love and have a family. I’d like to be a Great Grandfather. And somebody will say: “Hey you old man, who is that great looking little kid with you?” And I’ll say with pride—that’s my first Great Grandson. His Dad is that guy over there—the one that has been so nice to his Gampy”.
Devotedly,
Gampy
Our friend Anne Phelps from Kennebunkport wrote to say a rumor was going around town that if I became President, I would not spend too much time at Walker’s Point for fear it would be too disruptive to our tiny town. She wrote to say that she and everyone else thought that was ridiculous.
May 4, 1988
To California
Ms. Anne Phelps
Kennebunkport, Maine 04046
Dear Anne—
Your letter really gave me a lift. Barbara & I have been very worried about adversity affecting the peace & tranquillity of K’port. This year there will be more attention to us; and heaven knows what if I win in the Fall.
K’port is our anchor to windward. It’s where I totally relax. I get more pure joy out of watching our grandkids discover the wonders of nature in our tidal pools than I do in meeting the Kings & Queens of the world.
We hate to think that we might cause others who feel the same way we do to have less enjoyment in this special place.
What a very kind and loving letter you sent me.
Sincerely,
George
I sent this letter to my siblings and our children:
May 9, 1988
Mrs. Alexander E. Ellis
Lincoln Center, Massachusetts 01773
Dear Nan,
We are about to sail into uncharted waters, in terms of family scrutiny. We’ve all been through a lot of inquiry and microscopic probing; however, it’ll get worse, not just for our family, but for Dukakis,14 too. Hence this letter to family.
. . . As we move closer to November, you’ll find you’ve got a lot of new friends. They may become real friends. Or if the polls show Dukakis kicking us—there might be some friendships that will vaporize. They’ll ask for things—“Do you know anyone at Commerce? Can you call Joe Doakes at State?”
My plea is this: Please do not contact any federal agency or department on anything. A call from a “Bush” will get returned, but there is a great likelihood that it will be leaked; maybe deliberately misrepresented.
If there is a legitimate inquiry, call my office. It is certainly appropriate to contact your own government, but let’s do it through my office so no one can accuse any of the family of trying to use influence.
I know I must sound very defensive, but—believe me—every effort will be made to find some phone call, some inquiry, some letter that can be made to appear improper.
Soon the election will be at hand, and then you will not have to put up with preachy letters from your brother, as in this case, maybe.
Devotedly,
GB
P.S. Please keep me advised of any press calls. It is important that our communications people know who is working what story.
May 15th
Sunday, Medford, Oregon—driving from Medford to the Rogue River. It’s a beautiful day, and we’re driving through beautiful timbered hills. The sun is out, and it makes me feel even more strongly that I don’t “fear the future.” There is so much to see and so much to do in this beautiful country of ours, and somehow on a day like this, it makes me cope better with the political pressures.
I talked to Mother at 7:00 am our time and she was so sweet and said, “Oh George, I always feel much better after talking to you, because I worry about all those nasty things they say about you. Today, it is the fact that you have four names,” she said, “and I will take the full blame for that.” She is so sweet and so loving and so protective as a mother. I keep explaining to her not to worry. Today I told her there are only five and a half months to go, and it’s going to get worse. There will be uglier things said—meaner, nastier things and even from friends—so let’s just do our best and don’t worry about it. . . .
May 18th
. . . I’ve become more convinced than ever that the Noriega deal is terrible.15 It will go down bad; it’s wrong for our country; it sends the wrong signals to the drug pushers; and it’s almost an Iran situation—doing that which we said we wouldn’t do.16 I make some comment in a speech that I wouldn’t deal with drug dealers—domestic or foreign—and people take it as a break with Reagan on Noriega which to some degree it is. I hate doing this, and I don’t feel comfortable with it! I like the President so much, and yet, he’s wrong on this one.
I gave a good drug speech at the L. A. police department, and we had good talks with the Chief of Police, Daryl Gates. We went to the crack house and see the ugly slum surroundings, and yet meet [people] with guts and courage and toughness to fight . . . It’s depressing and discouraging but it’s heroic. I go to the police department and see close to a billion dollars worth of crack and heroin picked up by the cops and lying on a shelf attended by a sergeant. Thank God for those who turn in the cash and fight the drugs. And yet, here we are in Washington about to make a deal with a drug dealer. I think it stinks.
On Thursday, I’m back in Washington, and I get the word that . . . Noriega decides for the deal. My heart sinks, and I can just see it as a major catastrophe. Howard [Baker] says I ought to go down and see the President so I did, and I strongly urged that he call our [negotiator] home. I gave him encouragement to call the damn thing off, but he doesn’t see any other way to get this job done. I keep telling him, “You just don’t know what this is going to do to law enforcement.”
Leon Kelner, the U.S. Attorney from Miami, was in my office at that very moment, waiting to tell me about the deal. I told the President that, and he said, “I wonder if Kelner realizes that we can’t enforce the indictment, and that there is no other way to get the job done.”
The President’s mind is firmly made up, but I go down and see Kelner and he makes a dramatic pitch that this will be seen as a total cop-out, and that these are the people who put poison into the kids. Noriega is a murderer and drug dealer, and how can you believe him when he says he’ll leave after we drop the indictment on August 10th. He says it will demoralize the department. I said, “What do the people in the office think?” He said, “Can I be honest with you? “They think the President is covering up for you, and that Noriega has something on you.” I said, “They have nothing,” and this makes it worse.17 . . .
I have made the case as strongly as I can based on policy and politics, and the President has been adamant. In fact, he got sore a time or two, and I cannot present it more forcefully than making the point that dropping the indictment would be terrible . . . I point out—not just at this meeting but to the others—that Noriega claims to have the goods on me, and that in itself puts me in a terrible position. But that much more importantly, we’re going to devastate our law enforcement community; we’re going to send the wrong signal to the U.S. Attorneys all around; we’re going to say that you can drop indictments even without plea bargaining.
. . . The President looked at me three times and said, “George, I’ll make this up to you; I’ll go out and make people understand,” etc. I don’t think he can on this one, and I will not go out and argue vociferously against it. Once the deal is made, I can’t start doing now that which I haven’t been willing to do . . .
This is the most difficult decision process I’ve seen since I’ve been here and much more so than Iran—not expo facto, but at the time. The meeting lasted for an hour and fifteen minutes upstairs at the White House, the President in his White House tennis suit. He was very sweet and nice, and it’s a tough decision for him; but he’s determined, and my protestations were to no avail.18
I answered some questions about my wife for a reporter working on a profile of Barbara:
5-23-88
Re: Your questions—
Nothing irritates me about BPB. When you have been married 43 years there isn’t any irritation. We seldom even argue, and when we do it’s over in a hurry.
Yes, best friend—I can talk to her about what bothers me. When the kids are down or the grandchildren have problems we can talk about these things share our views with one another. Family is the key to an awful lot. She is very close to my mother. Bar is seen as the strong woman of our family. My mother, older now (87 almost), is still the anchor to windward for all family members of whatever generation—she is their idol; but Barbara will be the next generation’s idol.
Secret successful marriage—give and take. Respect for the other guys opinions. Give each other some elbow room in terms of not insisting on doing what you want to do.
She has enhanced my life and career by caring, by loving, by supporting. She has her own array of interests—garden, literacy, grandkids, her love of our house in Maine, needle point, reading herself, reading to the children, now grandchildren. She likes to exercise. She does all these things but remains interested in what I am doing. She is on the Board of Morehouse [School of Medicine] in Atlanta—she does heartfelt work for leukemia and other causes. But she never loses interest in family or in how I am feeling about things. If I am down she cares a lot.
Nothing annoys me about her—nothing at all. There is no single thing I like most about her. It all comes together, her laugh, her beauty, her caring, her love, her being with me through thick or through thin. In the early days we moved a lot. In the Navy, base to base, then to New Haven for 21/2 years then out to West Texas, then to Whittier Cal., then Ventura, Bakersfield, Compton, then back to Midland, then 8-10 years later to Houston, then to Washington, but never a complaint, never a selfish word.
What has she meant to me—everything!!!!
George Bush
June 5, 1988
The Most Reverend John Allin19
23rd Presiding Bishop, ECUSA
Sewanee, Tennessee 37375
Dear Jack,
. . . Thank you for your helpful advice on the campaign. It is rough. There is a tendency to tear down—to destroy. The press loves to see blood on the floor and there is an ugliness about all of this that keeps some good people from being in the arena. Having said that, I would not trade. I know where I want to lead this country and I think I’d be a good President. There is an awful lot I don’t know, but I feel strongly about our ability to solve problems and to lead in this troubled world.
The problems are immense. The choice between Bush and Dukakis will be very clear. He is the consummate traditional McGovern-type liberal. People don’t see that yet. Indeed, on a national poll, two-thirds of the respondents that favored Dukakis think he is more conservative than I am. My job will be to get things in focus.
My job, also will be to do that which you suggest—establish my own clear identity. I will do that without insulting or tearing down the President.
Thanks for your most thoughtful and insightful letter. I am grateful. Barbara joins me in sending our love.
George Bush
June 26, 1988
Hawaii Islands Cockroach Racing Association
245 North Kukui Street
Suite 204
Honolulu, Hawaii 96817
Best wishes to the Hawaii Heart Association for a successful Cockroach Racing Classic. I understand that my previous entry, Yellow Roach of Texas, while retired at stud, has sired the awesome Oval Officeroach. He sounds like a sure winner.
Aloha.
Sincerely,
George Bush
July 11th
Home from Maine. Jenna and Barbara are our house guests, and the three of us have dinner. That was fun, and rather cute, the girls showing off claiming they should be in bed at 9:30 p.m. Well it was earlier, and then I got George on the phone, and he said 8:30 p.m. You should’ve seen their faces caught in the act, both of them. They are so cute, and Millie is glad to have company.
July 12, 1988
The Honorable Gerald R. Ford
Dear Mr. President,
Bar and I send our family love as you reach the 3/4 century mark—a day for great celebration. If I am successful in my quest, I only hope I can conduct myself in office with the same sense of decency, honor and integrity that you displayed.
To you and Betty, our warm personal regards.
Many happy returns,
George
Speechwriter Peggy Noonan was working on my acceptance speech at the Republican convention, to be held in August in New Orleans. I sent her some thoughts to work with:
7-15-88
TO: |
Peggy Noonan |
FROM: |
The Vice President |
I’m just me!
Know where I want to go—Have the experience to get there:
Jobs, peace, education
I know what drives me-comforts me: family, faith, friends.
• strengthen families
• invest in our kids
• everyone matters
the handicapped
the kid in that Harlem (????) hospital “thrown away” by drug addicted AIDS ridden parents—Good God we must help that child.
From child care to education in fighting drugs we need American helping American
Offended by those who deprive others of human rights, of freedom, racism, fascism, communism—whatever denies people liberty
My background is one thing I’m proud of—
I’ve worked
I’ve fought for my country
I’ve served
I’ve built
I want to lead—
When mistake is made admit & never apologize for U.S.—
Let others propose turning our decisions and our leadership over to a multilateral body—We have a special obligation to lead. We must not forget our responsibility.
As the strongest, freest nation in the world we owe it to the free nations of the world to lead, to stay strong, to care
We are just plain the kindest nation in the world so when a baby is starving in Ethiopia we reach out
Freest, most decent, I will never tear down this country
Strive for a truly bipartisan foreign policy—and never give up on liberty.
Need a reference to sanctity of human life
Yes, I do feel kids should say the Pledge of Allegiance
Words I like: family, loyalty, kids, freedom, grandkids, caring, love, heart, decency, faith, honor, service to country, pride, fair (fair play), tolerance, strength, hope, healing, kindness, excellence
I don’t fear the future
Opportunity, Experience, Jobs, Private lives, Faith in God
Don’t mention Dukakis—
Pledge of Allegiance—reference perhaps to ‘pride’ I felt when my grandson stood here leading the Pledge” (if “P” does it)
No unilateral cuts in the essential military strength of this country
Pride in staying firm until we accomplished what had never been done in nuclear age—ban an entire generation of weapons chemical-biological
The image of mother shielding her child from invisible death—horror—I want to lead world to find way to ban chemical, biological weapons
Education
Give a kid an education and just watch what that kid can do
Change—It is time for full equity Women—equal pay—whatever we do keep our families strong (child care)
What hurts? An abused child; a scared child; an unloved child
Others may speak better, look better, be smoother, more creative but I must be myself. I want you to know my heart beat—thus where I’d lead
I like people; I’m proud of USA; I like sports; I’m experienced; I love kids; I know good honest people when I see ‘em; Highest Ethical standards in terms of conflict of Interests; serve not profit
Now Peggy—I have done to myself, as I fly to Wyoming’s serenity, that which Gail Sheehy20 (that_____) tried to do—
Can’t wait to chat.
Let’s aim for the right or left field seats—just inside the foul line—top deck though.
Jim Baker, who had left his job at Treasury to head up my campaign, suggested that during the Democratic convention, he and I leave it all behind and go fishing in Wyoming. It was a brilliant idea.
July 19th
It’s now the 19th, Tuesday, outside of Cody, Wyoming. I came up here with Jim Baker. We flew in a Gulf Stream III with a minimum staff out of Andrews into Cody. We changed into a helicopter; flew up to the park; and then we completely escaped. . . .
Baker and I share a tent. We go to sleep every night by 9:00 p.m. or 9:15 p.m., and dawn comes early; but this morning, Tuesday, I managed to sleep until 7:15 after getting up once at the crack of dawn, and then back to bed.
I’m dictating this lying on my bedroll outside of my tent looking at the most beautiful ridge of pines in the mountains, a crystal clear blue sky, and there is not a cloud in the sky today. Fly casting that I learned years ago at the Adirondacks come back to me, and I haven’t done it since, but I love it—throwing the fly where you see a rock, or under a log, or behind a tree. It’s a real skill. You stand out alone and think, and it’s beautiful. I’m getting better with the fly casting. The little fly floats, and you see these little fish come up. There are tiny fish in the river, cut throats, brook, rainbow, and they are delicious. We had some for breakfast . . .
I took a bath under an ice cold waterfall. I didn’t get totally in, but I took the crystal water to clean myself off and to wash, and I felt like a million dollars. Today I plan to bathe in the river when the sun is at its height.
We woke up with ice in our pail this morning, a pail of cold clear water outside our tent to brush our teeth and wash our faces, and now, three hours later, I’m lying with no shirt on a bedroll out in front of the tent. Things seems far away. . . .
I have concluded from this trip that I can be very happy in what follows on. If I lose, I don’t know what I’ll do, but I know I’ll be happy. But the main thing is, I’d like to do something to help others, though I don’t know what it will prove to be. I still feel confident that I will win, but the polls are tough. Bentsen is seen as a stroke of genius21 even though he’s way, way apart on the issues, but we’ve got to get it in focus. We’ve got to make people understand how far left Dukakis is. . . .
But as I dictate this, Saturday night blends into Sunday, then into Monday, and now Tuesday, it doesn’t seem to matter—I feel rested, and my mind is clearer. We’ll go back to the rat races; the copies of memos; who has the action on this letter and that; the stacks of paper; the endless criticism; great pressures; and the ugliness; but this little jaunt has proved to me that you can get your soul refurbished.
What a funny lull of a period. After the Dukakis triumph at the convention, we’re getting all kinds of cosmetic advice: wear dark suits, stand up straighter, wear Cary Grant glasses—those are the ones with the dark frames—hold hands with Barbara more, be politer to her, didn’t you see the way the Dukakises were hugging there in public; and I’m thinking, come on, this stuff about them dancing with no music in the holding room, and the press finding out about it—that’s crazy; or that arm around his shoulder looking like they’re madly in love—it just doesn’t seem real. And yet, I’m being advised to do that, reach out, hold Bar’s hand, and she and I laugh about it and think how ridiculous it’s gotten in this country; but that’s the way things go, and that’s probably why I’m 18 points back. . . .
Kitty and Michael Dukakis were getting lots of great publicity, especially during the Democratic convention, for being romantic and affectionate. My nervous campaign staff immediately began fretting that Barbara and I needed to do the same. So I wrote Barbara a note:
8-8-88
Sweetsie:
Please look at how Mike and Kitty do it.
Try to be closer in, more—well er romantic—on camera.
I am practicing the loving look, and the creeping hand.
Yours for better TV and more demonstrable affection.
Your sweetie-pie coo-coo.
Love ‘ya
GB
August 21st
Sunday, and the convention has come and gone. I’ll just make a few general observations.
Having the family there was great. The kids and the grandchildren were front and center, and they did well. Doro speaking so beautifully for her Mother and also on the convention floor. The boys, all of them, on the television and speaking at the convention, all were terrific. Our family got much more focus. They took the heat well, and they showed great presence and great warmth.
. . . I worried some about the speech and worked on it over and over again—first with Peggy [Noonan] and then with Roger[Ailes]22 alone. We changed it, and in the final analysis, we shortened it a little though it ran over 50 minutes in all. It was less than Dukakis’, but more than we originally planned. There was nothing to say on the speech except that it worked far better than I thought. I remember sitting there when the family had all gone to the convention hall . . . I felt calm; I knew what I had to do. I can’t say that I was absolutely positive that it would be a “home run,” but I was determined to do my best. I knew, having rehearsed the speech, I felt very, very comfortable with the humor, with the punch-lines and with the challenge. The press was building it up and up and up—had to do this, had to do that—and it was the biggest moment in my life, which it was; and almost setting expectations so high, that they couldn’t be matched and, yet, they were.
Immediately after the speech, I knew it was good. . . . all the people on the platform vigorously giving me an up-signal. At conventions, you can’t tell because of the mandatory “spontaneous” demonstration; but there was something different, and there was something pretty special about it all, and I felt that it had worked.
The kids came out on the stage. I loved standing next to the Oak Ridge Boys and hearing them sing the closing number. Shirley Jones with her great big voice gave a marvelous close, and all in all, it worked very, very well, indeed.
Of course, we’re plagued by the Quayle-National Guard Service, and they’ve been pounding the poor guy.23
. . . I think the press understands that there has been a feeding frenzy over Quayle, but they haven’t proved anything wrong. A few demonstrators are cropping up yelling about Quayle being a draft dodger, but there is going to be an awful lot of people out there that understand that the Guard is honorable; that he played by the rules; and that’s the point.
. . . There is a definite sea change since the speech—you can feel it in the crowds, and it’s something fantastic. We’re here in Cleveland on the 21st; but first to Indiana, then Dayton, Columbus, Cleveland, Ohio, then on into Springfield, Illinois at the State Fair, and then into Chicago. All along the way, it’s amazing—it’s a different change, and things have changed dramatically. . . .
Forty-four years ago this very day, I was shot down in combat, and I think how my life has changed. That was one of the most formative experiences, obviously, and here I am now 44 years later, one of two people to be the next President of the United States of America. And yet, I think today about life and death: The life of Delaney and Ted White, and the life of Davis Patrick Murphy, a young police officer. Delaney and White died in service to their country; 44 years later to the day, Murphy is lying in a funeral home, having given his life for his country yesterday or the day before.24 . . .
Life goes on with all its mystery and wonder. I think of when I was a little tiny boy how I feared death, and now I don’t fear it at all. I want to live to do good things and partly to meet the challenges that lie ahead, but I don’t fear death. Oh, how I love life—how I love my life with my family and my kids and my grandchildren. I love them!
9-4-88
Mrs. Ann Redington France
Kennebunk Beach, Maine 04043
Dear Ann:
Here’s a shot at my views on being a Grandfather. Pardon typing. I’m rushing to the West coast early in the morning.
The most important things grandchildren contribute to us? They make me feel young. They hug me, and they pull at my hand getting me to do all those fun things—you know—putting up the tent, reading to them, going on the boat and suddenly I feel young, very young, again.
Some of the grandkids are aware of my position—some are not. All of them are relaxed unspoiled and couldn’t care about all the publicity etc. They are so natural.
They call us Ganny and Gampy (same as I called my grandparents)
I have all the fun of the grandkids without having to discipline them.
Once in awhile I get a little tired—when the minnows keep churning and when I’ve seen [“Karate Kid”] for the third time in one day, or when a tear just won’t dry up—yes sometimes a little tired but not often.
I hope my public position will never encroach on the quiet time with them and that it will never distort their values. Family love is our anchor and it must never be weakened or strained by public attention.
And, yes, we treat them as we did our own but without the responsibility of making them mind.
In sum these 10 grandkids brighten my life and give me great joy. I love them all very much.
Best Wishes,
George Bush
I received a distressful letter from Tom DeFrank of Newsweek, a reporter whom I respected. Newsweek was seeking special access during the campaign to facilitate the writing of a book when the election was over: I felt strongly Newsweek should be treated fairly, but given the “wimp” cover, I couldn’t see why they should be given special treatment.
September 6, 1988
Mr. Thomas M. DeFrank
Newsweek
Washington, D. C. 20006
Dear Tom:
I was distressed to get your letter of September 4th, handed to me yesterday here in California.
I am afraid I have not made my position clear. Indeed, you do have many friends working in my campaign. Certainly you are not “forbidden from doing business” with them. The last thing that I want or would condone would be taking a person for whom we all have real respect and making that person a “journalistic leper.”
On the book project itself—I thought, when you and I talked long ago, that you understood my position. I even felt, perhaps wrongly, that you personally were somewhat sympathetic. I have made very clear to all concerned that NEWSWEEK is to be treated with total fairness. NEWSWEEK reporters are to be granted the same access and shown the same courtesy as others. I have no reason to believe this is not the case.
When it comes to going beyond these guidelines into giving NEWSWEEK special consideration, giving them access to internal memoranda, indeed, giving them special treatment, I just can’t do that. In my view, I would be proving NEWSWEEK’S point—that controversial editorial conclusion they reached and chose to express the very day I announced for the Presidency.25
Some day I would be glad to discuss this further. As a matter of fact, Kay Graham26 mentioned this to me and I gave her a “burst transmission” telling her I would be glad to discuss it in further detail.
You and I both know and appreciate the fact that some journalists are more respected than others. Some build confidence where others build disdain. All should, in my view, be treated fairly.
In your case, Tom, every single one of us involved in this campaign has great respect for you and great confidence in your fairness. You have earned this and, quite properly, friendships have developed.
The line in your letter that really hit home was the one where you expressed your view that you personally were being “singled out for retribution.” This cannot be—must not be.
When I got your letter yesterday, I called Jim Baker and reviewed this matter with him.
My suggestions is that you call him, sit down with him, and work out whatever it takes to be sure you personally are treated with total fairness and given unfettered journalistic access.
I know they didn’t teach “retribution” at A&M27 for I know and respect the real values taught there.
My position is not based on “retribution.” Getting even is not a part of my make-up. I also know there is a personal risk to me in all this. But I do not want your editors to totally misjudge my character once again.
I know, Tom, just as sure as you know, that your editors made a cool, calculated decision. They took a reporter’s story and drastically changed it by inserting time and again a most prejudicial word—one that dramatically changed the reporter’s view of my character. No one can argue about their right to do so. When a reporter’s story is radically changed in a way that is demeaning and in a way that attacks character, surely you do not want me to reward such a decision by giving that publication favored treatment. Surely you don’t want me to prove them right all along by rolling over and singling them out granting them access and special inside, off-the-record handling not granted to others.
Fair access, unfailing courtesy, benefit of the doubt—yes; but proving their “Big W” point—never.
But back to my respected friend—Tom DeFrank. I’ll be damned if I’ll diminish a friendship over this sorry matter; and I’ll be damned if you’ll be diminished professionally.
Work something out with Jim, but don’t prove those nameless editors right all along.
I’ll give him a copy of this letter which I trust you will consider personal—
Con Afecto
George B.
In addition to the nonstop travel, we also began to prepare for two debates against Dukakis. I am not a big fan of debates—they are more show business than anything else. Nevertheless, they have become a part of our political process.
9-18-88
Sunday Evening 9 PM
TO: |
JAB III28 EYES ONLY |
RE: |
PHONE CALLS WITH NIXON AND FORD |
FROM: |
THE VICE PRESIDENT |
I called both former Pres’s tonight to check in and get ‘advice.’
Both very friendly. Both send best to you.
Both say—Don’t get over prepared for debates—take time off.
RN: It isn’t the substance it’s the appearance. Stay cool etc look rested take at least two days off without briefings and staff pounding away at you.
Ford: Take deep breath before answering question—Think carefully before each answer. Take time/Do not try to overprepare on statistics etc.
Just FYI.
GB
Ray Siller was one of Johnny Carson’s talented joke writers. He occasionally would send me lines to use. I sent him this SOS:
Sept. 19, 1988
Wisconsin
Dear Ray,
On the road constantly.
I need an opening joke or two about: “speaking before the meal—then leaving”.
I am doing a lot of that now. People then go on to eat their meals and the Senator/Congressman/Governor speaks after the meal.
It can tie in to being “mercifully brief—know you’re hungry” or “first course before even the olives”.
But it is a little awkward this speaking & leaving while everyone else stays for dinner.
Any thoughts?
Things look pretty good. I’ll stay on the trail then catch my breath after Nov. 6th.
Thanks
George
[It wasn’t until I became President that Ray helped me solve this problem. He then sent me this line: “The food taster is facedown in the salad.” It always got a good laugh.]
September 23rd
All the news coverage on the major networks is about the debates, and here I sit one of two people to be involved in this before an entire nation. The pressure is mounting, but I feel fairly relaxed. I’m dictating this Friday night, and I’m tired because we got in at 1:30 a.m. from Texas and I was up for an early breakfast; but I don’t feel terrified about the issues. . . . Bar has been off in Connecticut, and the little girls are staying here. It’s fun, but I’m very tired.
[The first debate, held in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, came and went without incident and I felt I did pretty well.]
Sept. 26, 1988
enroute to Tenn. From N.C.
President Jimmy Carter
Plains, Georgia 31780
Dear Mr. President,
Barbara and I send to you and all your close family our sincere condolences. I am very close to my three brothers. Billy’s death must hurt a lot—I sense that. I feel it.
Our respects and family love to you.
I expect your grief is tempered by your certain knowledge that with the battle over, Billy is indeed in God’s loving arms—
Respectfully,
George
Oct. 8th
I’m not looking forward to the debate29 too much, at least today, but that’s because I’m tired and I have a cold. Some time off tomorrow, though I do have to go and be in a parade in Chicago.
The polling is looking pretty good—about even, ours says—but one or two of them have us slightly ahead. The electoral states are looking pretty good, and I should be more optimistic; but I’m not—nervous, fingers crossed.
Dinner at our house with just the [Dick] Moores and the Simpsons. Al Simpson30 and Anne are two down-to-earth, decent, wonderful people and, of course, Dick and Esther are dear friends. It’s funny with friends, close friends—you shift gears, you relax, and you forget the tensions. I played the tape of Marvin’s speech to the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation in Cleveland, and tears came to my eyes; in fact, they streamed down my cheeks. . . . I heard our son talk about love, strength and courage. It wasn’t in an ostentatious way, but in a caring, loving way, and here I am 31 days short of knowing whether I will be the next President of the United States, but that was gone.
What mattered was, in this case, Marvin Bush and what he had been through; his confessional and his trying to help others after experiencing a trauma in his life; and confessing to a group of 2,000 people what mattered; what really was important; and I’m sitting there after a wonderful dinner listening to my son, and all these issues are swirling around, but in my mind I’m saying, “This is what matters—this boy’s strength, his love of his wife, of his little daughter, and of his mother and dad—that’s what really matters in life.” So if it works in a month from this very day, fine; but if it doesn’t, I can say flip the page and move on into the future, and know you’re a very lucky guy. . . .
October 13th
The debate is over, and I do feel much more relaxed. The panelists came across with strong questions but no hostility, and that made a difference. I felt better prepared for the subjects . . . once I got out there, I relaxed, smiled and looked at the audience, and I felt much more comfortable than before.
The speechwriters hand me a couple of red meat speeches—one for an environmental thing with several more subtle digs at Dukakis, and then a rally speech that was too negative, negative, negative; but I sent it back and said, “Please don’t hand me this crap.” It was totally out of sync with what we want to be doing.
Oct. 18, 1988
flying Missouri to Detroit
Mr. Craig Stapleton
Greenwich, Connecticut 06830
Dear Debbie, Craig, Walker, and Wendy31—
. . . I am glad that debate is over. I am glad the polls look better; but I wish the election were now—today this minute.
I am getting a little tired and I’d like it to be a summer day in Maine with a hot “shoes” match on at the Stapleton Memorial pit—
With tennis action—
With the pool full of bodies—old saggy bodies then sylphs like Wendy, too.
Even with that wretched little short haired dog that barks and turns circles near the diving board.32
You see when the day ends out here on this seemingly endless trail—it’s family and friends that matter—
Love
GB
October 25th
. . . I went down to the gym and worked out. I saw this guy kind of watching me. I said to someone after I finished my workout, “Do we know who that guy is?” They said, no, and I said, “He might be with the press so I think I’ll go into the steam room.” He then came into the steam room . . . so then I finished and went in to take my shower, and he confronted me. There we were naked as jay birds, and he said, “I don’t want to impose on your privacy, but I’m a member of the press, and I would like to ask a question.” I said, “Please don’t” but he went on and asked the question, “When is the next press conference?” I said, “Look, we’ve had 207 press conferences; we’ve averaged one every ten days since the convention; and I think that may be about it.” He went away, but I was furious. The guy should’ve at least worn his credentials around his neck even though he was bare-assed. I don’t know, it just didn’t seem fair—no privacy in that sense at all.
Nov. 4, 1988
Ms. Loretta Lynn
Nashville, Tennessee 37203
Dear Loretta,
In about 72 hours I end my campaigning.
Before the polls open I just want to say thanks from me, from Barbara and from all the kids & grandkids.
You were magnificent out on the road.
Fingers crossed.
Love & thanks
George
Mr. Arnold Schwarzenegger
Venice, California 90291
Dear Arnold,
What a great boost you gave my campaign. With only 72 Hours of campaigning left, I just want to say “Thanks, thanks, thanks”. Doro joins me in this—Barbara and the rest of our family too.
You really helped me and I am grateful.
Hope I’ll see you before the election; but in any event many thanks.
George Bush
November 7th
The day before the election, I wake up and do the four network interviews. Then the rally in Michigan; rally in Ohio; rally in Missouri; and now we’re off to the rally in Houston, Texas. . . .
I sat with Jim and talked to him about the future: about announcing him [as Secretary of State]; announcing John Sununu as Chief of Staff; but that will come a little later. . . .
I called Claude Payne at St. Martin’s and told him we would like to have a church service on Wednesday morning at 8:00 a.m. I do want to ask for the Lord’s help, encourage our staff and friends to go, thank God for our blessings; and quietly with some attention to our family faith, give thanks to God and ask for his support.
The election feels good to me and, yet, there is a nervousness. Dukakis is frantically going around the country, flying all night two nights in a row, and the poor guy will be dead. . . .
There is an apprehension and a nervous waiting, anxiety and recognition, but Wednesday it will be all or nothing, and the desire to do what’s right, do my best, and the recognition that it’s going to be extraordinarily difficult.
It’s fitting that we come back to Texas where I voted first 40 years ago almost to the day in West Texas. Then it was Dewey and Truman, and I remember the upset result, and I’m just hoping against hope that that same thing doesn’t happen again. I don’t know what we could do differently. The polls are strong, although there has been shrinkage in one or two of them; but the polls today are strong, and there hasn’t ever been a modern race where all of them have been that wrong. So we should win it, and then the real problems will begin. I can’t believe it’s almost over—I simply find it incredible and almost impossible to believe.
And just like that, it was over. We won a decisive victory, and as promised, I began my first day as President-elect by going to church.
Nov. 9, 1988
The Right Reverend Maurice M. Benitez
Episcopal Diocese of Texas
Houston, Texas 77002
Dear Ben,
Your being there today made our special service—extra special. Thanks for that. The awesome nature of what lies ahead is just beginning to sink in . . .
Sincerely,
George
Then, it was immediately to work. I was determined to have a good working relationship with Congress, which really was essential if I was to accomplish what I wanted to do.
TO: |
CRAIG FULLER |
FROM: |
THE VICE PRESIDENT |
I would like to meet with Bob Michel33 next week or the following week. Meeting location makes no difference. I think Michel leaves for a short vacation the day I get back—but work this out for a convenient time.
Also, I would like to meet with Jim Wright34 next week. Wright offered to come down to the White House. I said “no” that I would go to see him.
We talked about lunch but if that doesn’t fit, let’s just work out a meeting at the Speaker’s office at a convenient time.
November 21, 1988
The Honorable Zbigniew Brzezinski35
The Federalist Society for Law and Public Policy Studies
Washington, D. C. 20006
Dear Zbig:
I have now had a chance to think more about your memo of November 9.
I had not given a lot of thought to institutionalizing our Trans-Pacific Partnership. We have been looking at this area almost exclusively in a bilateral context. The importance of China is very clear to me. I’d love to return to China before Deng leaves office entirely. I feel I have a special relationship there.
I like your idea of a Pacific Rim summit and will ask Jim Baker to give this some serious consideration. Frankly, I think such a summit would help with Europe in a perverse sort of way.
Eastern Europe has a real chance now for more liberty if we handle their Soviet relationship properly.
On consultation with Congress, I meant what I said in the campaign about “bipartisanship,” and I have already written several Senators suggesting the very meetings that you suggest.
We are considering an early bilateral [meeting] with Japan; and as you have now seen, a meeting with Mexico’s new President 36 is set for tomorrow.
I will not neglect Canada.
Since your memo, Gorbachev has asked for and we have agreed to a meeting in New York.
I just want you to know I read your memo carefully and appreciate it.
Sincerely.
George Bush
Dec. 1, 1988
The Honorable Geraldine A. Ferraro
Forest Hills, New York 11375
Dear Gerry,
I mean—talk about a thousand points of light—your letter was the 1001st point. It brightened my day!37 It made me want to go out and kick _____ no, no, never again—
Love to all your family—We ached for you awhile back but I hope all’s well now—your family love came through strong and proud.38
Barbara sends her best, too—
George
Dec. 12, 1988
The Honorable Guy Molinari
House of Representatives
Washington, D. C. 20515
Dear Guy,
After thinking seriously about the situation for days I have concluded that I should not go to Congress for my Cabinet Offices. You are superbly qualified and I’d love to have had you at my side; but I just can’t bring myself to deplete our ranks. You made the point, quite properly about working the Hill from the Cabinet as former Members; but I just feel I need our good people up there on the Hill—full time. In a way I hate to go this route; but overall I think it’s best—stay with me, pal.
George
[This was a tough decision for me as I had some great friends in Congress who would have been terrific cabinet members. However, with the Democrats controlling both houses of Congress, I really needed them to stay on the Hill. However, it wouldn’t be long before I would have to change my mind on this.]
Frito-Lay Inc.
Nazareth, Pennsylvania 18064
To all at Frito-Lay-Nazareth:
My sincere thanks for those pork rinds and for the 17-signature card.
Merry Christmas to all of you.
George Bush
Dec. 25, 1988
Mrs. Henry L. Hillman
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 15213
Dear Elsie,39
The Westminster Choir is on in the background, their lovely music of Christmas putting into focus for me what a lucky guy I am. A lot of it is family, a lot of it is friends. Thanks dear friend for your steadfast loyalty, your valued advice, your leadership—most of all for your friendship. Next year won’t be easy; but even when it’s real tough I’ll know there’s a hand full of close friends who really care.
Love to all your gang—
George
Dec. 29, 1988
F & M40—
The combination of wine cum bullhorn really hit the target for classic Xmas gift of ’88—you should see Bar come running when, wine in hand, I give her a command call through the bullhorn. It works—it’s miraculous—
Love and thanks
George
December 30, 1988
Mr. George G. Harris, Sr.
Houston, Texas 77001
Dear George,
Barbara and I appreciate very much your generous offer to help with our move next month. Fortunately, one of the advantages of being President is that the move is taken care of by the Government. You are thoughtful to offer, though, and we are grateful.
Warmest best wishes to you and yours for a great year ahead.
Sincerely,
George Bush
January 7, 1989
Mr. Willie Morris41
Oxford, Mississippi 38655
Dear Willie,
. . . Tough days ahead, but I am now getting excited about moving down the hall and getting to work. If it weren’t for the damned deficit I’d be kicking up my heels and feeling like a Spring colt. I do feel that the potential out there for a more peaceful world is pretty good. I’ll work hard, after proper review, to move our relations with the Soviets along on a prudent course. I am very impressed with Mr. Gorbachev. I will not neglect our own hemisphere, but an easy answer for Nicaragua and Panama is not on the radar screen.
At home I’ll push for a “kinder gentler” nation, but for those who measure a commitment to that solely in terms of federal money there may be disappointment (deficit deficit deficit).
See, what I want to do is confound my old friend Ronnie Dugger42 by doing a good job, by caring, by reaching out. Having said that, Ronnie may have to wait for the full impact because there ain’t no dough around for the Feds to do all some would like—as a matter of fact to do all I would like to get done.
Why unload all this on you, when I simply write to say “Thanks and Good luck”.
Sincerely,
George Bush
January 16th [1989]
People say, “What does it feel like? Are you ready, can you handle it? What do you do?” The answer, “Family, faith, friends, do your best, try your hardest, rely on your innate good sense, kindness, and understanding of the American people.” That is where a President gets his strength, I’m sure of it. No one can have instant success, no one can make this nation kinder and gentler overnight, but we can try.
January 17, 1988
The last day in [the vice president’s] house—the longest we’ve been in any dwelling since we’ve been married . . .
Now the reality settles in that I’ll be President of the United States. Today at noon—72 hours away.
January 18th, 1989
An Open Letter to the Clergy:
Barbara and I believe it is most fitting that the events of my Inauguration as President conclude in an ecumenical service of prayer and thanksgiving. In the Nation’s Capital, this Service will be part of the regular morning worship on Sunday, January 22, at the Washington Cathedral. We are grateful to the Right Reverend John T. Walker, Episcopal Bishop of Washington, who has invited us to share in this time of praise and renewal.
Dan Quayle and I very much hope that this Service will be part of similar observances of prayer and thanksgiving throughout our Country. We ask you to join us through your service of worship on Inaugural weekend by using elements of the National Service. We will be united in praise to God for the blessings which have endowed our Nation and in asking for leadership as we face the challenges of the future.
Worship is basic to my own life. Our family has endeavored to uphold our faith by participation in the life of our Church. I am particularly pleased that the American Bicentennial Presidential Inaugural will end on a note of asking God’s guidance on the new beginning which opens before us.
As the bells ring across our land on January 22, may their joyous sound express our gladness for the blessings the Lord has given and equally express our renewed commitment to seeking goodwill and peace among all peoples.
Sincerely,