CAPE COD
The fifteen-minute television news broadcasts were Radio Age relics. By 1963, network executives had decided that a medium that broadcast both images and words needed more time and therefore expanded the evening news to thirty minutes. To inaugurate the longer format, CBS sent its anchorman Walter Cronkite to Cape Cod to interview the president on Labor Day. He was checking into a motel the night before when another journalist alerted him to an AP story predicting that Kennedy was planning to make “a major statement on Vietnam” during their interview. Cronkite was furious that the president was intending, as he put it, “to plant a statement to suit his purposes”—an odd complaint considering that CBS was using him to launch its new program. He lit into Pierre Salinger in the motel bar, threatening not to pose a single question about Vietnam. Salinger spent the rest of the evening and their ride to Squaw Island the next morning trying to change his mind, arguing that if he failed to raise the subject, the president would make his statement to another journalist and Cronkite would look stupid for missing the scoop.
Cronkite was still smarting from two acrimonious encounters with Kennedy during the campaign. On the eve of the Wisconsin primary he had angered Kennedy by raising the issue of his religion. Kennedy complained to CBS’s president, Frank Stanton, pointedly reminding him that as president, he would be naming members of the Federal Communications Commission. After the conventions, Cronkite had conducted a half-hour interview with each candidate. He did Nixon first, then Kennedy at his home in Georgetown. He asked both the same concluding question: “What single quality do you think will be the most important that you take into the White House?” Nixon gave a smooth reply. Kennedy responded with an incoherent statement (much like the one his brother Ted would give to the CBS correspondent Roger Mudd in 1980), saying, “Well, I think it’s . . . well, I think you would find probably . . . well, I think you’d probably find my sense of history. It’s my sense of history. I have a sense of history.” Realizing he had blown it, he asked to do a second interview. Cronkite refused on the grounds that Nixon had not been offered a similar deal. When he persisted, Cronkite threatened to announce on air that he had redone his interview. He claimed not to care, and Cronkite capitulated. As Cronkite was walking to the door he told Kennedy, “I think this is the lousiest bit of sportsmanship I’ve ever seen in my life.” Shamed by this accusation, Kennedy shouted, “Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Go ahead and use it.”
Cronkite held the Labor Day interview on the lawn outside Brambletyde. Once he had settled into a wicker chair facing the president, he changed his mind, reasoning that since the interview would be edited for time he might as well let Kennedy make his statement. He began by asking about the economy. Kennedy acknowledged that the current unemployment rate of 5.5 percent was too high, but said it would drop if Congress passed his tax cut. Asked if he would probably lose most of the South, he replied, “I am not sure that I am the most popular political figure in the country today in the South.”
When Cronkite finally mentioned Vietnam, he delivered a response calculated to increase the pressure on Diem and prepare Americans for the possibility that the war might be unwinnable. “I don’t think that unless a greater effort is made by the government to win popular support that the war can be won out there,” he said. “In the final analysis, it is their war. They are the ones who have to win or lose it. We can help them, we can give them equipment, we can send our men out there as advisors, but they have to win it. . . . We are prepared to continue to assist them, but I don’t think the war can be won unless the people support the effort and, in my opinion, in the last two months, the government has gotten out of touch with the people.”
He called Diem’s repression of the Buddhists “very unwise,” and when Cronkite asked if he thought Diem’s government could regain the support of the people, he said, “With changes in policy and perhaps in personnel [i.e., Nhu], I think it can. If it doesn’t make those changes, I would think that the chances of winning it [the war] would not be very good.”
“Hasn’t every indication from Saigon been that Diem has no intention of changing his pattern?” Cronkite asked.
“Our best judgment is that he can’t be successful on this basis. We hope that he comes to see that, but in the final analysis it is the people and the government itself who have to win and lose this struggle. All we can do is help, and we are making it very clear, but I don’t agree with those who say we should withdraw. That would be a great mistake.”
It is inconceivable that Kennedy’s major statement on Vietnam was that the United States would not withdraw. Instead, the news dominating front pages the next day would be his warning that Diem would lose the war if he continued repressing the Buddhist majority and keeping his brother in the government. His pledge not to withdraw was hard to square with the rest of the interview. James Reston pointed out the contradiction in the New York Times, writing, “He both threatened and reassured Diem. He said: Change or we’ll string along with you anyway.” The two statements made no logical sense because his remark about not withdrawing was a smokescreen meant to conceal his real agenda and to avoid being “damned everywhere as a Communist appeaser.” It contradicted what he had told Mansfield, Hilsman, Harriman, O’Donnell, and others, and what he would soon announce: the withdrawal of a thousand U.S. advisers. Like his statement that he did not suffer from Addison’s disease, it was simply not true.
He closed the interview by vehemently denying Cronkite’s assertion that he had sent Lodge to Saigon to keep the conflict from becoming a partisan issue in 1964. Speaking of Lodge, he said, “If he were as careful as some politicians are, of course, he would not have wanted to go there. He would have maybe liked to have some safe job, but he is energetic and has strong feelings about the United States and, surprising as it seems, he put this ahead of his political career. Sometimes politicians do those things, Walter.”
Cronkite’s assessment of the interview was that the president had “effectively pulled the rug out from under Diem and changed the course of events in Vietnam.”
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DURING THE AFTERNOON, KENNEDY cruised to Nantucket and back with his family and played nine holes of golf. (His hip flexor muscles had apparently undergone a miraculous recovery since Dr. Kraus’s flying visit.) His last appointment was a conference with Vice President Lyndon Johnson, who was planning to fly back to Andrews after their meeting and embark on a five-nation goodwill tour of Scandinavia. For days Johnson had been lobbying for a briefing with the president to boost the status of his trip. After O’Donnell rebuffed him, General Clifton had done an end run and arranged this last-minute meeting.
Like most White House aides, O’Donnell disliked Johnson and had either forgotten or chosen to ignore Kennedy’s warning, delivered at the beginning of his term, that Johnson was “a very insecure, sensitive man with a huge ego,” and Kennedy’s request to “literally kiss his ass from one end of Washington to the other.”
Kennedy had struggled to follow his own advice. He had made Johnson chairman of the National Aeronautics and Space Commission, and chairman of his Presidential Commission of Equal Opportunity, but the other members griped that he showed little leadership and contributed almost nothing, leading Kennedy to complain, “That man can’t run this committee. Can you think of anything more deplorable than him trying to run the United States? That’s why he can’t ever be President of the United States.” He had told State Department Chief of Protocol Angier Biddle Duke to “look out” for Johnson and include him in official functions, explaining, “We’re all going to forget. We’ve got too much to do around here.” He had invited Johnson to opening day of the baseball season, but he talked so much that he ruined the game, and the next time, Kennedy sat Dave Powers between them. He sent him a birthday telegram but complained that Johnson’s sensitivity made composing it “worse than drafting a state document.” He accepted Johnson’s invitation to visit his ranch, but Johnson presented him with a ten-gallon cowboy hat and sulked when Kennedy refused to wear it. He disliked hunting, but Johnson insisted that he shoot a deer (leading him to complain to a friend, “That will never be a sport until they give the deer a gun”), and then had the head mounted and sent to the White House. When it arrived, he told Jackie, “The three most overrated things in the world are the State of Texas, the FBI, and mounted deer’s heads.” He joked about repaying Johnson by taking him sailing during a hurricane.
Kennedy could not make himself like the man. “LBJ’s simple presence seems to bug him,” Bradlee observed. “It’s not very noble to watch, and yet there it is.” They had nothing in common. He was a cool and restrained campaigner; Johnson was a cornball like Kennedy’s grandfather Honey Fitz. (He had told Bradlee and Cannon during their 1960 interview, “I think I’m the antithesis of my grandfather. . . . I’d rather read a book on a plane than talk to the person next to me, and my grandfather [would have] wanted to talk to him and probably everyone else on the plane.” Johnson would also have talked to every passenger.) He golfed, sailed, and swam; Johnson lived, breathed, and talked politics, and never relaxed. He could not stand people feeling sorry for themselves; since becoming vice president, Johnson had done little else, bitching to Fay during a reception honoring the astronaut John Glenn, “Nobody cares whether I come or I don’t come. I don’t even know why I’m here.” He could not bear being around unhappy people; Johnson was a world-class sulker. “I cannot stand Johnson’s damn long face,” he told Smathers. “He comes in, sits at the Cabinet meetings with his face all screwed up, never says anything. He looks so sad.” Johnson was a bullshitter; Kennedy was so impatient with bombast and verbosity that he would abruptly leave a meeting to avoid it. He was secretive; Johnson reveled in exposing himself. He was thoughtful to his staff; Johnson was “an insufferable bastard,” according to his aide George Reedy, who had accompanied him to the Labor Day meeting on Squaw Island. Their only shared ground was that they both were energetic philanderers with inferiority complexes. Kennedy felt inferior to the WASPs, while Johnson felt inferior to the Kennedys, complaining to reporters that instead of Harvard, he had attended a “little crappy Texas college.” All in all, it was an unpromising terrain for a friendship.
By the summer of 1963, Johnson was miserable. He spoke of withdrawing from the ticket in 1964 and going back to Texas to run for his old Senate seat or to become the president of his alma mater, Southwest Texas State Teachers College. He claimed that the Kennedy inner circle had convened a secret meeting and decided to ditch him, and that Jackie had cast the only dissenting vote. He sat at White House meetings gray-faced, sullen, and silent, an “almost spectral” presence, according to Schlesinger. His aide Harry C. McPherson, Jr., was appalled when he saw him in a swimsuit. His stomach was enormous, his face blotchy and flushed, and he had obviously been eating and drinking too much. He spent hours in bed, staring at the ceiling and growling at anyone who disturbed him. George Reedy spoke of his “obvious depression,” and given Kennedy’s keen interest in White House gossip and the eagerness of his staff to relate anything reflecting poorly on “Uncle Cornpone,” it is unlikely that Johnson’s downward spiral had escaped his notice.
The only vice presidential duties Johnson relished were goodwill trips like the one he was preparing to take to Scandinavia. He had resisted them at first, suspecting a Bobby Kennedy plot to get him out of town, but discovered that he liked escaping the White House, playing the statesman, and being cheered by friendly foreign crowds. Kennedy probably viewed the Hyannis Port meeting as an opportunity to massage his ego and send him to Scandinavia in a good mood, but Johnson had a different agenda. After reviewing his schedule with Kennedy he said, “I think it would be a good idea to expand my itinerary to include a visit to Poland.” Kennedy remained silent, forcing him to add, “It would be a dramatic sign of our desire to be friendly with the countries behind the Iron Curtain, particularly those that have shown a desire for freedom.”
Taken by surprise, Kennedy remained silent as Johnson argued his case. The prospect of the loosest cannon in his administration making a last-minute excursion to a Soviet satellite at one of the most delicate and promising moments of the cold war had to be an appalling one. Intemperate remarks and impulsive gestures had marked his earlier trips, and his talk of making a “dramatic sign” in Poland suggested off-the-cuff speeches that might damage the fragile détente. He had to forbid him to go, but do it without hurting his feelings. After Johnson finished he played for time, asking if the State Department had approved adding Poland to his itinerary. Johnson admitted it had not. “I didn’t want to start any planning until I knew your reaction,” he said.
Kennedy finally weighed in, telling him, “I don’t think such a trip is a good idea at this time. Maybe some time later.” After a strained moment, he said, “What do you plan to talk about on your trip? If you have a prepared speech, I’d like to see it.”
He took a pencil to Johnson’s speech, crossing out sentences and whole paragraphs, explaining that he was removing a few sections that were “better unsaid.”
Although Kennedy had gutted his speech and vetoed Poland, Johnson was pathetically grateful that he had agreed to meet with him at all. After boarding his helicopter he stepped out again and said to Clifton, “I want you to tell that young man that he did a very great and generous thing today.”
“What was the pitch about wanting to go to Poland?” Fay asked after Johnson left.
“The poor guy’s got the worst job in the government, and just wants to make a significant contribution. Unfortunately the timing isn’t right,” Kennedy said, adding condescendingly, “Otherwise I’d love to see him go and have a little fun.”
The Scandinavian trip would be the most calamitous of Johnson’s vice presidency. He was boorish and cranky, plagued by kidney stones, and unable to connect with the middle-class audiences. In Finland, he walked across the graves of the honored dead in a cemetery commemorating a famous massacre. In Norway, he interrupted the food service at a state dinner by having a long conversation with an aide, standing in the aisle and blocking the waitresses. He infuriated the Danes by ordering all the furniture designed by a famous craftsman removed from his hotel room. There is no telling what this miserable and impulsive man might have done in Poland.