"Nor did the couple's entrance into Republican politics in 1970 make her feel particularly welcome. Heinz's opponent in his first bid for Congress, curiously attempting to taint Heinz as an outsider in a city where his family had lived for generations, referred to Teresa as Heinz's ''African bride.''
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by Joe Klein
Posted 2004-01-05
Senator John Kerry, of Massachusetts, surprised observers by winning the Democratic caucuses in Iowa, and has surged in the polls in the lead-up to the New Hampshire primary next week. In this article from 2002, Joe Klein profiles Kerry.
On a rainy October morning, the day after Senator John Forbes Kerry, of Massachusetts, announced that he would reluctantly vote to give President George W. Bush the authority to use lethal force against Iraq, the Senator sat in his Capitol Hill office reminiscing about another war and another speech. The war was Vietnam. The speech was one he had delivered upon graduating from Yale, in 1966. Kerry was twenty-two at the time; he had already enlisted in the Navy. As one of Yales champion debaters and president of the Political Union, he had been selected to deliver the Class Oration, traditionally an Ivy-draped nostalgia piece. But the speech he gave, hastily rewritten at the last moment, was anything but traditional: it was a broad, passionate criticism of American foreign policy, including the war that he would soon be fighting.
Id been trying to get a copy of this speech for several weeks, but Kerrys staff had been unable to find one. There seemed a parallelat least, a convenient journalistic analogyto his statement the day before about Iraq: two questionable wars, both of which Kerry had decided to support, conditionally, even as he raised serious doubts about their propriety.
Kerry bristled at the analogy. He assumed that a familiar accusation was inherent in the comparison: that he was guilty of speaking boldly but acting politically. And it is true that from his earliest days in public lifea career that seems to have begun in prep schooleven John Kerrys closest friends have teased him about his overactive sense of destiny, his theatrical sense of gravitas, and his initials, which are the same as John Fitzgerald Kennedys.
I signed up for the Navy in 1965, the year before the Class Oration, Kerry said now, with quiet vehemence. He repeated it, for emphasis: I signed up for the Navy. There was very little thought of Vietnam. It seemed very far away. There was no connection between my decision to serve and the speech I made.
But there was a connection, of sorts. Kerry had made the decision along with three close friends, classmates and fellow-members of Yales not so secret society, Skull and Bones: David Thorne, Richard Pershing, and Frederick Smith. All came from families with strong traditions of military and public service. Pershing was the grandson of General John Pershing, the commander of the American Expeditionary Force in the First World War. (Richard Pershing was killed during the Tet offensive.) Our decisions were all about our sense of duty, Fred Smith, who went on to found Federal Express, recalls. We were the Kennedy generationyou know, Pay any price, bear any burden. That was the ethos.
The week before John Kerry delivered the Class Oration, the fifteen Skull and Bones seniors went off on a final jaunt together to a fishing camp on an island in the St. Lawrence River. Fred Smith remembers spending the days idly, playing cards and drinking beer. David Thorne, however, says that there was a serious running discussion about Vietnam. There were four of us going to war in a matter of months. That tends to concentrate the mind. This may have been the first time we really seriously began to question Vietnam. It was: Hey, what the hell is going on over there? What the hell are we in for?
Kerrys reaction to these discussions was intense and precipitate. He decided to rewrite the speech. His original address, which can still be found in the 1966 Yale yearbook, was rather sophomoric, he recalled. I decided that I couldnt give that speech. I couldnt get up there and go through that claptrap. I remember there was no electricity in the cabin. I remember staying up with a candle writing my speech in the wee hours of the night, rewriting and rewriting. It reflected what I felt and what we were all thinking about. It got an incredible reception, a standing ovation.
The Senator and I were sitting in wing chairs in his office, which is rather more elegant than those of his peersthe walls painted Chinese red with a dark lacquer glaze and covered with nineteenth-century nautical prints. There is a marble fireplace, a couch, a coffee table, the wing chairs: in sum, a room with a distinct sensibility, a reserved and private place. Kerry seemed weary. Our conversation was interrupted, from time to time, by phone calls from his supportersmost of whom seemed unhappy about his Iraq vote.
At one point, he had to rush over to the Senate chamber to vote on another issue. When he returned, we began to talk about his time in Vietnam. He served as the captain of a small swift boat, ferrying troops up the rivers of the Mekong Delta. He was wounded three times in four months, and then sent homethe policy in Vietnam was three wounds and youre out. He received a Bronze Star, for saving the life of a Special Forces lieutenant who had fallen overboard during a firefight, and a Silver Star. The latter, a medal awarded only for significant acts of courage, was the result of a three-boat counterattack Kerry had led against a Vietcong position on a riverbank. He had chased down, shot, and killed a man that day. The man had been carrying a B-40 rocket-propelled grenade launcher. You want to see what one of those can do to a boat? he asked. A couple of weeks after I left Vietnam, a swift boat captained by my close friend Don Drozwe called him Dinkygot hit with a B-40. He was killed. I still have the photo here somewhere.
Kerry began to rummage around his desk and eventually pulled out a manila folder. Here it is, he said. The boat was mangled beyond recognition. Oh my, look at this! He held up a sheaf of yellowed, double-spaced, typewritten pages. It looked like an old college term paper, taken from a three-ring binder. Its the original copy of my Class Oration. What on earth is it doing here?
He sat down again and studied the speech, transfixed. Then he began to read it aloud, curious, nostalgic, embarrassed by, and yet impressed with, his undergraduate eloquence. He read several pages. Worried looks passed between the two staff members who were in the room: Was he going to read the whole damn thing? It is misleading to mention right and wrong in this issue, for to every thinking man, the semantics of this contest often find the United States right in its wrongness and wrong in its rightness, he read, swiftly, without oratorical flourish. Neither am I arguing against the war itself. . . . I am criticizing the propensitythe easewhich the United States has for getting into this kind of situation
He stopped and looked up, shaking his head, Boy, was I a sophisticated nabob! The two staff members exhaled. You have to laugh at this now. . . . Do I even want this out?
But he continued reading, unable to stop himself. He skipped several pages in the middle, then recited the entire peroration.
The Class Oration says a lot about John Kerry, who will soon announce his intention to run for President of the United States. It is a nuanced assessment of American foreign policy at a crossroadsdelivered at a moment when the political leaders of the country should have been questioning basic assumptions but werent. Kerry did, howevera year before the antiwar movement began to gather strength and coherence. The speech was notable for its central thesis: The United States must . . . bring itself to understand that the policy of interventionagainst Communismthat was right for Western Europe does not and cannot find the same application to the rest of the world.
Kerry went on:
In most emerging nations, the spectre of imperialist capitalism stirs as much fear and hatred as that of communism. To compound the problem, we continue to push forward our will only as we see it and in a fashion that only leads to more mistakes and deeper commitment. Where we should have instructed, it seems we did not; where we should have been patient, it seems we were not; where we should have stayed clear, it seems we would not. . . . Never in the last twenty years has the government of the United States been as isolated as it is today.
There is, nonetheless, something slightly off-putting about the speech. The portentous quality, the hijacking of Kennedyesque tics and switchbacks (Where we should have instructed . . .), the absence of irony, the absence of any sort of joyall these rankle, and in a familiar way. This has been the knock against John Kerry for the past thirty years, ever since he captured the nations attention as the spokesman for Vietnam Veterans Against the War, a group whose members staged a dramatic protest in Washington in April of 1971, camping out on the Mall and tossing their medals and combat ribbons onto the Capitol steps.
He seemed the worlds oldest twenty-seven-year-old that week, even though he was dressed in scruffy combat fatigues, his extravagant thatch of black hair gleaming, flopping over his ears and eyebrowshe looked a bit like the pre-hallucinogenic George Harrison. Kerry spoke to the Senate Foreign Relations Committee in much the same style as hed spoken at Yale. His testimony was brilliant and succinct: How do you ask a man to be the last man to die in Vietnam? How do you ask a man to be the last man to die for a mistake?
He was an immediate celebrity. He was also an immediate target of the Nixon Administration. Years later, Chuck Colsonwho was Nixons political enforcertold me, He was a thorn in our flesh. He was very articulate, a credible leader of the opposition. He forced us to create a counterfoil. We found a vet named John ONeill and formed a group called Vietnam Veterans for a Just Peace. We had ONeill meet the President, and we did everything we could do to boost his group.
Kerry launched a national speaking tour; he spoke to the National Baptist Convention, was named an honorary member of the United Auto Workers, and spoke on campuses across the country. He was the subject of a 60 Minutes profile. Morley Safer asked him if he wanted to be President of the United States. No, he said with a chuckle, after an instants surprise and calculation.
Serious as all this washe was, for a moment, as Colson suggests, the most compelling leader of the antiwar movementthere was something uneasy, and perhaps even faintly risible, about it, too, particularly the ill-disguised Kennedy playacting. Even as Kerry delivered his Senate testimony, he distorted his natural speech to sound more like that earlier J.F.K.; for example, he occasionally ahsked questions. (Kerry had befriended Robert F. Kennedys speechwriter Adam Walinsky and consulted him about the speech, bouncing phrases and ideas off the old master.)
This sort of thing had been a source of merriment for his classmates ever since prep school, where the joke was that his initials really stood for Just For Kerry. He had volunteered to work on Edward Kennedys 1962 Senate campaign, had dated Janet Auchincloss, who was Jacqueline Kennedys half sister, had hung out at Hammersmith Farm, the Auchincloss familys estate in Newport, and had gone sailing with the President. A practical jokeone of many, apparentlywas played on him in the 1966 Yale yearbook: he was listed as a member of the Young Republicans. After his 1971 antiwar début in Washington, his fellow-Yalie Garry Trudeau lampooned him in the Doonesbury comic strip.
The jokes have never really abated. William Bulger, a state senator from South Boston and the dean of that citys clever politicians, nicknamed Kerry Live Shot, for his homing instinct when it came to television cameras. Indeed, Kerrys every movethe fact that he tossed his combat ribbons, not his medals, onto the Capitol steps; the fact that he had corrective jaw surgery (to fix a clicking sound, which had been compounded by a hockey injury); the fact, most recently, that he married the wealthy widow Teresa Heinz, whose late husband, Senator H. John Heinz III, was an heir to the ketchup fortuneall these were assumed to be political and were subjected to ridicule.
We were pretty rough on him over the years, Martin Nolan, a recently retired member of the Boston Globes mostly Irish and extremely raucous stable of political writers, says. He was an empty suit, he was Live Shot, he never passed a mirror without saying hello.
Indeed, John Kerry has always looked as if he had been requisitioned from central casting: preposterously dignified, profoundly vertical. He is six feet four inches tall, and his narrow frame, long face, and sloping shoulders make him seem even taller. His face is a collection of strong features that inaccurately suggest an Irish heritage, as does his name: his fathers family was mostly from Austria. He has a practically endless jaw, a prominent nose, and eyebrows that hang like a set of quotation marks beside grayish-blue eyes. And then there is the hair, which is so melodramatically profuse and puffy that it seems an encumbrance almost too weighty for his long, thin neck.
Hes cursed to look like that, says Bob Kerrey, the president of New School University, who served with Kerry in the Senate and is a fellow combat veteran of Vietnam. His looks say something about him that is different from what he actually is. Hes very easy to hang out with. There isnt an excessive use of the pronoun I. Theres a genuine person there, a very approachable person, a very honorable person. Other friends reflexively assume a defensive posture when describing him: Hes not the loner that he once was, hes not as aloof, hes more comfortable than he used to be, hes grown as a personalthough people have been saying these sorts of things about him, especially at election time, for the past twenty years.
Kerrys aristocratic reserve, his utter inability to pose as a populist, is not a quality recently associated with successful candidates for President of the United States. His voice and manner are cultured, Brahmin; he seems the sort of person who might ask for a splash of coffee, as George H. W. Bush did, to his political embarrassment, at a truck stop during the 1988 campaign. That Kerry is a Massachusetts liberal does not recommend him highly, either: the last three such candidates were Ted Kennedy, Paul Tsongas, and Michael Dukakis, and the latters campaign has become shorthand for the disastrously effete, National Public Radio tendencies of the Democratic Party. Kerry has consistently voted for gun control, for abortion rights, and for environmental protection, and has opposed the death penalty; he has voted with Kennedy about ninety-six per cent of the time.
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