Was Lyndon Johnson both the hardest-working and unluckiest man ever to inhabit the White House? Joseph Califano would have you think so.
A
senior domestic-policy aide through most of Johnson’s presidency, Califano observed
the 36th President of the United States in times sunny (reelected by
44 states and 61 percent of the popular vote in 1964) and bleak (losing in Vietnam).
Let others have at the negative; Califano’s admiration for his former boss
overtakes all else.
His thesis in The Triumph & Tragedy Of Lyndon Johnson can be summed up thus: Johnson was Machiavellian in pursuit of justice. Beginning with the Civil Rights Act of 1964 through to the day he left office in January, 1969, Johnson did more to lift America’s underprivileged than any other president.
Whether
you accept this or not may depend on your enthusiasm for “big government.”
Califano’s enthusiasm for it comes across on every page. “Johnson’s legislative
revolution was taking the federal government into the modern world on the side
of the little person,” he writes.
Califano,
who notes he was dubbed “The Deputy President for Domestic Affairs” by The New York Times, allows for the negative
in LBJ as a kind of yin-yang thing:
The Lyndon Johnson
I worked with was brave and brutal, compassionate and cruel, incredibly
intelligent and infuriatingly insensitive, with a shrewd and uncanny instinct
for the jugular of his allies and adversaries. He could be altruistic and
petty, caring and crude, generous and petulant, bluntly honest and
calculatingly devious – all within the same few minutes.
People
picking up this book knowing anything of Johnson expect the bad. Many, after
all, flat-out accuse him of murdering his predecessor. Johnson as lever-puller,
bully, cheater, adulterer, etc., is the well-documented stuff of legend. Robert
Caro and other historians rub salt on that legacy; Califano breaks out the
sugar instead.
Good
for him, too. Not every memoir about a president has to be negative to
be worth reading. But while making his case for Johnson, Califano becomes
increasingly dull and strident, harping on policies big and small and crowding
out personal aspects that made
Johnson both compelling and problematic.
The
book starts off explaining how Califano got pulled into the job, somewhat
reluctantly, in 1965. While working for Defense Secretary Robert McNamara, Califano
caught Johnson’s eye when he had to fill a new White House vacancy strategizing
domestic policy.
To
size him up, Johnson brought Califano out to his Texas ranch. It proved a
memorable visit:
As we drove
around, we were followed by a car and a station wagon with Secret Service
agents. The President drank Cutty Sark scotch and soda out of a large white
plastic foam cup; I had a Coca-Cola. Periodically, Johnson would slow down,
sometimes stop for a moment, and hold his left arm outside the car, shaking the
cup and ice. A Secret Service agent would run up to the car, take the cup and
go back to the station wagon. Then another agent would refill it with ice,
scotch, and soda as the first agent trotted behind the wagon. Then the first
agent would run the refilled cup up to LBJ’s outstretched arm and waiting hand,
as the President’s car moved slowly along.
Further
details in that introductory chapter prime one to expect more color and
juiciness than the rest of the book delivers.
What
follows instead alternates between tortured apologia for LBJ’s handling of
Vietnam and tubthumping exercise regarding almost everything else. To that end,
Califano produces some labored prose:
He was a political
and intellectual baker, kneading with those enormous hands until every aspect
of the proposal was explored; once confident of that, he would put the bread in
the oven.
A
few pages later:
Johnson was
everywhere, a Dutch uncle with a thousand thumbs plugging holes in economic
dikes to hold off the floodwaters of inflation.
Entire
chapters devolve into laundry lists of legislation and policy enacted by the
Johnson Administration on everything from billboard regulation (a sizable entry)
to managing the order of how young men were selected for the draft. No nuance
is too fine for Califano to discourse upon at length.
Bigger
issues get their due, but with an approach I found slanted. Not because it
emphasizes the positive about Johnson, but because it presents him so often as a
victim, either of others’ selfishness or of the fates themselves.
In
racial matters, Johnson led off with the monumental Civil Rights Act and
followed with more bills designed to improve the lot of Black Americans. But Califano
allows the Johnson years would come to be remembered by racial unrest culminating
in the assassination of civil-rights leader Martin Luther King Jr.
For
Califano, riots in July 1967 were a matter of Johnson being punished for doing
so much good. “Just as he had after Watts [in 1965], he was forced to face the
fact that he might be losing his race against the ticking clock of expectations
that the promise of his own legislative achievements and rhetoric had wound up,”
he writes.
Johnson received “much more vitriolic mail” for pro-black polices than for Vietnam,
Califano avers.
President Johnson signs the Civil Rights Act of 1964. Directly behind him, Martin Luther King Jr. looks on. Image from http://www.crf-usa.org/black-history-month/the-civil-rights-act-of-1964. |
A
lot of Johnson’s difficulty while in office stemmed from what was dubbed at the
time “the credibility gap.” To an unprecedented degree, people in the 1960s
just didn’t trust their president.
Califano
argues this didn’t begin with Johnson. “Johnson’s credibility problems were
built upon Eisenhower’s and Kennedy’s,” he writes. He adds this went beyond
American involvement in Vietnam to matters such as lying about a spy mission (in
Eisenhower’s case) and the Bay of Pigs fiasco (Kennedy).
But
one can understand such dishonesty about clandestine operations. Johnson lied
often and vigorously about everything, even in Califano’s telling here. Trying
to prevent a steelworkers’ strike early in his second term, Johnson plays both sides off one another and pretends he is their ally. He browbeats Califano and other
staffers to underestimate the costs of both his domestic spending and his
Vietnam policy so he can sell both to Congress until it comes time to pay the
bills.
When
one liberal congressman, New York Democrat Richard Ottinger, raised questions
about whether the country has enough money to pay for such ambitious spending,
Johnson’s reaction was characteristically ruthless:
“Tell him we’re
prepared to put a public housing project right in the middle of his fancy
Westchester district to demonstrate to him and his constituents how much money
there is for domestic programs. Maybe that’ll help him to vote an increase in
the debt limit.”
Califano,
a true believer, is fine with such tactics, lending this book a kind of
instructive fun-house-mirror quality. It’s not the impression he wants to give,
but it accumulates the more you read, Johnson as an instinctual bully enabled
by yes-men.
Califano’s
book is more engaging, and more aware, relating Johnson’s tortured relationship
to his predecessor, John F. Kennedy. “Lyndon Johnson, who had achieved more in
each year of his presidency than most chief executives accomplish in all their White
House years, was possessed by an internal class struggle with an icon, and
tortured by an envy he could not exorcise,” he writes.
So
great was this envy that it sparked an intense rivalry with Kennedy’s brother
Robert, the Attorney General when his brother was murdered. Johnson so hated
Robert Kennedy that it dictated relationships with other Cabinet members. Dean
Rusk, the secretary of state, was trusted by Johnson precisely because Robert
Kennedy urged Johnson to fire him, Califano writes. Sargent Shriver loyally ran
Johnson’s Office of Economic Opportunity but endured suspicion anyway for the
sin of being Kennedy’s brother-in-law.
Califano
does not address rumors of LBJ complicity in the assassinations of either John
or Robert Kennedy. In his telling, Johnson was a shocked and saddened observer both
times. He does add Johnson himself believed in something other than the
lone-gunman theory regarding John: “President Kennedy tried to get [Cuban
leader Fidel] Castro, but Castro got Kennedy first,” he quotes Johnson.
Johnson’s
failure in Vietnam is presented as a matter of bad luck and poor advice, though
Califano notes he did not work with Johnson on this issue. He notes
several times Johnson was never bullish about the war; rather LBJ felt
boxed in both by commitments to South Vietnam and worries of being thought soft
on communism. Such criticism, he felt, would threaten his progressive domestic
agenda.
Inflexibility
comes across as Johnson’s chief flaw in Califano’s telling, albeit somewhat
reluctantly. You see it in the matter of Abe Fortas, Johnson’s former counsel.
First he placed Fortas on the Supreme Court, then wanted to make him Chief
Justice.
All
this time, Johnson kept bringing Fortas into cabinet meetings to discuss domestic-policy
strategy, including possible Supreme Court decisions. This created a massive
conflict-of-interest controversy when discovered. Califano ascribes it to
Johnson being Johnson:
…he refused to be
denied access to his best attorney just because he had given him to the Supreme
Court. It was not in LBJ to think there was any advice or information to which
he was not entitled.
Reading
his account of the Fortas controversy, it occurred to me that Johnson had the
additional problem of aides unwilling to point out this sort of thing as wrong.
Califano mentions his surprise at seeing Fortas attending these White House
discussions, but apparently never shared these critical reservations with his
boss. At least he doesn’t say so here.
Illuminating,
sometimes amusing anecdotes pepper this book and give it readability. Johnson
objects to being described in newspapers as “sputtering mad” so much he works
himself into a rage: “I am not…never have been…never will be…sputtering mad.” Califano
describes Johnson’s habitually profane negotiating techniques with legislators,
and even his chronic dissatisfaction with his vice-president, Hubert Humphrey.
Califano speculates LBJ might have preferred Republican Nelson Rockefeller as his
successor.
But
as a memoir of presidential service, The
Triumph & Tragedy Of Lyndon Johnson is too hung up in monument-polishing
to fully engage as either a portrait of a man or a snapshot of his era. At
times, the prose reads like an undelivered State of the Union address, stiff
and full of civic blandishments. Califano’s enthusiasm for his former boss is
both impressive and sincerely felt, just not all that convincing.
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