Contents ( 98)
- Contents
- CAST OF CHARACTERS
- PART ONE
- WALL
- 1961
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- PART TWO
- BUG
- 1961–1962
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- PART THREE
- ISLAND
- 1962
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- PART FOUR
- GUN
- 1963
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- PART FIVE
- SONG
- 1963–1967
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- PART SIX
- FLOWER
- 1968
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- PART SEVEN
- TAPE
- 1972–1974
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- PART EIGHT
- YARD
- 1976–1983
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- PART NINE
- BOMB
- 1984–1987
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- PART TEN
- WALL
- 1988–1989
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- EPILOGUE
- November 4, 2008
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
“Okay, I’m convinced. What’s the problem?”
“The administration also does things that are just plain wrong—I mean criminal. The president acts as if the law doesn’t apply to him!”
“Believe me, honey, all criminals think that.”
“But we public servants are supposed to be discreet. Silence is part of our code. We don’t rat on the politicians, even when we disagree with what they’re doing.”
“Hmm. Two moral principles in conflict. Your duty to your boss contradicts your duty to your country.”
“I could just resign. I’d probably earn more outside the government anyway. But Nixon and his people would just carry on, like Mafia hoodlums. And I don’t want to work in the private sector. I want to make America a better society, especially for blacks. I’ve dedicated my life to that. Why should I give it up just because Nixon’s a crook?”
“Plenty of government people talk to the press. I read stories all the time about what ‘sources’ are telling reporters.”
“We’re so shocked because Nixon and Agnew got elected by promising law and order. The blatant hypocrisy of it all makes us kind of furious.”
“So, you have to decide whether to ‘leak’ to the media.”
“I guess that’s what I’m thinking.”
“If you do,” said Jacky anxiously, “please be careful.”
Maria and George went with Jacky to the evening service at Bethel Evangelical Church, then George drove Maria home. He still had the old dark-blue Mercedes convertible he had bought when he first came to Washington. “Just about every part of this car has been replaced,” he said. “Cost me a fortune.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re earning a fortune at Fawcett Renshaw.”
“I do okay.”
Maria realized she was holding her shoulders so rigidly that her back hurt. She tried to relax her muscles. “George, I have something serious to talk about.”
“All right.”
She hesitated. Now or never. “In the past month, in the Justice Department, antitrust investigations into three separate corporations have been canceled on the direct orders of the White House.”
“Any reason?”
“None given. But all three were major donors to Nixon’s campaign in 1968, and are expected to finance his reelection campaign this year.”
“But that’s straightforward perverting the course of justice! It’s a crime.”
“Exactly.”
“I knew Nixon was a liar, but I didn’t think he was an actual crook.”
“It’s hard to believe, I know.”
“Why are you telling me?”
“I want to give the story to the press.”
“Wow, Maria, that’s kind of dangerous.”
“I’m prepared to take the risk. But I’m going to be very, very careful.”
“Good.”
“Do you know any reporters?”
“Of course. There’s Lee Montgomery, for a start.”
Maria smiled. “I dated him a few times.”
“I know—I fixed you up.”
“But that means he knows of the connection between you and me. Think of someone who’s never met me.”
“You’re right, bad idea. How about Jasper Murray?”
“Head of the Washington bureau of This Day? He’d be ideal. How do you know him?”