“At its simplest, Watergate is the story of two separate criminal conspiracies: the Nixon world’s ‘dirty tricks’ that led to the burglary on June 17, 1972, and then the subsequent wider cover-up. The first conspiracy was deliberate, a sloppy and shambolic but nonetheless developed plant to subvert the 1972 election; the second was reactive, almost instinctive – it seems to have happened simply because no one said no. The popular-history version we now tell about Watergate… represents just a sliver of the full story... The drama encompassed in those two conspiracies is in fact much darker than the rosy Technicolor version produced by Robert Redford – there’s the alcoholism of Martha Mitchell and Nixon’s own spiral of destruction during the Yom Kippur War, as well as criminality of an unprecedented and sad breadth – and also tells a more human story, one filled not with giants, villains, and heroes, but with flawed everyday people worried about their families, their careers, and their legacies…”
- Garrett M. Graff, Watergate: A New History
Over the years, I’ve picked up enough scraps about Watergate to form at least a basic understanding. Long ago, I finished the famous (and self-serving) All the President’s Men, by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, and watched the classic movie that followed. Having read biographies about Richard Nixon and Henry Kissinger, I’ve filled in some of the gaps left by Woodward, Bernstein, and Robert Redford. Still, I’ve always wanted to know the full story, start to finish. I desired a single, comprehensive volume that weaves all these strange threads into a single cloth.
The trouble, however, is that there is so much written about Watergate it’s hard to know where to turn. Aside from all the primary documentary evidence, and the voluminous – and transcribed – Nixon tapes, it seems that just about every participant wrote their own account, which invariably contradicts every other version. Even books written by uninvolved authors tend to be polemical or pushing a theory. Since it was hard to find the right title, and since I didn’t really care that much, I was content to wait for something better to come along.
That something better has arrived with Garrett Graff’s Watergate. This is what I needed to answer all my questions regarding two-bit crooks, FBI leakers, and the tipping point of the erosion of America’s institutions. When I reached the last page, I was entirely satisfied that I needed to spend no more time on this ugly sidelight of U.S. political history.
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The foremost thing that struck me about Watergate is its structure and style of presentation. Graff is not a flashy writer, but he knows a thing about organization. This seems like a minor matter, but it’s not. This is a tangled web of a tale, made all the more difficult since most of the characters are pathological liars.
Graff approaches this seedy sprawl methodically. For example, in the prologue, he begins with the Nixon Administration’s reaction to the release of the Pentagon Papers. Nominally, this did not involve Nixon at all, but rather the handling of Vietnam by John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson. Yet, as Graff moves forward, he shows that Nixon did, indeed, have things to hide. Specifically, in a chapter on the Chennault Affair, he describes how Nixon attempted to subvert Johnson’s Vietnam peace talks in order to goose his chances against Hubert Humphrey in the 1968 election. In short, the allegation – believed by many, including Johnson, at the time – is that Nixon literally committed treason to get to the White House (a charge that has received new support in recent years).
From there, in chapter after chapter, block by block, Graff constructs a readable, coherent, and well-paced narrative. Watergate is 679-pages long, not including endnotes, and is just packed with detail. I swear this book feels heavier than others. But because Graff has marshaled this material so well, the length is never a burden.
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This is an extremely info-dense book. As Graff admits, Watergate is not based on fresh interviews, which is just fine. The central figures of Watergate are now either dead or in their late seventies and eighties. The survivors have spent a lifetime dissembling, blame shifting, and revising their actions, so – in my opinion – it’s not that important to have them repeat what they’ve already said.
Instead, Graff has assembled a huge mass of printed material – trial transcripts, tape transcripts, journal entries, diaries, memoirs, and secondary sources – and laid it out as best he could, corroborating and cross checking. Watergate is an evidence-dependent historical event, and Graff does a really good job of telling you when testimony conflicts, and when there are alternative descriptions of what happened. Often, he does this by using footnotes at the bottom of the page. While I appreciated not having to flip to the back of the book, this sometimes broke my flow. Still, I’m of the opinion that more facts are better than less.
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The striking thing about Watergate is the smallness of the conspirators. These were little men, narrowminded, incompetent, and grasping. They were poseurs, wannabes, intellectually-limited strivers, and often borderline delusional. G. Gordon Liddy, for instance, seems to have lived his life in an alternate universe where he was a highly-trained ninja assassin. With the exception of Nixon, whose concern with his legacy led to the tapes that would be his downfall, the conspirators were imbued with very little vision. They were concerned with short term gain, whether that was power or money or both. None asked themselves, before starting, how they would explain their actions to their kids, much less to their country and to posterity.
Dealing with severe space limitations, Graff does a decent job sorting through these personalities. A character list would have helped – I had to make my own – but the criminals and con artists who parade through these pages are sharply etched.
The most interesting, of course, is Nixon himself, a confounding blend of greatness and meanness, who might have found himself a happier place in history had he far more goodness. There is no need – or room – to list his deficits here, but his manifest negatives do not keep him from being utterly fascinating. I find it impossible to imagine myself as president; on my best days, I can’t envision exhibiting a fraction of the fortitude of Lincoln, the ingenuity of FDR, or the wealth-aided cool of JFK. But when I read about Nixon drunk in the White House, alone in a room, muttering to himself about his enemies, real or imagined, I can empathize, if not actually visualize myself doing the exact same thing. His pettiness gives him an odd, relatable humanity.
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From the vantage of fifty years, there is something almost quaint about Watergate. This is not to downplay its seriousness, only to note that things have gotten much worse. Nixon’s tricks were dirty, but he never tried – or at least, never had the ability – to gaslight the country into thinking that George McGovern was not an American. And while Nixon created a constitutional crisis, nobody stormed the U.S. Capitol and tried to overturn an election. It just doesn’t feel quite so existential as what we’re experiencing now. If Nixon were president today, he wouldn’t resign. He wouldn’t even apologize. He’d just wait for the next news cycle, trusting that his party would stick with him, no matter what.
The Watergate mess was obviously not this country’s first scandal, political or otherwise. It was also not the first time a president had been involved in something questionable, immoral, or illegal. Clearly, though, Watergate previewed things to come, from the way technology could expose a lie, to the evolution of the media from merely reporting on politicians to directly challenging them. The unbroken and dingy line connecting Watergate and the present is disheartening, to say the least, and it is probably going to get a whole lot worse before we can start hoping for it to get even a little better.