50 Years Ago Today

Haaaaappppy Birthday…Mister President

January 9, 1973 dawns with bright sunshine and a break in the freezing temperatures that had descended on the DC area since the first of the year. And Richard Nixon is probably feeling pretty, pretty good.

For one thing, it’s his birthday – the big six-oh – and a lovely family dinner is planned for later that evening. But also: his hand-picked cabinet of yes-men and yes-women are sailing through their confirmation hearings. That’s the first of many steps for what the President hopes will become a sort of Pax Nixona in time for the Bicentennial.

And then there’s the polling. Nixon wakes up on the 9th to see that in the latest Gallup Poll he enjoys a 68% approval rating. Yessir, it’s a good, good day.

If there’s one thing that might be causing Nixon just a twinge of trepidation, it’s the fact that tomorrow, January the 10th, the much-anticipated trial of the “Watergate 7” is due to begin. Nixon isn’t super-worried about that, though either. The three federal prosecutors on the case are clearly not looking to pursue the case past the 7 indicted defendants. And the last time Nixon was briefed by White House Counsel John Dean and his most-trusted aide HR Haldeman, Nixon was told that the 7 men were going to play ball and “do the right thing”.

Give it a month, Nixon figured, and Watergate would be just a distant memory.

Sixty, and President. Here I just turned 61 and I’m…not president. But at least, I’m not (I don’t think) going to be the center of a criminal conspiracy memorialized in fifty years on the world’s best gaming forum, either!

Just turned 62 and also not a crook!

In just nine days I’ll only have nine years left to try to create my Pax Longa in time for the 250th.

I’ll be 64 in a month. And I am as honest as the hour is long.

So, like, 60%?

My how time flies!

The Watergate 7 Go On Trial

It’s January 10, 1973, and Judge John Sirica finds his courtroom to be absolutely packed as the trial of the five Watergate burglars and their two planning accomplices go on trial. And so on January 9th while Nixon was enjoying the reverie of his happy birthday and seemingly ascendant presidency there are a couple of things he was not aware of that probably would’ve put a real wet blanket on things.

First, he and his inner circle (and honestly most politicians across both parties in Washington) have, far, far underestimated the curiosity of Americans with regards to Watergate. Yes, no one paid a bit of attention to Watergate when they voted for President in November. But the public interest in the scandal feels like kind of a unique moment in US history.

It’s as if the country collectively decided to put a pin in the scandal. They didn’t want to vote for McGovern, and besides…it just seemed crazy that the higher-ups at the White House would be involved in this kind of stuff. Kind of a case where people really did want to accept the Occam’s Razor explanation: it was far more conceivable that the Watergate break-in was some rogue element of the fringe end of the campaign acting on their own without authorization. It just made no sense that Nixon or his campaign or the White House would get involved – everyone had known for over a year that Nixon was going to coast to victory in 1972.

But that didn’t mean there wasn’t any interest in the scandal. People absolutely wanted to know just what the heck was up with that break-in that didn’t make even a tiny bit of sense. They wanted it sorted out for them.

And news media was happy to step in and do that sorting out. The Washington Post investigatory reporting by Woodward and Bernstein had raised the profile of that once sleepy hometown paper. But they’d so dominated the reporting that other news media just sort of stood on the sidelines.

The trial offered what appeared to be at least a quick, last chance to jump back in. And so all three major news networks in the US – and PBS – were in. So too were the AP, UPI, the LA Times and Wall Street Journal, amongst a host of local newspapers across the land, as well as Time and Newsweek, the two major news weekly magazines. (It’s hard to overemphasize the reach of Time and Newsweek at the time; a huge percentage of homes in suburban American in the 1970s were subscribed to one or the other.)

And finally, the venerable and influential New York Times was back in on the story, and in a big way. The Times had assigned young, renowned reporter Seymour Hersh (who’d broken the My Lai massacre story) to the Watergate beat.

Thus and so, if Nixon and his advisors had realized this, it’s likely the President’s birthday might’ve been a more somber affair. There was another thing the President didn’t know – but that White House Counsel John Dean and Chief of Staff Haldeman both did know, and hadn’t told him yet.

Maximum John

A week before the trial, Judge John Sirica had obliquely laid out some points of interest for the lead trial lawyers of each of the accused. The judge had seen enough evidence in the grand jury phase that he didn’t much care if everyone pleaded guilty or not. He wanted that evidence presented in open court, so if everyone copped to guilt, he was going to make sure that the sentencing hearings last weeks so that the evidence could be presented there.

Sirica was convinced that the things went far further than the seven men who’d stand trial in his courtroom in a week, and watching the grand jury process play out, he was spectacularly unenthused by the job done by the three lead prosecutors in the US Attorney’s office. Sirica told the attorneys (and the prosecution team in a separate meeting) that all he’d read about was how tightly and centrally controlled the Nixon campaign was. Therefore, it was beyond belief to him that somehow a rogue operation with no support elsewhere in the campaign had somehow got its hands on a quarter of a million dollars of campaign funds to commit the break-in with.

What none of the attorneys knew for sure – but sort of suspected, was that the judge was going to pull one of his tried-and-true maneuvers from the deck. Sirica, whose well-earned nickname was “Maximum John” for the sentences he often handed down, was going to use a trick from his playbook he’d used with organized crime, gambling, and racketeering. What Sirica would do is this: First, regardless of plea of guilty or not guilty by any defendant, Sirica was going to hand over maximum sentencing penalties for any guilty parties.

But there was more. The next twist in this playbook was that Sirica was likely to then inform the sentenced defendants that he’d happily stay in communication with the Bureau of Prisons. If any of them wanted to speak up and tell the court MORE about Watergate, the Judge was happy to hear them, and would then reduce sentences according to the value of the information and cooperation received.

Now, if you’re thinking that this sounds kind of legally dubious…well, join the club! Sirica’s application of some loopholes in the criminal courts here have been the subject of wonky legal debate since 1973, and will likely be a source of debate far into the future. Technically, his scheme was allowable, but it raises all sorts of issues of ethics and morality and judicial overreach. In the end, I’ve read a lot of legal opinions that say that what Sirica did here was fairly over-the-top…but also maybe in this SINGLE case, justified. Sirica likely suspected that the prosecutors were acting on instructions from above to not pursue the case past the 7 defendants, and in those extraordinary circumstances, perhaps extraordinary practices were required to expose the truth.

The thing of it is, should that all play out (and it will, spoiler) none of it will take the White House advisors by surprise. Haldeman, Ehrlichman and Dean suspected Sirica might be planning to do something like this. Hence, the Nixon plan of paying off the accused and their families with financial support, followed by what until now had been some vague promises of clemency or pardons came to fruition, to take the sting out of any penalties the judge might sentence the seven men to. And after communicating through an intermediary, as far as the White House advisors knew, their wall was holding; that solution worked for the Watergate 7.

Barker, Gonzalez, Martinez, and Sturgis (four of the five burglars) were represented by one attorney, and he let the White House team know that his clients were willing to do their prison time if the promises of financial support and eventual pardons was concrete. Some of those men had seen the inside of Cuban prisons, after all. If another undercover promise of incarceration at the posh, minimum security facility in Danbury, CT was forthcoming, no one was too worried about it.

E. Howard Hunt’s attorney reported that his client would play ball as well. Hunt was still deeply in despair by the world collapsing on him so suddenly since June of 1972. If financial support for relatives who’d have to care for his kids was coming, he was happy to try to make everything go away and vanish into a short prison sentence.

So that’s 5 of 7.

G. Gordon Liddy was the oddball in the group, as usual. His attorney informed Haldeman and Dean that Liddy had no intention of doing anything besides pleading not guilty.

But it’s not what you might think! Liddy – convinced as ever that he’d acted as a patriot in the best interests of his country to try to commit election fraud – was eager to plead not guilty so that the prosecution would be forced to show the evidence against him. Evidence that Liddy believed would show his heroism off to the American people. Gordon had zero intention of telling anyone anything about the operation itself, or who might be involved, or where the money came from. He wasn’t going to cooperate in the least, and he welcomed a stiff prison sentence with an enthusiasm that was kind of disconcerting. But hey, no interest in cooperating with anyone.

So that’s 6 of 7 bricks in the wall. But that 6th brick means that no one will have to wait for a sentencing hearing to get the evidence into open court, either. There will be a trial in the case of Liddy.

But then there’s James McCord.

McCord kind of doesn’t fit with the other 7 accused. While he’s a Republican who was happy to support Nixon, he’s not one of the wide-eyed true believers he’s accused with. McCord took the job with CREEP because the campaign needed a security expert (which McCord was) and because McCord’s friend Jack Caulfield put him up for the gig. And then things got carried away. You know how it goes: one minute you’re at your desk approving trip itineraries, the next you’re putting tape on a door lock at the DNC Headquarters.

McCord has his own legal representation, and the Nixonites already know he’s the weakest link in their strategy. The ex-CIA security expert has a young family at home, and he’s in no good mood to do an extended hitch in prison. Still, he’s signaled he’s willing to play ball, and Dean thinks he’ll be OK. McCord doesn’t really want to cooperate with prosecutors, for one thing. And if he gets the right assurances on financial support – and an eventual pardon, it’ll all be good. (Jack Caulfield is Dean’s go-between with Dean and McCord. Caulfield and McCord go on some long walks to the middle of bridges in DC where they can talk without any surveillance being possible. At one point, McCord pointedly asks Caulfield if the person making the offer of a pardon knows the difference between that and clemency. It’s super-important to McCord.)

For now, McCord is dithering on his plea, but he’ll go with not guilty to start off with, since Liddy is doing so as well. McCord’s attorney, Gerald Alch has told McCord to take any deal he can get, in the meantime.

Five Down, Two to Go

So with TONS of media in attendance, the Watergate Trial gets underway. And it’s a predictably sleepy affair in the morning. Heck, they haven’t even gotten to the plea phase, when each defendant affirms their original pleadings.

And so they break for lunch. And things resume after lunch, and E. Howard Hunt is on the clock. He rises with his lawyer, and reporters and sketch artists portray Hunt as this shell of a guy, just utterly broken. And in a halting, barely audible voice, Hunt tells Judge Sirica that he’s pleading guilty.

Which the Nixon White House sort of expected, but was still kind of newsy for the national media.

And things proceed and by the end of the day, Barker, Gonzalez, and Martinez have pleaded guilty, and Sturgis has as well.

Liddy, of course, is going with “Not guilty” for himself. And McCord still hasn’t gotten an offer he feels secure with. He’s also going “Not guilty”, at least for now.

Over the next two days, the national news is all over the trial. It’s the lead story on the Evening News on all three networks. And editorial boards are asking out loud if the American people will ever find out about Watergate.

In the White House, Dean alone realizes that they may have a problem – public opinion. Americans are way more interested and curious about the break-in than he or anyone else in the President’s inner circle believed. Things may work out, and Watergate will be forgotten. But…Dean is a lot less sure than he was a week ago.

The Sunday Papers

Ah, January 14, 1973: a lovely day, really. Temperatures are finally warming up in the nation’s capital, and the snow is beginning to melt. Plus: it’s Inauguration Week! President Nixon will begin his second term officially in just 6 days.

And so, if you’re of a news-ish bent – and in 1973 people sure did love them some newspapers – you’ve thumped the large copy of the New York Times onto the kitchen table and pulled the front page section.

And there on the front page section of the January 14, 1973 Times sits the first big Watergate story to appear in the Times in a long while. And it is by Seymour Hersh, whom the Times have basically sicced on the story with carte blanche to do what he likes and go where the story may take him. And the story he’s got on Sunday the 14th is a doozy.

Now, if you’ve ever followed Ken White (Popehat) on social media or listened to his excellent podcasts, you’ve heard Ken mention that talkative clients are the bane of a criminal defense attorney. You’ve heard him say that the best clients are the ones who say absolutely nothing to anyone regarding anything even peripherally related to any sort of incidence that might be wrongdoing. And as we shall see, there’s a reason for that.

For his part, up until the first week of the new year, Sy Hersh hasn’t had much luck getting an “in” into the Watergate story. The NYT Bureau guys can report the nuts and bolts of the trial of the Watergate 7 that’s just begun, but Hersh wants something meatier. He even tries getting to talk to any of the 7 defendants, but he’s run into a wall of obstruction even trying to get through to these guys. And then Hersh gets a call from Andrew St. George.

ASG is a writer and sometimes journalist who has been known in the past to be a little loose with details around truth and has been accused of being a mouthpiece for the CIA in Cuba…and a mouthpiece for Castro and Guevara in the US. He’s made some big stories. He’s also been dead wrong on stuff. And he can be a bit overbearing.

St. George thinks of Sy Hersh as a colleague, and the two are acquainted, and on the evening of January 11, ASG calls Hersh with a proposal that seems at least interesting. It seems that St. George is in negotiations with Watergate burglar Frank Sturgis (the two got to know each other over Cuba back in the day) about writing a book from Sturgis’s point of view on Watergate. St. George wants to know if Hersh wants to collaborate.

And so on the 12th, St. George, Sturgis, and Hersh get together over drinks to discuss the book. And pretty shortly, both Sturgis and Hersh come to a mutual unspoken agreement that Andrew St. George is…a bit much. Won’t stop talking about himself, basically. And so when St. George excuses himself for a moment to use the restroom, Hersh suggests to Sturgis that they get the heck out of there. And so they do, both hopping in Hersh’s car.

The two men drive around for a while, shootin’ the shit as they say. Hersh is trying to get Sturgis to open up about ANYTHING Watergate. And he’s getting some info, but nothing really juicy. Yet.

And then at some point, Sturgis thanks Hersh for picking up the bar tab back at the watering hole where the evening started. And Hersh tries to be gracious. Least I could do, he says. I bet money’s been tight.

And Sturgis nods. “Yeah, it hasn’t been easy, especially the last few months since they cut back on the money.”

Hersh’s pulse starts to race. “Cut back?”

Sturgis nods again. Yeah, he says, since November he’s only been able to get $400 per month. The money was flowing a little easier before the election. But at least they’ve arranged the money for the attorneys that Sturgis shares with three other burglars.

Hersh, probably trying not to drive off the road at this point out of excitement, asks Sturgis “Who, um, is ‘they’ in this case?”

Sturgis tells him he probably can’t tell him, because he (Sturgis) doesn’t know for sure himself. But it’s clearly coming from either someone within the campaign or someone in the government associated with the campaign. This isn’t money someone raised at a church bakesale, in other words.

And thus and so on the front page of the Sunday Times there’s a detailed story in which one of the Watergate burglars is happily stating that he and his co-defendants have all been receiving payouts since their arrest back in June, and that those payouts have continued even after all 7 were indicted and up to the present.

At his home in Northern Virginia, White House Counsel John Dean reads that story and gets a sinking feeling in his stomach. Maybe, he thinks, this thing isn’t going to be so easily forgotten. In any event, containing Watergate to just the 7 men currently standing trial is seeming more and more a herculean task.

And in his home, Judge John Sirica reads that same story with a mixture of delight and disgust. Delight in that it seems to prove the feeling he’s had throughout the grand jury phase that there’s no way the Watergate burglary begins and ends with just the Watergate 7. He’s always thought it went someplace higher than that, and the Times story with the payout revelations seems to confirm that.

Sirica’s disgust is because to him it does – absolutely – feel like either someone in the campaign or someone higher up in government is involved, and that person should absolutely have known better. It’s a corrupt public servant, and that’s a kind of criming that has always gotten under Sirica’s skin.

There’s one other significant piece of the puzzle regarding Hersh’s scoop about the payouts.

At some point that Sunday afternoon, Washington Post Editor in Chief Ben Bradlee calls his New York Times counterpart at home. Although the two are in control of rival papers, Bradlee’s call isn’t adversarial in nature. Instead, he’s eager to thank the Times.

For the past 6 months, Bradlee and the Post have felt all alone out on a branch, wondering where the rest of the news media was. And now, Bradlee feels nothing but relief. The Times is on this. Over the past week, the courtroom was packed with media for the trial preliminaries. And in the next 20 months, a variety of print and radio and television media will be instrumental in breaking Watergate stories.

That January 14 story by Hersh signals the end of the Washington Post owning the story. But it also signals a new phase to the way the story will reach the American people. The Watergate news fire hydrant has been opened.

I’m the talkative type. And without going into detail, I’ve been yelled at by a lawyer on more than one occasion.

“One word answers! Yes or no! You’re not giving a speech!”

A brief interlude, if you’ll allow me, about something that has nothing to do with Watergate.

The Fishing Expedition

If twitter had existed when a Republican named George Beall (sounds like “Bell”) was promoted to the job of of US Attorney for the state of Maryland in 1970 on an interim basis, people would’ve squawked like crazy. Beall was spectacularly unqualified for the job – he’d been a criminal defense attorney for a few years, and then had been appointed to a board that reviewed criminal injury compensation in Maryland.

And as crashingly dull as that last job sounds, the only way Beall got that appointment to a dead-end job on a criminal injury review board was because of his name and family. You see, George Beall’s dad was a dude named J. Glenn Beall, and the elder Beall had built a successful real estate and insurance company before channeling his wealth into successful runs for the House, and then immediately the Senate – where he served as a Republican Senator for 12 years.

And George’s older brother, Glenn Jr, was following his father’s steps – Junior got elected to the House, and in 1970 was engaged in an ultimately successful candidacy of his own for the US Senate in Maryland.

So George Beall, as the son and brother of influential Republican Senators was absolutely a nepotism baby. Or you could say he got his job because of cronyism. Both fit.

When he became the interim (and shortly, the full-time) US Attorney for Maryland, he’d never – not once – prosecuted a case in court. Ever.

And so let’s flash forward to the morning of January 16, 1973 – yep, 50 years ago today. Subpoenas are being served throughout Baltimore County, Columbia County, and Anne Arundel County – which is where the state capital of Annapolis is.

Those subpoenas and requests for deposition represent about 6 or 7 months of off-again, on-again work by Beall and the three attorneys who are assistants under him in his office: Barney Skolnik, Tim Baker, and Ron Liebman.

You see, almost from the time that Beall had assumed office, he’d been getting persistent reports from disgruntled Republicans in Maryland about about local and even state contracts being parts of some sort of corruption. He heard tales of pay-for-play and also no-bid contracts and even outright bribery.

Beall reviewed state and local statutes and decided this was all a bit “small” for his office to investigate, but after getting prodded by his assistants, he finally told them to put together a summary report for him to review.

In the summer of 1972, a thin manila file folder landed on his desk. In it was the summary he’d asked for, detailing potential directions an investigation into bribery and pay-for-play contracts in Maryland might go. It wasn’t much. If they were successful, they might catch a couple of state legislators, a committee member or councilman…maybe someone in a state approval office or something.

One thing Beall does notice in the summary is that there’s no real specifics – either for the target of the investigation, or really even the potential crimes being investigated. He does notice that potential “targets” or persons of interest in the investigation are largely Democrats. Which, George Beall and the President who appointed him? They’re Republicans.

For Beall, all of this looks like an investigation that is likely to be dismissed as a politically motivated fishing expedition. And so he conditionally gives approval for his three assistant attorney to go ahead and pursue things. But with one provision: they have to be thorough. To any observer – heck, to George Beall himself – this is all going to look like a sketchy political hit job.

And so Beall impresses on Skolnik, Baker and Liebman that his office isn’t going to prosecute any of this vague corruption if all they’ve got is hearsay evidence and some testimony from jailhouse snitches. He wants hard evidence. Documentation. All of that. He wants an ironclad case, or it’s no case at all.

And so from the summer to the holidays in 1972, the three young assistant US Attorneys in Maryland get exactly that kind of preliminary evidence. They follow trails as much as they can, and by late December, they bring what they’ve found to Beall.

And Beall realizes his assistants may indeed have a big catch to show for their fishing trip. There is, apparently, a lot of evidence that indeed did point to a couple of state legislators. But also the head of Maryland’s roads commission might have been up to no good. But even bigger than that was a fellow named Dale Anderson – a Democrat who served as County Executive for Baltimore County. That’s a pretty good fish to find flopping around in your net.

Beall is impressed. His team has carefully prepared subpoenas and search warrants and requests for depositions to all be served – which is what happens throughout the morning of January 16, 1973.

And that’s where we’ll put a pin in this for now. We’ll circle back by the time we get to the summer of 1973. But a few things to note in the meantime.

First, George Beall is a classic example of not necessarily judging a book by its cover. Yes, he got his job through nepotism and cronyism, and was unqualified when appointed. But he also ended up being one of the greatest US Attorneys to ever hold the job – widely given legendary status amongst scholars who study that field.

And second…I kinda lied when I said this investigation had nothing to do with Watergate. By the late summer of 1973, it’s gonna have everything to do with Watergate, and it’s going to send the United States on a collision course to the greatest constitutional crisis in its history. But…that’s a story for another time, and we’ll get there.

Does anyone else smell burning Spiro in here?

You nattering nabob of negativism!

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Indeed, what a fun and interesting way to live (or relive, for those of a certain vintage) through Watergate, one day at a time.

Kudos to the idea and well written execution so far!

As a kid I really didn’t know what was going on, even when watching the hearings. I mean, I was like early teens and reading at a high level, so I got the gist that Nixon had done bad things and that there were some sleazy dudes around the White House but the nuances rather escaped me. The televised news, especially the hearings, though, seemed dramatic even without a good understanding of stuff.

My earliest memories as a child of an ongoing news event was Watergate. My dad watched the CBS Evening News every night, and it was Watergate this and Watergate that. I didn’t know what that all meant, except for it seemed bad for the President.

But ever since then I have been fascinated by it.

BTW, a story that’s too rich to not tell, but which seems like it’s only 70% likely to have happened – even though the three lawyers who worked under Beall (I think they’re all still alive, though Beall himself died in 2017) swear it’s true.

So. Skolnick, Baker, and Liebman are all making some phone calls and seeing if they can find folks who’ll talk to them voluntarily. And obviously folks in power let others know that, hey, some federal prosecutors have made contact to ask some questions guys. Uh, that seems kinda not great?

And one day at the office – and again, they swear this happened – Spiro Agnew himself calls them. It’s still summer of 1972. No one’s been indicted, or even really formally questioned under an oath. And ol’ Ted Agnew tells the guys in the office to knock whatever they’re doing the fuck off. In the telling it was apparently a very short, one-sided call.

And Tim Baker says – mostly joking and with tongue in cheek – “I bet Agnew’s so pissed because he’s involved in this stuff.” And everyone has a laugh, they shake their heads and get back to work.