The next morning when he arrived at the hospital, George Keller was informed that his father had died peacefully in his sleep during the night.
He took the first flight back to Paris. He had never felt more lonely in his life.
The moment he cleared customs at Washington's Dulles Airport, George picked up the phone and called Catherine Fitzgerald at the Nader office.
"Hi, how was the trip? The papers said you did well in
Moscow."
"It's a long story," he replied. "Right now I need an urgent favor from you."
"The sound of that worries me, Dr. Keller. You never do anything without an ulterior motive. What exactly is it you're after?"
"A wife," George replied.
The-re was sudden silence at the other end of the wire.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"You know I have no sense of humor. Now, will you marry me?"
"I won't say yes unless you name a specific time and place."
"How's Friday noon at the clerk's office at the Municipal
Center on E Street?"
"If you're even one minute late," she warned playfully, "I
promise you I'll walk." -
"And if you're late," he retorted, "I promise you I'll wait. Now do we have a deal?" -
"Let's say we've had a successful negotiation," she
replied. And before hanging up, added with sudden tenderness,
- "George, I do love you."
After the wedding, Cathy permitted her parents to give them a small reception at the family home in McLean, Virginia. There were several of Cathy's old friends from school, a few Nader's Raiders, some of her father's law partners and their wives. George invited only one
couple-Henry and Nancy Kissinger.
The Secretary of State proposed a witty toast that utterly disarmed and enchanted the bride, who had spent the preceding
night dreading the thought of seeing her old nemesis.
"I hope we can be friends now," Henry smiled as he kissed
Cathy.
"Dammit," she replied happily, "it's true what they say about you, Henry. Your charm is irresistible."
"I hope you hear that, Nancy," quipped the Secretary to his new bride. -
For a Republican working in Washington, D.C., late July
1974 was hardly a time for honeymoons. Though Cathy moved into George's townhouse right after the wedding, she barely saw him. And then only very late at night.
For now it became increasingly deaf that because of the Watergate scandal, Nixon was going to have to resign from office. -
While Henry Kissinger metaphorically-and sometimes liter-
- ally-held the tormented President's hand, George helped
Al Haig set the White House in order.
If his wedding had lacked confetti, it was more than made up for by the mass of shredded paper emanating from the
Executive Mansion late those evenings as George "deepsixed" documents that various members of the "Palace Guard" brought in to him.
George destroyed the material so quickly that he didn't
have a second to determine what he was being given. He simply stuffed it into-burn bags to be carted off.
Cathy was - awake when he arrived home one morning at three o'clock.
"I don't know whether to offer you a nightcap or breakfast," she joked. "If it were anyone else, I'd think there was another woman."
"Hell, it's like a deathwatch over there, Cath. Al Haig feels it's only a question of time."
"Why doesn't Nixon just quit and put everybody-especially the country-out of its misery?"
George looked at her.
"It's a helluva decision," he said softly.
"Yes, but he's got a helluva lot to answer for."
"So does every politician," George responded. "We've all got some kind of skeleton in our closet."
"Not you, Georgie," she said, embracing him. "You're still a high-minded public servant, aren't you?"
"Of course," he answered, trying to seem jocular.
"Then why not quit while you're ahead? When Nixon goes, let's go too."
"Don't be silly, Cathy. Now's the time the Administration needs me most."
He didn't add that it was a rare opportunity to make a quantum leap ahead in his career.
'Ah,' she said, kissing him on the cheek, "my patriotic husband."
At eleven-thirty on the morning of August 9, Henry
Kissinger buzzed George to come into his office. - The White
House Chief of Staff was also present.
"Morning, Al," said George, cheerily doing his best to imitate a military salute.
Haig merely nodded somberly in the direction of the Secretary of State, who was seated at his desk holding a small piece of white paper.
"Oh," George said solemnly, "is that it?"
Kissinger nodded and handed George the document, which read simply:
Dear Mr. Secretary,
I hereby resign the office of President of the United
States.
Yours truly, Richard M. Nixon
- George scanned it several times and looked at Haig.
"Where's the President now?" he asked.
"Strictly speaking," Kissinger replied, "at this moment there is no President."
Haig concurred. "Yeah. Just think, George. Right now the three most powerful guys in the United States-and by
consequence the world-are standing together in the same room. Does it feel good?"
"I'm not sure," he replied noncommittally. But it did, in fact, feel very good.
"Anyway," said Kissinger, rising from his chair, "unless we
--want to rule as a triumvirate, we'd better head for
Gerry's swearing in."
Gerald Ford had spent the majority of his adult life as a contented congressman from Michigan. He had never aspired to the White House. And yet now he had become the most powerful leader in the Western world, in a tension-filled atmosphere he did not really relish.
The responsibility of office did not weigh too heavily on Ford. He could meet that challenge. But he couldn't bear the cutthroat competition among his aides for access to his ear.
Old football player that he was, he could recognize a tackle
- trying to break through to reach the quarterback. And he knew he had to clear the field to give himself some running room,
Obviously, Kissinger had to remain for continuity-and for the nation's image in the world.
Yet, despite the fact that Haig insisted that the new President badly "needed him," Ford wanted to get at least this Nixon courtier away from Washington. Happily he found a glittering pretext.
He got Al Haig appointed Supreme Commander of the NATO
Forces-thereby transferring him to Brussels. He would remain in the White House just long enough to help in the negotiations for the Nixon pardon.
Then, to establish his own global stature, Ford set off with Kissinger to meet Brezhnev at a summit meeting. Naturally, George Keller was in tow. And he was so
conspicuously effective that during the long flight home on
Air Force One, the President invited him to his quarters.
"What did you talk about?" Kissinger asked with a scintilla of jealousy as he returned to his seat.
"You won't believe this, Henry," he replied. "It was about football." -
"But, George, you don't know the first thing about the game.
"Listen, Henry, if there's one thing I learned at Harvard, it was how to pretend that I always know what I'm talking about."
George and Cathy Keller quickly became the most popular young couple on the Washington social scene.
And George soon discovered that his wife had a remarkable gift for "party politics." She could initiate a dialogue for
him with anyone, and was especially adept at dealing with the Fourth Estate. The press "discovered" the up-and-coming Dr. Keller and wrote admiringly.
There was only one difficulty. George could not adapt to marriage.
There weren't parties every night, and sometimes he would come home from the office and have no one to talk to but Cathy. He would discourse knowledgeably about the issues of the day. But he was really talking at her.
Marriage vows did not make him less guarded with his
emotions. He could give, but he couldn't share. He could make love, but he couldn't make her feel loved.
Still she was undaunted, patiently waiting. Surely he
would ultimately master the art of intimacy, the way he had every other challenge in his life.
But in the meanwhile she had her own life to live. George had his career, but Cathy had a cause.
Three years earlier, Congress had approved the 27th
Amendment to the Constitution, prohibiting sex discrimination against women. If it could be ratified by two-thirds of the states, the equality of male and female would become the law of the land.
Cathy wanted to pack her bags and join the pro-ERA
bandwagon to barnstorm the uncommitted states.
"Catherine, this is ridiculous," George complained.
"You're the last person in the world who needs an
equal-rights amendment. You're strong, you're independent, you're a gifted lawyer. My God, if you'd apply yourself, you could become a Supreme Court judge."
"But, George, isn't 'altruism' in that vast vocabulary of yours? I'm not doing -this for me. I want to stand up for the millions of people who are doing a man's job and getting a woman's pay."
"Cathy, you're starting to talk like a pamphlet."
"Well, it's only fair, George. Most of your dinner conversation is like an interdepartmental memo. Do you think it's fascinating just because it's about someplace like Afghanistan?"
"Are you accusing me of being boring?"
"No. I'm just accusing you of thinking that all that
matters in the world is what goes on in your office." She sighed in exasperation. "Can't you appreciate anybody else's commitment?"
George switched to a more personal plea. "Look, what really bothers me most is that we'll be separated."
"I couldn't agree more," she said, and added
sarcastically, "So why don't you take a vacation and come on the road with me?" -
His best arguments could not dissuade her. In the end, she even convinced him to drive her to the airport.
Cathy lost count of the -number of speeches she made. Paradoxically, she often found the women harder to convince
than the men. Most of them were actually frightened of losing their "second class" status. But she could empathize with their feelings; they had been so inculcated to be
subordinate that they were afraid of being unable to stand on their own. Her job was to give them the courage of their own worthiness. And it was damn tiring.
In the space of three months, she and her fellow crusaders harangued, debated, and cajoled their way across Illinois, Oklahoma, and Florida in a heroic-if losing-effort. Although they regularly spoke by telephone, she and George
did not see each other till Memorial Day weekend, when they were Andrew's guests at the Eliot summer house in Maine.
As they were flying back to Washington, Cathy remarked,
"Your old roommate is lovely. Why isn't a guy like that married again?"
"I'm afraid he lacks confidence," George replied.
"I noticed. But I don't see why. I mean, he's so kind and considerate. And he's got a great sense of humor. I think what he needs is a good woman to straighten him out.' -
"That would take a lot of doing, Cathy. Do you know anybody up to the job?"
"There must be dozens of women," she replied. "I mean, I could do it." She smiled at him. "But of course I'm spoken for."
- "Lucky me." He smiled back, taking her hand.
"You're right, darling. I'm glad you finally noticed." Late one afternoon in November 1975, George was alone in his office, dictating comments on an area report, when