Iraq post-9/11: Bob Gates, Careerist Sycophancy, and
the Real History of the Deep State
A veteran CIA officer explains to Salon exactly
where the agency has gone wrong for decades — and
the consequences
By Patrick L. Smith
February 17, 2016 "Information
Clearing House"
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"Salon"
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In a lengthy exchange with Ray McGovern, or when you
listen to him speak, a lot comes at you. This is a
former C.I.A. officer who, as branch chief in the
analysis section, counted daily White House
briefings among his tasks. Given his years out in
Langley, Virginia—from the early Kennedy days until
he retired in 1990—he was witness to the agency’s
collapse into a factory producing politically and
ideologically motivated “intelligence.” Long before
the end, Langley had turned into a building full of
“prostitutes”—McGovern’s word “not too strong.”
McGovern can get very granular as he describes what
he saw. Elsewhere in the News, a discriminating new
website that searches out material you ought to see
but may miss, just posted
this
remarkable radio interview, in which McGovern
analyzes the fate of the 2002 intelligence report
advising the Bush II administration there were no
weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. More than a
million deaths and one Islamic State later, McGovern
tells us what this kind of corruption looks like
from the inside and how it felt to watch it.
We explore
such things in this, Part 2 of the lengthy interview
I conducted with McGovern when we found ourselves at
a conference in Moscow last December. But two other
things struck me as I prepared the transcript.
One, I
tipped my later questions toward the personal, and
McGovern did not flinch. Along with the story of an
institution’s decay, he here describes his inner
turmoil as his conscience—which is
formidable—started sending distress signals. Maybe
readers will be as moved as I was. Maybe they will
draw from it as much as I did.
Two,
McGovern’s true offering now, beyond the
inner-circle accounts of how things were, is a
posture—a way of standing in relation to the world
of crisis we find ourselves living in. McGovern
never declares his courage—he is, indeed, highly
self-critical of some of his judgments—but his guts
and commitment ought to be evident, and they are two
other things the rest of us might learn from.
He likes to
quote Camus. “We have nothing to lose but
everything. So let’s go ahead,” the French writer
said when he won the Nobel in literature in 1957.
“This is the wager of a generation. If we are to
fail it is better, in any case, to have stood on the
side of those who refuse to be dogs and are resolved
to pay the price that must be paid so that man can
be something more than a dog.”
McGovern
had this in the speech that got me to pick up the
telephone and call him a long while back. “I think
it has relevance today,” he added quietly before
moving on.
You
began your analysis work [in the C.I.A.] with the
goal of developing rational policies that might be
of use in enacting legitimate change in the United
States’ government and its foreign policy. When did
you become disillusioned with this endeavor? Did you
fall off your horse on the way to Damascus?
This makes
for a less interesting story, but the answer is no.
It
was gradual?
When I
joined the agency, the headquarters had just been
constructed. John Kennedy was president. Chiseled
into the marble foyer: “You shall know the truth,
and the truth shall set you free.” So I’m looking at
that and I’m hearing my Irish grandmother saying
[slips into a thick brogue], “Be truthful and
honest, Raymond, and you won’t give a damn what
anyone says about you.” [Laughs]
I thought,
“This is going to be a good place to work.” And it
was. My portfolio was Soviet foreign policy toward
China, the international communist movement,
Vietnam. Then it broadened out into other things
when I became branch chief. I could tell it like it
was. Since the Soviet Union was high in priority,
every month or so something I wrote or something my
branch people wrote would get before the president
the next morning. That’s as good as it gets! Would
they change it up the line? Well, they’d fix the
spelling and the grammar, but no, they wouldn’t
change it.
Was that
always the case? No, it wasn’t. There were some big
things—when, for example, Dick Helms [Richard Helms,
C.I.A. director, 1966-73], bowed before [General
William] Westmoreland on Vietnam and missed a chance
to stop the war halfway through. And we have great
regrets about that. I could have spoken out then and
didn’t. That’s why we give a Sam Adams Award every
year.
It wasn’t
formally so, but generally speaking, if LBJ came to
us, which he did, and said [begins an impression of
Johnson’s Texas drawl], “We have these blue-suit
guys with all the stars, and they say we’ve got a
B-52, these big, big, big, big planes.
They’re going to drop bombs and we’re going to seal
off the Ho Chi Minh trail. What do y’all think about
that?”
Now, we
suppress the laugh and say, “We’ll get back to you.”
Two days later, after a decent interval, we say,
“Mr. President, we have to tell you, with all
respect to your blue-suited generals, the Ho Chi
Minh trail doesn’t look anything like I-66 or I-95.
You can’t see most of it from the air, with the
[jungle] canopy and stuff, and besides it’s not one,
it’s about 161 trails. No matter how many big bombs,
you’re not going to be able to interdict the flow of
men and supplies. And No. 2, we know Ho Chi Minh.
Sam here literally took him into Hanoi after the war
[World War II] on his shoulders. He’s a nationalist
before he’s a communist. He’s not going to give up.
As a matter of fact, Mr. President, No. 3, nobody
ever gives up just on the bombing.”
So what’s
the lesson from that? The lesson from that is, man,
we did our job! But the president? Well, the
president had other considerations. He didn’t want
to be the first president to lose a war. So he
disregarded our advice and became the first
president to lose a war.
Is
that one source of your disillusionment? Agency
analysis conducted with integrity being either
ignored or doctored?
No, ignored
is O.K. That’s the system. We elected LBJ.
Doctored?
No. I’ll tell you how the “doctored” happened. A
fellow worked for me, his name is Robert Gates
[later C.I.A. director, 1991-93, and defense
secretary under George W. Bush and Barack Obama]. He
was a young analyst and pretty bright, not as bright
as some of the other people in my Soviet foreign
policy branch, but he was so ambitious that you’d
see him floating around two levels above me and he
was a very disruptive influence in the branch. Here
I am, first branch, first managerial position, and I
figure at efficiency report time, this is the
process where you adjust that. So, I didn’t check
with my fellow branch chiefs, who were giving
everybody outstanding appraisals, and I wrote what I
thought about Bobby Gates. I said, “Reasonably
bright, good future, but he needs to stop being so
transparent in his ambition because he’s a
disruptive influence in the branch.”
He objected
to that, and 10 years later he becomes chief of all
analysis. What happens then? Bill Casey [William
Casey, C.I.A. director 1981-87] is in; Ronald Reagan
is in. Bill Casey sees a communist under every rock
in Nicaragua. Bobby Gates turns over the rocks and
says, “I see two of them, Mr. Casey. There are two
of them there.” Everyone who saw Russians under
rocks in Nicaragua got promoted.
I say this
for an important reason. We’re talking 1981, right?
It takes a generation to corrupt an institution.
Fast forward to 2002, when people who Bobby Gates
promoted because they saluted smartly and saw a
Soviet under every rock—not because they cared much
about the substance of things—they’re around a table
when George Tenet [C.I.A. director, 1996-2004]
finally comes back from the White House and says,
“Damn, we have to do an estimate on weapons of mass
destruction in Iraq.”
Senator
Graham [Bob Graham, Florida Democrat, 1987-2005,
chair of the Senate Intelligence Committee] says
that he’s not going to let a vote happen before a
war in Iraq without an estimate.
I don’t
know this to be literally true, but I used to sit
around that table. He [Tenet] just got back from the
White House and can’t avoid the estimate anymore. Of
course, they were avoiding the estimate, because an
honest estimate [on WMD] would have said, “There
ain’t none!”
So [Tenet
says], “We can’t avoid that anymore. And just two
things: We have to do it in 10 days and it has to
come out the way Dick Cheney said it was on the 26th
of August.”
Now we’re
talking mid-September in 2002. [The Bush II White
House authorized the invasion of Iraq the following
March.] If any director had said that to us in my
day, we would have said, “Ha! George, that’s a good
one! But you’re not serious, right?” And if he said
he was serious we would have been the hell out of
there. Maybe there’d be one or two sycophants
hanging around, but he’d know he had an insurrection
on his hands. These careerists in managerial
positions said, “O.K., we can do that. Ten days? No
problem.” Why 10 days? Because they wanted to force
a vote in Congress before the midterms [of November
2002]. It was very, very clear. Somewhere I read
that Rumsfeld actually acknowledged that.
What I’m
saying here is that’s how it happened, and I was
very lucky because I was briefing Vice President
[George H.W.] Bush and all of Reagan’s chief
advisers—[Defense Secretary Caspar] Weinberger,
[Secretary of State George] Shultz and the rest of
them. It was one-on-one and I could tell them the
truth. This was when Bobby Gates was chief of
analysis. There were occasions years later when I
finally realized that Bush, for example, was well in
on the Iran-Contra stuff, but by and large I could
tell the truth on substantive matters—including on
Nicaragua—and I did.
I remember
one morning when I carried in to Shultz a piece just
pulled off the TASS ticker indicating he had just
been invited to visit Moscow. How to R.S.V.P. would
be a delicate decision; he and I both knew that my
bosses Casey and Gates, as well as Weinberger and
other hardliners, were telling President Reagan that
Gorbachev was just a clever Commie trying to take us
in. At the same time, Shultz knew of my experience
in Soviet affairs and that I remained in constant
dialogue with analysts I could trust—those still
putting truth-telling above career advancement and
saying Gorbachev seemed to be the real deal. When
Shultz probed my personal views, I was not about to
join the malleable managers Casey and Gates had put
in place to take the agency “party line”—Caution:
clever Commie ahead.
Surely not
just because of me, but he [Schulz] goes to Moscow
and finds out Gorbachev is the real deal.
There are summits between Reagan and Gorbachev,
largely because Shultz prevailed over Casey, Gates,
Weinberger and the clowns who were the national
security advisers at the time.
I was lucky
from ’81 to ’85, but when I could retire in 1990 I
did, primarily because the politicization had
already eroded not only the operational part but the
analysis part of the agency, and that was really sad
to see. I had completed enough time overseas to
qualify for early retirement, reduced annuity, but I
knew I had to get out of there. So that’s when I
left.
With information handled in this way, the
implication would seem to be that a great many
decisions having to do with our conduct abroad are
made in a condition of blindness or detachment from
reality. Is this so?
I would say
not blindness but myopia. Or really better would be
astigmatism. From my perspective as an intelligence
officer, undue weight is given to political
considerations of a domestic variety. That’s why we
didn’t end Vietnam when we should have. That’s why
we did a lot of things that we shouldn’t have.
Domestic considerations prevail. The system is such
that that’s the way it should be. So what’s the
answer? We have to elect presidents with integrity
and with some kind of feel for who their advisers
should be. How Obama ever thought that he could
invite Hillary Clinton and Bobby Gates [into his
cabinet]—that’s crazy!
I
saw Chalmers Johnson shortly before he passed away
and recall him saying to me one evening, “The day
Obama named Gates his defense secretary, I knew it
was all over.”
[Laughs]
Really? Oh, good! Because he [Johnson] has a real
good rep in Washington.
You
seem to suggest that the moment has arrived when one
must stand outside the tent and urinate in, if I
may. You use phrases such as “out of channels” in
your speeches. This has big implications if it
applies beyond agency people but also to journalists
and others. Being outside the tent is not an easy
place to be. What are your thoughts on this?
The
benefits are out of this world. [Laughs] I look at
myself in the mirror and say, “Well, I’m doing
everything I can.” I don’t know how those other guys
look at themselves in the mirror, except they get a
lot of money. I guess that helps. I think we can
make a difference, and I’m just pleased as punch
that so many people have joined us in Veteran
Intelligence Professionals for Sanity and also in
the Sam Adams Associates for Integrity in
Intelligence—young people, people spirited and
brighter than I am and more energetic now. So we may
be what, in biblical terms, would be called a
remnant. But the remnant comes back. It lives in
Babylonian captivity for a while but then it grows
back.
One of the
things I actually do believe is that Americans, in
particular, are guilty of giving success inordinate
attention. What I mean is this: A normal American
won’t embark on any significant action without
having a reasonable prospect of success. Nobody
wants to be laughed at. One of my heroes is Dan
Berrigan [Father Daniel Berrigan, the noted antiwar
activist]. After the first major action [the
“Catonsville Nine” activated in 1968], when they
poured homemade napalm on draft cards, they end up
in the only federal building in Catonsville,
Maryland (and it’s the post office). Dan is
wrestling with this question. “This is a major
action,” says Dan. “Was it worth it? Are people
going to call me a Commie? Call me stupid? A clown?
Was it worth it?” Says Dan, “I came to the
realization that the good is worth doing because
it’s good. Success is not unimportant, but it’s
secondary.”
The beauty
or the goodness or the truth of the act speaks for
itself. The result is really out of our hands. So
let’s not, he says, be deterred by always trying to
make sure we’re successful. He says, “I took great
consolation in that because I knew what I was in
for, and I said ‘Well, you know, success, don’t
dismiss it, it’s not unimportant, but it’s
secondary.’” [Berrigan was convicted in 1968,
sentenced in 1970, fled and was re-arrested. He was
released from prison in 1972.]
And that’s
how I come at things. It keeps me going, and more
important lately have been the young people who have
retired [from the agency]. One I can think of
exactly, she joined 20 years after me, retired 20
years after I retired, she’s 20 years younger than
me and she is an incredible person. I traveled
through Germany with her for eight days last
September. What an incredible experience it was, not
only for us to do our job there. It was the first
week of the major refugee crisis, and she’s fluent
in Arabic. So we arrive at this bahnhof in
Rostock, on the Baltic, way the hell up there, and
the place is full of open suitcases and refugees
from Syria, and there’s a big sign on the wall: “All
have the same rights.” And the Germans are feeding
these people. My friend goes down and chats with
them in Arabic. And they’re like, “Oh man, somebody
speaks Arabic!”
So all I’m
saying is that these people are coming out of the
woodwork now—of course, the NSA guys who joined our
movement and we’ve been nourished by—so that we know
a lot of things. What I’m saying is that our old
colleagues, a lot of them, show some shame when I
run into them in the men’s room at the opera or at a
funeral. At least I don’t feel that shame.
What can you say about relations between the C.I.A.
and journalists today? The Church Committee
revelations of press people working for the agency
landed like bombs. [The committee conducted a Senate
investigation of intelligence operations in 1975.]
And I’ve wondered ever since, “Are we supposed to
think it ended there? The practice was terminated?”
It’s a not-done among journalists to suggest
publicly that someone’s working for the agency. It’s
a career-wrecker, so an ethical question. One
doesn’t do it without evidence, which is more or
less impossible to come by. I know three recent
cases that were point-blank obvious—Australian
correspondents in Asia working for an American
newspaper. In Washington and the foreign bureaus, I
can think of half a dozen names, even more, that
have to be compromised—unless the agency is getting
a very cheap deal. Are there still people working
two jobs, to put it delicately, as so many were in
the ’70s?
Bill Colby
[William Colby, C.I.A. director, 1973-76], as you
probably remember, let himself say, “We control
probably 90 percent of the important people in the
media.”
Yikes! Did he? It holds in the cases I mentioned, as
their senior editors had to know.
Yeah. Carl
Bernstein wrote a major article on that. I worked
directly under Bill Colby. I had a lot of respect
for him. I wonder what happened to him; I was
overseas when he perished. [Colby died while
canoeing in 1996 under unclear circumstances.] I
always thought, “Bill, for God’s sake, hyperbole
like that!”
But you
know what? As I watched things happen—for example,
Jeremy Scahill [the journalist associated with
Intercept] and the others coming out with
documentary evidence from a new Snowden [document]
about the effects of drone strikes. When I see four
drone operators confessing that they feel ashamed
and that they have PTSD [in consequence of] what
they did, and one of them saying, “I have 1,372
confirmed kills and they gave me a medal for that.”
Is anything like that [published] in the New York
Times? No. Washington Post? No. My God! It doesn’t
have to be everybody in the media, but the guys who
are running things, I suppose.
You
say solitude is the hardest thing you’re faced with.
I wonder why you say this. There’s solitude and
there’s loneliness—light and dark sides of the same
moon—and I place some value on the former so long as
it doesn’t tip over into the latter.
It’s hard
to be ostracized from a profession you’ve given your
life to. What I conclude is that, really, I’m being
loyal to that profession and everybody else is being
ostracized. [Laughs]
You’re doing the ostracizing. Good.
A lot of it
has to do with my faith background. I worship with
an ecumenical community now. I’m a Catholic by birth
and still consider myself a good Catholic, and like
some of the things [Pope] Francis has said,
especially the “blood-soaked arms trade”—he says
this in the Congress of the United States! [Laughs]
Where I
worship now, the pastor and founder of this small
ecumenical church was a chaplain with the 101st
Airborne Glider force flying into Normandy on the
first day [D-Day, June 6, 1944] and finished up at
the Battle of the Bulge because the 101st
was the only tempered group [battle-tested unit]
that could relieve those guys at Bastogne. He came
home after the war and decided that there was no
difference between the young G.I.s who were
“churched”—he meant churchgoing—and those who
weren’t churched: Neither knew what to expect. Long
story short, he started a very new church which was
involved very much in the inner city where I work.
As I was leading the school—which was trying to
dispense the trial-and-error type of learnings we
have from being involved in setting up nonprofits in
the inner city—all of a sudden my former profession
becomes prostituted—and that’s not too strong of a
word—and I start writing op-eds at night. San
Francisco Examiner, Charlotte Observer, Hartford
Courant—wherever I can. [Laughs]
The pastor,
who’s the CEO of the school, says, “When are you
doing this?”
I say, “All
night.”
He says,
“You know, maybe you should do this full time.”
I say,
“Well, you know, I need the salary you pay me to run
the school.”
He says,
“We’ll get the salary. What do you think?”
So I went
home and talked to Rita and she says, “Yeah, that
sounds all right.” So I said fine.
He said,
“Well, there’s one condition.”
I said,
“What’s that?”
He says,
“When you write, we’re going to ask you to identify
yourself with the Ecumenical Church of the Saviour.”
I said,
“Gordon, that would be terrific, but what’s in that
for you?”
You know
what he says? He says, “Well, No. 1, that’s what
church should be doing. That’s what church is for.
No. 2, when they come for you, Ray, I want it to be
so that they’ll have to come for all of us.”
[Laughs]
That was 10
years ago. At one point somebody says to Gordon,
“Well, when are you going to retire, and Gordon
replies, “‘Retire’ is a secular concept.” [Laughs]
We’re near the end. If you want to step back from
this question I won’t press it. You may find it too
personal, or difficult, but I’m going to ask it
anyway.
You
once quoted the German poem “Guilt” in a speech.
This struck me. I was moved as I listened as you
unwrapped the poem. Do you feel that you were too
late in doing what you did?
[Albrecht Haushofer, a geologist at the University
of Berlin during the war, wrote “Schuld,” a sonnet,
when the Gestapo arrested him and demanded a
confession before executing him. Haushofer turned
the occasion upside down, writing of his true guilt:
“I should have earlier recognized my duty. I should
have more sharply called evil ‘evil.’ I put off my
judgment too long.” McGovern quotes the poem in
German.]
In a
sense, yes. I knew General Westmoreland was
lying through his teeth on Vietnam,
specifically on the question of how many
Vietnamese Communists were under arms in the
south. I knew that because Sam Adams, my
colleague in the analysis division of the
C.I.A., found it out. He went out to Saigon
and found out that they were deliberately
halving every regiment, every battalion,
whatever. So he came back, and I said, “Sam,
for God’s sake, this doesn’t make any sense.
Generals have incentive to magnify the size
of the enemy. What’s going on here?”
And he
says, “Ray, you know the weekly kill rate
and the original figures for how many
Vietnamese Communists under arms there
were—like 250,000 or 300,000. The press
corps in Saigon is not the brightest, but
they can do arithmetic. If you admit that
there are 500,000, and that’s how many there
are, they’re going to do the math in
Saigon.”
We’re talking the 20th of August
1967, and he says, “Yesterday morning came
in a NODIS”—a “no dissemination,” very
closely held. You had to go up to the
director’s office to read it. A NODIS from
General Abrams, Westmoreland’s deputy. And
he says specifically, “We can’t possibly go
with the higher numbers because we have been
projecting an image of success in this war
and there’s nothing we can say, despite
adducing all the caveats, that will prevent
the press from drawing an erroneous and
gloomy conclusion.”
I
said, “Sam, he said that in writing?”
Sam
says, “Yeah, it’s right upstairs.”
Sam
was a real straight arrow. I knew that he
would never go to the New York Times. You
have to realize that the New York Times was
an independent newspaper in those days. If
you took something to them, and they
backstopped it and looked into it and found
it to be almost certainly authentic, they
would put it on the front page. So here I am
thinking, Sam’s not going to do this, maybe
I could ask Sam to burn me a copy of that
thing. It would have been difficult because
it was in the director’s office and all, but
somebody needs to take that down to the New
York Times bureau, Sheehan or somebody else,
and give it to them. We’re talking August
1967. That way maybe people can see the
God-awful deception that’s going on here.
[Neil Sheehan was in the Times’ Washington
bureau; in 1971 he obtained the Pentagon
Papers from Daniel Ellsberg.]
Well, McGovern had a nice, plum assignment
in Munich coming up, he had three children
at the time, and he had a big mortgage, and
he said to himself, “You know, I think maybe
I’ll wait until I get more gravitas and more
what the Germans call Format
[literally form or shape, in this case
meaning weight, position, seniority.] Next
time there’s something like this I’m going
to let ’em have it.” So I chickened out.
Sam
Adams fought through the system, went
through channels just like Tom Drake did in
NSA, and got nowhere. Went to the IG
[inspector-general] and said, “Dick Helms
should be fired for giving in to
Westmoreland, knowing that Westmoreland was
wrong.” Got nowhere. Sam Adams died from an
early heart attack at age 56, no explanation
for it, incredibly grieved.
You’ve seen the Vietnam Memorial [ Maya
Lin’s controversial monument near the
National Mall in Washington]? It’s in the
shape of a “V.” There would be no “V,” there
would be no left arm of that thing, because
there wouldn’t be any names of dead G.I.s to
carve into that granite. That’s a heavy
burden. We’re talking August ’67. Tet [the
Viet Cong and North Vietnamese Tet
offensive] came in ’68.
One
of the things Sam couldn’t resist, he sent a
cable out to Saigon and said, “Gosh, it’s
amazing that we should be suffering some
casualties from all those battalions that
don’t exist.” So there’s no humor to that.
Sam went to an early death. I still feel
that I muffed that one, and that’s probably
one reason I feel that so strongly when you
get a guy like Ed Snowden or a guy like
[Julian] Assange or Bradley Manning [now
Chelsea Manning] who have the conscience.
Bradley Manning, how old is he, 28 or
something like that?
Pretty
young.
That’s what Snowden was. They didn’t have
all this moral, theological training, all
this ethics. They didn’t know there were
supervening values to telling the truth.
They just instinctively knew the right thing
to do. And McGovern screwed up. That’s the
thing that comes to mind first. For the rest
of my career I did try to do the right thing
and did stand up for stuff and was
marginalized at the very end.
I
had a charmed existence as briefer of the
president’s daily brief, because George H.
W. Bush and I got along really, really well.
Same went for Shultz, despite the fact that
he hated my bosses. Weinberg was a cold
fish; you never knew what… In other words,
for those four years I was sort of
protected, and in 1985 I had only five years
left. That was it.
Are
you an optimist or a pessimist? Years ago I
took to asking this whenever I interviewed
someone during a long journey around India,
counterclockwise from Bombay. As many times
as I asked, I got that many interesting
replies. I put it to a sociologist in
Ahmedabad, a truly kinetic thinker called
Shiv Visvanathan. He leaned across his desk
and didn’t miss a beat: “It’s obvious. Of
course I’m an optimist. Why would I bother
with critique if I weren’t?”
So I
think I know your answer, but I’ll ask
anyway. Which are you?
Optimist, for sure. For the reason you just
mentioned, but also because I have nine
grandchildren and I can see them alive and
prospering. And I can see my children, of
whom we’re immensely proud, and thanks to
their mother have turned out really well.
Be
careful to distinguish between optimism and
hope. The latter can prove a treacherous
friend.
Oh,
darn. [Laughs] You’re too good, Patrick.
That’s a real bitch to ask me about.
“Optimist of the will, pessimist of the
mind.” Gramsci.
I
suppose that would be a good description. I
want to believe that these problems are
addressable, but when I think about things
like global warming or even the blood-soaked
arms trade, they all seem so…
Impervious to language. Impervious to
thought, even.
And
so monumental. It’s really hard. But then,
you know, we’re not supposed to know
everything. The Soviet Union did fall apart,
and good things do happen quite unexpectedly
and not always well-predicted or even
well-explained after the fact. It’s a little
bit more than hope. It’s kind of, you know,
“The arc of the universe bends toward
justice.” I do believe that.
So do
I.
When our youngest granddaughter was born two
years ago, I was thinking, “Wow. My daughter
is now 36. She’s the youngest. When Nora
[the granddaughter] is 36, she’s going to
have one hell of a problem deciding whether
it’s a responsible thing to do to bring new
life into the world.” And that’s about the
hardest thing…
I
can’t imagine a more difficult thing for a
grandparent to say.
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