Pursuit of Honor Part 9
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"Let's just say I'm here because I feel it's my patriotic duty . . . that and because the president asked me to take his place."
"And why would the president do that?"
"Because I advised him to cancel this meeting."
Rapp asked the obvious question, "Why?"
"He was briefed by the FBI late last night about the ongoing manhunt, and let's just say it didn't go well."
"How so?"
"They don't have a single lead and the suspects that you took into custody the day of the attacks have all lawyered up and are refusing to talk."
"And this surprised the president?"
"Not entirely, but he is a man who expects results. He thought some progress would be made, but these three men have simply vanished. The FBI doesn't have a single solid lead."
"Well . . . when you fight with both hands tied behind your back it's hard to win."
"The president is starting to see things your way, but I'm getting ahead of myself. There was another development at the meeting. One of the deputy attorneys general also pointed out this sticky issue between you and Mr. bin Baaz. He went so far as to say he felt Senator Lonsdale had filed a false affidavit and that you in fact had abused the prisoner."
Rapp groaned, "I bet the president loved hearing that."
"It did not please him in the least." d.i.c.kerson turned even more serious. "He told the briefers that the only two people who seemed to have gotten anything done in the past week were you and Mr. Nash, and that in his honest and very important opinion, if men like you didn't have to spend so much time answering the Justice Department's inquiries, you might have been able to prevent the attack that occurred last week. He then went on to suggest that it might be a good idea if we stopped persecuting our own people and focused a little more on the terrorists who attacked us."
Kennedy said to Rapp, "The president called me after the meeting. He said he wanted to talk to you and Mike first thing. Thank you for the sacrifices you've made and ask you for a favor."
Rapp turned to d.i.c.kerson. "And you talked him out of coming?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Please don't take this the wrong way, Mr. Rapp, but I think it would be best if the president kept his distance from you."
CHAPTER 22.
RAPP really wasn't the insecure type, so rather than taking offense at d.i.c.kerson's comment, he began to laugh. He didn't need to ask for clarification. Any fool could see why a gamer like d.i.c.kerson would advise the president to steer clear of a man of Rapp's ilk. His curiosity, however, was piqued by the revelation that the president had suddenly taken an interest in his unique skill set. It was funny how that worked in Was.h.i.+ngton. Guys like Rapp were often viewed as the problem until the politicians themselves were threatened. really wasn't the insecure type, so rather than taking offense at d.i.c.kerson's comment, he began to laugh. He didn't need to ask for clarification. Any fool could see why a gamer like d.i.c.kerson would advise the president to steer clear of a man of Rapp's ilk. His curiosity, however, was piqued by the revelation that the president had suddenly taken an interest in his unique skill set. It was funny how that worked in Was.h.i.+ngton. Guys like Rapp were often viewed as the problem until the politicians themselves were threatened.
Rapp looked at d.i.c.kerson and with a slight grin said, "As you may have already guessed . . . it's pretty hard to offend me."
"No . . . I wouldn't imagine you care too much about other people's opinions. Probably not even the president's."
"I don't want to sound disrespectful," Rapp said. "He is our president after all . . . it's just that I've been at this a while. I'm a little jaded."
"So am I. I've worked in this town for fifty-five years. I've seen a lot of administrations come and go and while each one has its strengths and weaknesses, the good ones all have something in common."
"What's that?" Rapp asked.
"Deniability."
Rapp's face showed his surprise. There were a lot of words he could have antic.i.p.ated, but this was not one of them. "How so?"
"This is a s.h.i.+tty business and the chief executive needs to stay out of the s.h.i.+t. I served in the Navy after college. Learned a lot about a lot of things, but the thing that impressed me most about the Navy was the way they thought everything through to the tenth . . . twentieth . . . sometimes hundredth degree. The way they design those s.h.i.+ps is amazing. The training . . . everything is geared toward not just putting out a fire, but putting out the fire while still taking the fight to the enemy. You take a torpedo, up front below the water line, you close the watertight doors and keep fighting. You seal off that part of the s.h.i.+p and there more than likely are going to be some guys who aren't going to make it out . . . but you seal the doors anyway."
"Your point?"
"I'm that watertight door between you and the president."
Rapp thought about it for a moment and then said, "So in other words you expect me to put my neck on the line, but if things start going bad . . . water starts flooding the compartment, to use your a.n.a.logy, and I try to get out, you're going to slam that door in my face and let me drown."
Now it was d.i.c.kerson's turn to put a frown on. "No, that's not what I'm saying."
Rapp's version of the sinking-s.h.i.+p a.n.a.logy was more accurate than d.i.c.kerson would allow himself to see. The only problem was, the political operative, mostly due to his station in life, viewed the scenario from the top down. Not an unusual thing for a wealthy, successful person. d.i.c.kerson naturally saw himself on the bridge of the s.h.i.+p with the captain. To save the s.h.i.+p others would have to die. Conveniently, however, they would also be saving themselves. Rapp understood the draconian necessity in the military application, but in the political arena it was tinged with selfishness and arrogance. Especially when bracketed in the context of national security. The number of politicians in Was.h.i.+ngton who were willing to stand on principle and put the security of the country before their beloved party was quickly becoming a pathetically small group. They'd all spent too much time on the bridge and not enough time in the engine room.
Rapp leaned back and crossed his legs. "I think that's pretty much exactly what you're saying."
"No." d.i.c.kerson shook his head vehemently. "And trust me on this, the president is a big supporter of yours. I have advised him, however, that due to the way things work in this town it would be best if he kept a few people between himself and you. Especially in light of what he wanted to talk to you about today."
Here it is, Rapp thought to himself. He bet a guy like d.i.c.kerson billed between five hundred and seven hundred dollars an hour, and while it was unlikely that he would be charging the president for this slice of time, he was nonetheless an extremely busy man who wouldn't bother coming out to Langley unless it was something serious. Rapp thought to himself. He bet a guy like d.i.c.kerson billed between five hundred and seven hundred dollars an hour, and while it was unlikely that he would be charging the president for this slice of time, he was nonetheless an extremely busy man who wouldn't bother coming out to Langley unless it was something serious.
"As I already stated, the president is not happy about the FBI's lack of progress."
"I know some of those guys, and to be fair to them, the Justice Department isn't doing them any favors."
"I wouldn't disagree with you, but we are a nation of laws."
Rapp leaned forward and put out his hand, giving d.i.c.kerson the stop sign. "You know you're the second person today who has used that line on me and I gotta tell you I think it's a copout."
d.i.c.kerson was not used to people speaking to him so bluntly. "Really?"
"A throwaway line that means everything and nothing at the same time."
"You don't think we're a nation of laws?" d.i.c.kerson asked.
"No . . . I agree we're a nation of laws, but there are a lot of people running around parroting that statement without any sense of history."
"I think I have a very good sense of history."
"Then help me with this . . . when did we get so h.e.l.l bent on affording our legal protections to our enemies?"
d.i.c.kerson paused a beat and then said, "That's a complicated answer, Mr. Rapp."
"No, it isn't," Rapp replied bluntly. "You don't want to answer it because you're going to ask me in a very coded way to put my neck on the line and break these very laws you and the president pretend to hold so dear, and if I'm right about that, I'd appreciate a little honesty from you on this issue." Rapp paused for a beat and then added, "And don't worry, I won't be running to the press. Not my style. The only people I dislike more than politicians are reporters. I just want to make sure we're on the same page, before you send me down to the engine room to plug the leak."
d.i.c.kerson nodded as if to say, fair enough.
Kennedy held up a finger, looked at Rapp, and said, "If I may?"
Rapp said, "Go right ahead."
"This country of laws," laws," Kennedy said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "has a long history of curtailing its citizens' rights during times of war and national emergency. The Civil War is the most obvious example. Lincoln suspended what many would argue is the most sacred law of all . . . habeas corpus. During World War II, the FBI opened any piece of mail they wanted. They listened in on phone calls, intercepted cable traffic, and they did it all without a single warrant. And anyone who is naive enough to think we treated every POW to the exact standards of the Geneva Conventions has never spoken to a Marine who served in the Pacific. Not every j.a.panese POW was treated as well as we'd like to believe. FDR, a man who is considered by many to be one of our greatest presidents, interned thousands of j.a.panese Americans as well as German and Italian Americans. We simply rounded these people up based solely on their ethnicity and stuck them in prisoner of war camps until the war was over. Kennedy said in a slightly sarcastic tone, "has a long history of curtailing its citizens' rights during times of war and national emergency. The Civil War is the most obvious example. Lincoln suspended what many would argue is the most sacred law of all . . . habeas corpus. During World War II, the FBI opened any piece of mail they wanted. They listened in on phone calls, intercepted cable traffic, and they did it all without a single warrant. And anyone who is naive enough to think we treated every POW to the exact standards of the Geneva Conventions has never spoken to a Marine who served in the Pacific. Not every j.a.panese POW was treated as well as we'd like to believe. FDR, a man who is considered by many to be one of our greatest presidents, interned thousands of j.a.panese Americans as well as German and Italian Americans. We simply rounded these people up based solely on their ethnicity and stuck them in prisoner of war camps until the war was over.
"Then the Cold War came along, and despite all the people who have tried to rewrite history, the Soviet Union had a ma.s.sive intelligence operation here in the United States. Joe McCarthy may have been a drunk and an a.s.s, but that didn't make him wrong on the big issue. It is an undeniable fact that the Soviet Union was engaged in espionage on a colossal scale. They were recruiting agents, stealing our vital national secrets, and attempting to undermine our political process by funding communist and socialist political parties in this country. This little chapter in our nation's history was not simply cooked up by the alcohol-soaked brain of the junior senator from Wisconsin. So while there are a lot of people in America who would love to embrace compa.s.sion and tolerance, and they have correctly labeled Joe McCarthy a bully, they do so by conveniently ignoring the fact that the Soviet Union was doing everything that Joe McCarthy and J. Edgar Hoover and JFK and a whole host of political figures accused them of doing."
d.i.c.kerson's expression soured. "I think on this point we will have to agree to disagree."
"No . . . I don't think so," Kennedy said firmly.
Even Rapp was surprised by how forcefully his boss had responded to d.i.c.kerson.
"I don't want to sound disrespectful, Gabe, but I'm pretty sure I know why you're here, so I think you might want to hear our concerns before you ask us to risk our careers and possibly our freedom."
"Fair enough."
"Fifteen years ago, do you know what we used to do when we'd close in on a suspected Soviet spy? And I'm talking about the ones who had U.S. citizens.h.i.+p."
"I'm sure you would refer the matter to the FBI," d.i.c.kerson said, showing the hint of a grin.
"No," Kennedy answered seriously. "We'd grab them . . . usually in the middle of the night, and we'd take them to any number of undisclosed locations, and we'd use every form of interrogation you could imagine."
"And you weren't always right, were you?"
"Of the nearly one hundred cases I'm familiar with, there was only one instance where the individual turned out to be innocent."
d.i.c.kerson scoffed at Kennedy's claim. "How could you be sure?"
"Those groups you referred to earlier. The ones you represent."
"Yes."
"You know how they like to say torture doesn't work?"
"Yes."
Kennedy tapped her leg with her reading gla.s.ses and said, "Well . . . trust me, it does."
CHAPTER 23.
RAPP looked at his watch. He had a mental list two pages long of stuff he needed to get to, and sitting in his boss's office trying to persuade one of the president's closest advisors that torture worked seemed like it might be a waste of time. Rapp had found in his various appearances before the intelligence committees that you were wasting your breath if you tried to convince people in thousand-dollar suits who had Ivy League law degrees that torture was an effective and necessary tool against an enemy who refused to put on a uniform and intentionally targeted civilians. Given the right team and enough time to work on the individual, there wasn't a person out there who didn't break, but Rapp had learned the hard way that most politicians preferred an issue and a ready-made talking point to reality. looked at his watch. He had a mental list two pages long of stuff he needed to get to, and sitting in his boss's office trying to persuade one of the president's closest advisors that torture worked seemed like it might be a waste of time. Rapp had found in his various appearances before the intelligence committees that you were wasting your breath if you tried to convince people in thousand-dollar suits who had Ivy League law degrees that torture was an effective and necessary tool against an enemy who refused to put on a uniform and intentionally targeted civilians. Given the right team and enough time to work on the individual, there wasn't a person out there who didn't break, but Rapp had learned the hard way that most politicians preferred an issue and a ready-made talking point to reality.
Rapp had tired of trying to convince people that it worked. He'd come to the conclusion it would be like a major league slugger arguing with fans over why he swung or didn't swing at a certain pitch. If you've never been in that batter's box, with some freak of nature perched a little more than sixty feet away on an elevated mound of dirt, who was about to whip a hard white ball at you in excess of ninety miles an hour that might or might not hit you in the head, you really couldn't understand what it was like to decide in a split second to swing or not swing. It's easy to sit in the stands with a hot dog and cold beer and criticize, and it's every bit as easy to sit in a federal office building in Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C., and do the same thing.
In response to Kennedy's admission that they not only used torture but it worked nearly 100 percent of the time, d.i.c.kerson said, "There are certain things I don't need to know." He smiled uncomfortably and added, "This is why I advised the president not to attend this meeting. This type of discussion is way off the reservation. Having said that, I sympathize with your position. Does it bother me that I am surrounded by people who want so badly to be liked . . . want so desperately to be thought of as enlightened that they are willing to tear this country apart? Yes, it bothers me. Does it drive me to the brink of madness that there are people in this town who think the way to peace is to afford tolerance to an intolerant group of bigoted Muslim men? People who should know better, by the way . . . Yes, it drives me mad."
Rapp felt a glimmer of hope. He couldn't recall the last time he had heard someone this well connected speak so frankly.
"It is utter insanity," d.i.c.kerson said, "that the Justice Department has four men in their custody who we know for a fact helped plan and prepare for attacks that killed nearly two hundred of our fellow citizens. All four of those men were born in Saudi Arabia. Two of them have dual citizens.h.i.+p. Those men know things that could help us find the three men who are at large and possibly information that could help us prevent further attacks. And what are we doing?"
"Nothing," Kennedy said.
"They all have lawyers," d.i.c.kerson said while making a hopeless gesture with his hands.
"And," Kennedy said, "I was told the ACLU will be filing a brief this morning fighting any extradition to Saudi Arabia."
"Why am I not surprised?" d.i.c.kerson answered.
"They think that we will hand them over to the Saudis so they can torture them for us."
d.i.c.kerson thought about it for a second and said, "Not a bad idea.
" Rapp shook his head. "Actually, it's not such a good idea. The Saudis like to say they'll share information with us, but they rarely give us the whole story. They suck them dry, and then they kill them, and we only get what they want us to know, which never includes anything that might connect them to certain wealthy subjects as well as highplaced government officials."
"So what do we do?"
"With the four men in custody?" Rapp asked.
"Yes."
"Nothing," Kennedy answered for him, "unless the president wants to sign an executive order that authorizes us to use extreme measures."
"And a blanket pardon would be nice," Rapp added with a smile.
d.i.c.kerson suddenly looked less than enthusiastic about the new direction of the discussion. "The president was hoping you would take a more active role in the search for the three men who are still at large. This Lion of al Qaeda character has really got under the president's skin."
He was under Rapp's skin as well. "So, I'm not going to get the blanket pardon?"
"I don't think so, but there is something else I think I can help you with. I'm not sure if you are aware of this, but there are certain elements on the Hill who are already maneuvering to make this Agency and you, Director Kennedy, the scapegoat for what happened last week."
Kennedy said, "I was not aware of that, but it doesn't surprise me."
"Well . . . you have a PR battle that you have been losing for some time."
Both Rapp and Kennedy nodded. It was universally agreed that when the CIA did something well, it was never discussed, but when they screwed up, it was plastered across every media outlet for weeks, if not months.
"I think I can help you more effectively defend yourselves. Get out in front of these other groups before they strike. I can help shape your message. Get it told in the right way over the best outlets."
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