Fraternity: A Journey in Search of Five Presidents

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What if you set off on a vacation trip in search of history?and your destination was the men who had been president? Asking himself that tantalizing question, bestselling author Bob Greene embarked on a long journey across the nation, hoping to spend time with Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, George Bush and Ronald Reagan. The result of his odyssey is Fraternity.

This extraordinary book is rich with the sounds of the presidents? own voices: from Nixon explaining the ...

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Overview

What if you set off on a vacation trip in search of history—and your destination was the men who had been president? Asking himself that tantalizing question, bestselling author Bob Greene embarked on a long journey across the nation, hoping to spend time with Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, George Bush and Ronald Reagan. The result of his odyssey is Fraternity.

This extraordinary book is rich with the sounds of the presidents’ own voices: from Nixon explaining the reasons for his solitary walks through New York City streets at 5:30 every morning to Carter recalling the sting of his family’s being mocked for their rural Southern heritage, even after he had won the White House. Dramatic, funny, surprising and unforgettable, Fraternity reveals the human side of men who made history, along with the dreams of a nation.

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Presidents have responded variously to thoughts of leaving office. President Eisenhower welcomed it: "Oh, that lovely title, ex-president," he mused. John Quincy Adams regarded the prospect with undisguised horror: "There is nothing in life," he wrote, "so pathetic as a former president." Curious about the lives of ex-presidents, syndicated columnist Bob Greene went in search of that "smallest and most exclusive fraternity in the world." His 15-year project snagged five former chief executives: Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, George H. W. Bush, and Ronald Reagan. In wonderfully informal sessions, the ever-amiable Greene banters with these exalted retirees, learning about their unscripted transitions from Most Powerful Man in the World to weekend shopper.
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“Extraordinary” —Esquire

“Bob Greene at his best, full of perfectly captured ordinary moments that reveal our former presidents as the flesh-and-blood men they are.” —Chicago Sun-Times

“Brilliant . . . a captivating, colorful kaleidoscope of five significant private lives of public leaders. . . . Greene’s writing was never better.” —Paul Harvey, ABC Radio

“Exhilarating . . . Takes the reader on the ultimate road trip.” —Library Journal

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With his warm, affable syndicated columnist's voice, bestselling author Greene (Once Upon a Town, etc.) searches out the coterie of U.S. ex-presidents, that "smallest and most exclusive fraternity in the world." Starting with a rare 1983 t te-a-t te with Nixon, Greene interviews Carter, Bush Sr. and Ford. (Reagan's absence is due to his illness; the obvious omission of Clinton is never explained.) Avoiding talk of policy and politics, Greene delves into the safe minutiae of presidential lives: he peppers the fraternity with inane queries about exercise routines ("Is the Secret Service around when you do your sit-ups?"), wardrobe, favorite songs and movies (Ford's is Mrs. Doubtfire), the novelty of sleeping in the White House and wounded feelings over partisan name-calling. Above all, he goggles at their unfathomable fall from exalted supercelebrity to approachable semicelebrity. "Can you just go into a clothing store?" Greene demands of Ford. "What about that whole thing of going into the changing room?" Greene's few wrestlings with the meaning of the office ("It's like you're president of every town," he blurts to a preternaturally patient Bush) can verge on the inchoate. Carter, with a more substantial postpresidential public life than the others, receives the most substantial profile as a serious, tight-lipped micro-manager. Agent, Eric Simonoff at Janklow & Nesbit. (On sale Sept. 28) Forecast: While Greene's approach can make the exes look like feckless retirees,he has an undeniable knack for picking and softballilng subjects of great general interest; expect vigorous sales. Election fatigue will also send readers into their past president's presents. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Best-selling author Greene (e.g., Duty: A Father, His Son, and the Man Who Won the War) takes the reader on the ultimate road trip to visit the most select fraternity of all: America's past Presidents. During the 1980s and 1990s, Greene visited Richard Nixon, Jimmy Carter, George H.W. Bush, Gerald Ford, and Ronald Reagan, and the accumulated wisdom and stories from his trips offer rare glimpses into the lives and thoughts of the Presidents. Nixon and Ford spent several hours alone with Greene, and the resulting chapters are gems, but he could only accompany Carter and Bush on their busy, distracted schedules. Ford is the most at ease with retirement. He still keeps in touch with his high school football teammates, prefers ice cream to martinis, and claims that his favorite movie is Mrs. Doubtfire. This exhilarating book concludes with a bittersweet coda in which the late President Reagan cancelled a public appearance where he was to meet Greene because of the onset of Alzheimer's disease. Highly recommended for public libraries.[See Q&A with Greene, p. 98.]-Karl Helicher, Upper Merion Twp. Lib., King of Prussia, PA Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400054657
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 10/25/2005
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 1,463,619
  • Product dimensions: 5.83 (w) x 9.00 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Bob Greene is an award-winning journalist and a New York Times bestselling author whose books include Once Upon a Town and Duty. He has been the lead columnist for Life and Esquire, a contributing correspondent for ABC News Nightline and a syndicated columnist for both the Chicago Sun-Times and the Chicago Tribune. Readers may write to him in care of fraternitybook@aol.com.
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ONE

Voices

Here is what they said--some of it.

"I don't allow my feelings to be hurt," Richard Nixon said. "I learned very early on that you must not allow it to get to you. And as the years have gone on--and this used to infuriate my critics during the White House years--I made the decision not to respond, no matter how rough the attacks were."

I asked him about those two famous catchphrases--"Tricky Dick," and "Would you buy a used car from this man?" They had been thrown off so glibly, so routinely, for so many years by so many people who may have assumed that there was not really anyone on the receiving end, at least anyone who was listening. I wondered about the person who was, indeed, on the receiving end--Nixon himself. Had he ever heard the lines--the "Tricky Dick" and "used-car" lines?

"Oh, my, yes," Nixon said. "Yeah."

Were his feelings ever hurt?

"If I had feelings," Nixon said, "I probably wouldn't have even survived."

Here, along the journey, is what they said--some of it:

"I went to visit a middle school," Jimmy Carter said. "One of the bright young girls asked me why there's an old person who loses Social Security payments. I told her that couldn't happen--once you start drawing Social Security you don't lose it unless your income goes up.

"She said, 'No, my granddaddy doesn't make anything, and he lost his Social Security.' And I said, 'Sweetheart, you must be mistaken.' She said to me, 'Mr. Carter, you are mistaken.' She said, 'My granddaddy lives on the bridge over by the new domed stadium, and since he doesn't have a mailing address they cut off his Social Security.'"

Carter was talking about the mysteries of compassion--why the need to help others kicks in in some people's lives, and why others are able to walk away from the troubles of people who don't have enough--or at least are able to turn their heads, in the hopes of not seeing the troubles.

He said that the question from the girl in the middle school--the girl whose grandfather lived on the bridge--was not a question he would have heard in the schools of his own, more affluent, grandchildren, in their own, more prosperous, communities.

"I think most of us find it difficult to cross the barrier that we erect around ourselves," Carter said. "We prefer naturally to be among folks just like us, so we feel at home and we talk the same language, we wear the same clothes, drive the same kind of cars, go to the same kind of schools, live in the same neighborhoods, and we feel that that circle of friends won't put a burden on us.

"You know. They won't make us feel guilty. They won't make us feel obligated."

Here is some of what they said:

"We were out at a hotel in Hawaii," George Bush--the first President Bush, George Herbert Walker Bush--said. "Maui."

This was after he had left the presidency, he said. He and his wife had gone for a walk on the beach early in the morning, just to get some exercise and talk to each other and look at the water before the sun was all the way up, before the sand was full of tourists and vacationers. At a time of the morning when they could still have some solitude and privacy.

So George and Barbara Bush were walking near the ocean.

"And they had, on the beach, carved deep into the sand, a swastika," he said.

He said he didn't know who had done it.

"And in the middle of it, the Star of David," Bush said. "And next to it, another swastika.

"I got so mad--it was six in the morning, and I was walking with these Secret Service agents, and I was almost just crying."

He said he was unable to continue with his walk. The hotel, he said, was a "very rich, unbelievably secluded thing," and there was the swastika, on American soil, and the old World War II combat pilot who had become president of the United States thought of some of his comrades from the war, men who never made it home: "people who gave their last breaths," he said, to defeat the Nazis.

"Six o'clock in the morning," Bush said. "I took a rake, and I said, 'Let's clean this up, Barbara.'"

He did it himself--he found a rake and erased the swastika in the sand?

"Yeah," Bush said. "Yeah."

Here is what they said, some of it:

"I would be scared," Gerald Ford said.

We were talking about how Ford would feel if he had a child growing up in an American city today.

Ford had always seemed so optimistic about the country--he had always seemed to be skittish about nothing, nervous about no one. But he would be frightened for his sons and his daughter if they were children today?

"I would," he said.

And not just for his children. For himself, too.

If he didn't have Secret Service protection, he said, he would not want to take a walk through downtown New York or Los Angeles or Chicago all by himself late at night.

"I'd be apprehensive, alone," Ford said.

But he was always known as a big, strong guy, a former athlete who kept himself in shape.

"That doesn't do you much good when somebody comes up with a knife or a gun," he said.

In fact, such people had come up to Ford twice when he was president. Two women, on two separate occasions, had tried to assassinate him. Because the women failed, many people before long forgot about the incidents, at least about the specifics.

I asked Ford if he remembered the women.

"Yeah, the two of them," he said. "Sara Jane Moore, and . . ."

He tried to come up with the other woman's name.

"One of them wrote me," Ford said.

She had? From prison? I asked him which woman it had been. Squeaky Fromme?

"Squeaky, I think," Ford said.

So the woman who tried to kill him actually dropped him a note?

"There was a strange letter," he said. "Of course, she tried to and did escape. They caught her two or three days later."

Did the Secret Service show him the letter she had written to him?

"Well, that's interesting," Ford said. "The letter came to me, and I've saved letters from all kinds of people. Before I became president and after. And I had these evaluated for--I just wanted to know their worth. That was one of the most valuable."

He had shown the letter to an autograph dealer?

He started to laugh. "It's amazing," he said.

"You didn't sell it, did you?" I asked.

"Oh, no," Ford said.

So of all the presidential papers he had saved, all the documents that played a part in affecting the course of nations and of world politics, the one that would bring the most on the open market was a letter from a woman who had wanted to shoot him?

"Yeah," Ford said, laughing anew.

Here is what they said:

Come on out, Ronald Reagan said. Come have a visit.

He said it in a letter from the house where he lived in retirement in California.

By the time I got there, things had changed.

There's one thing they never said--never asked.

None of them asked what I was doing there. None of them asked why I had come to call.

TWO

Off to see the wizard

I'm not certain I could have given them a very good answer.

I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing there myself.

The best I had been able to sift it out in my own mind was that this was a trip of sorts--a vacation trip in search of history.

Many Americans make such trips--always have. They head onto the road to seek out the narrative story of our country--to see the places where the history has unfolded. Mount Vernon, Gettysburg, the White House, the Liberty Bell, Appomattox--there has long been a draw to packing a suitcase, buying a plane ticket or loading up the car, and setting forth to take a look at the saga of the United States close-up.

I don't know the precise moment when it occurred to me that it was possible to give oneself a different kind of trip like that. A trip to beat all trips--a journey that had the potential to be more fun than anything a travel agent could book. An uncharted excursion into American history.

The presidents--those who were still living, those who had held the office and had then gone back to their own lives--could be a destination in themselves. They were members of a fraternity--the smallest and most exclusive fraternity in the world. If they would say yes--if they would agree to the visits--the journey held the promise of providing memories that would last a lifetime.

Only in this country, it seemed to me, was such an idea even conceivable--only in the United States could a person decide to go looking for the men who had been the most powerful in the world, and stand a chance of the idea succeeding. The authority that Americans bestow on their presidents is born of the democratic instinct upon which the country was founded; a president is given his power because the citizens decide to grant it. Maybe--or so I thought--the members of the fraternity, the recipients of the gift of that power, never forget it. Maybe, in the backs of their minds, the instinct still exists to open their doors. Once, a long time ago, when they were first asking for votes, each of them had to knock on doors to introduce themselves to strangers. Maybe--I hoped--they would not reject a knock.

I knew, of course, that I could not just literally knock. I would have to write and ask in advance, and the trip could take years to complete. I also knew that, for this to work, I should not come to their doors in pursuit of breaking news. That's not what this journey was about--each of these men had seen his name in enough headlines to last him for eternity.

Instead, I would let the agenda and the itinerary write themselves. It would be a "what if?" journey. What if you set out on a long trip, with the hopes of encountering some people along the way--and what if the people were the presidents? What if you were determined to look for lowercase history--history spoken quietly, history related in unhurried tones by the men who, against all odds, had been the shapers of uppercase history?

What if you sought history as sort of a travelogue--history you went out to visit and then brought home from the airport with you?

Ours is an enormous nation--around the world our size and strength and wealth are oftentimes resented. But as vast as the American canvas is, its open secret is that when you look closely at the canvas, you always find the details to be utterly life-sized.

Any trip, or so I have learned over the years, has the potential to be a good one, depending solely on the people you run into. I wanted to start this trip with certain people in mind--I wanted to run into them on purpose. I wanted to try to go see the presidents, and to listen to them, just to find out what would happen.

Beyond the seeking-the-echoes-of-history of it all, in the back of my mind the trip had a theme. I hoped that the theme wasn't as quixotic as it sounded--these were men of substance, and we would, I hoped, talk about some substantial things along the way--so I never said the theme out loud, to the men or to anyone else.

But as I set off to find them--these men whose names were known all over the world; these men who had achieved immense authority but who, because they had risen to such high station, were inevitably cut off from the everyday lives of their fellow citizens; these men who were known by all but known by no one, whose exalted office had made them, paradoxically, ubiquitous to their countrymen yet, in the end, mysteries . . .

As I set out to find them, my silent, exhilarated thought was that of going off to see the wizard.

Follow the yellow brick road . . .

THREE

"Do you know how much that milkshake cost?"

This did not seem like the place where one would necessarily find himself waiting to see Richard Nixon.

The cafeteria--on a bottom level of a federal office building in lower Manhattan--was bare-bones and government-issue all the way, from the harsh fluorescent lights in the ceiling to the no-nonsense steel utensils, some wet and warm from just being washed, on the countertops around the big room.

It was well before 9 a.m., and most of the tables were occupied by men and women endeavoring to get their still-tired eyes opened with the assistance of jolts of coffee, before beginning their workday shifts for the various cogs of the bureaucracy of the United States, New York City division.

This was on a weekday morning early in the 1980s; it would be the first stop on my journey to visit the presidents, although at the moment, in the cafeteria, I had no idea there would be a journey, or that it would take the better part of the next two decades before the journey was through. All I knew, on this Manhattan morning, was that unless I had fallen for some intricately constructed prank pulled on me by someone with access to Richard Nixon's stationery, I would be seeing him within the next hour.

Nixon's letter had said to come at nine, but I am not a New Yorker and did not know my way around town all that well; I didn't want to take a chance on getting lost in traffic and being late. So here I was. A woman at the next table ate an egg-and-muffin sandwich and washed it down with--of all things, at this time of the day--a root beer. I made notes--jotted down questions I might ask him, if he really showed up.

I wasn't certain he would. Not that I would have any reason to think that--his letter to me had been clear that he would, in his words, "welcome a visit"--but this was at the juncture of Nixon's life when he had yet to reemerge from the almost total exile into which he had gone after leaving the White House. What would surprise me was not if he would cancel at the last minute; the only thing that had surprised me was that he had said yes in the first place.

From the Hardcover edition.

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  • Posted December 10, 2009

    Fraternity without much commonality

    Bob Greene, having interviewed five former presidents in and informal setting, you can get a sense of the types of person they would have been in private life. What I found is that the stereotypes generally associated with these people are pretty accurate.
    Nixon is uptight and formal, Carter is detailed and intense, Ford is unpretentious and easy going, Bush a commons sense guy with a great deal of integrity, and Reagan really never left Hollywood.
    An easy read but not much new.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2005

    Lost Oppertunity

    I bought this book hoping to gain some new insight on the living Presidents. The interviews with Nixon and Carter were pretty good, but the others were lacking. Reagan had given permission to be interviewed but before the meeting with the author could take place the former President's health began to deteriorate. Much of the book covers the author's opinions and this just amounted to quite a bit of 'fluff'. I wanted to hear what these former Presidents had to say, but there was not much of that. It was a great idea, but I came away with very little.

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