Inside: A Public and Private Life

Overview

Joe Califano grew up in a tight-knit working class family in Depression-era Brooklyn. His parents instilled in their son a work ethic, sense of self, and devotion to Church that stayed with him as he rose through the ranks of America's ruling class. From Jesuit undergraduate schools to Harvard Law, influential law firms, Robert McNamara's Pentagon, Lyndon Johnson's White House, and Jimmy Carter's Cabinet, Califano was hard charging, effective, and committed to his causes—whether that meant reforming the military,...

See more details below
Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (40) from $1.99   
  • New (10) from $1.99   
  • Used (30) from $1.99   
Inside: A Public and Private Life

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK
  • NOOK HD/HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$12.49
BN.com price
(Save 41%)$21.50 List Price

Overview

Joe Califano grew up in a tight-knit working class family in Depression-era Brooklyn. His parents instilled in their son a work ethic, sense of self, and devotion to Church that stayed with him as he rose through the ranks of America's ruling class. From Jesuit undergraduate schools to Harvard Law, influential law firms, Robert McNamara's Pentagon, Lyndon Johnson's White House, and Jimmy Carter's Cabinet, Califano was hard charging, effective, and committed to his causes—whether that meant reforming the military, working for equal rights for all, his struggle to be a committed Catholic in America, or finally his passion to combat addictions that ruin so many American lives.

The book is called Inside, and that's where it takes us—inside his public and private life—as Califano worked in the power centers of three Democratic administrations. He shows us how hardball is often necessary to make government serve its people. Califano remained "inside" even out of government, representing the Washington Post and Democratic Party during Watergate.

Inside is history, memoir, and a profoundly revealing personal drama of a powerful figure involved in many defining events of the last half century. It is a tale of how ambition, tenacity and courage, guided by deeply felt ethics, can move the world, from the inside.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

The Washington Post
Califano is one of the dwindling tribe of public men who write their own memoirs (and are capable of doing so); and this is a readable and valuable book … memoirists are entitled to an eccentric view or two, and in a personal memoir flights of fancy are to be expected. Happily, Califano's withdrawal into a quieter life has neither dulled his sense of mischief nor clouded his memory of many colorful maneuvers and manipulations whose recall makes this book memorable. — Edwin M. Yoder Jr.
Michael Tomasky
While Inside covers earth already trod by a thousand other books, Califano's particular story -- his rise to and use of power, his coming face to face with the generation aforementioned and finally his personal, faith-driven rejection of power -- is instructive for liberals today who are just now recovering from the long post-70's ambivalence about power and realizing that fire must be fought with fire.
The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
This is the most revealing political memoir from a Washington insider since Katharine Graham's Personal History. Launched into government out of Harvard Law School after a boyhood in middle-class Brooklyn, Califano (b. 1931) was a player in many of the key political conflicts of the past half-century. A "whiz kid" in Robert McNamara's Pentagon, he rose to be virtually "deputy president" for domestic policies under Lyndon Johnson. As a high-powered Washington lawyer during Nixon's administration, he represented both the Democratic Party and the Washington Post during the Watergate crisis. As Jimmy Carter's secretary of health, education and welfare, he launched a controversial campaign against smoking, defended Title IX anti-sex discrimination rules on college sports and grappled with ethical issues like in vitro fertilization-indeed, a running theme of this frank autobiography is Califano's inner struggles to reconcile the demands of politics with the dictates of his Catholic upbringing. There are a few startling moments: a youthful Hillary Rodham cursing out Califano at a congressional hearing in 1970 (two years before applying for a job at his law firm); Califano advising his friend and White House chief of staff Alexander Haig to have Nixon burn the incriminating Watergate tapes; House Speaker Tip O'Neill warning Califano that tobacco firms were capable of having him murdered for his anti-smoking stand. LBJ, Post publisher Katharine Graham and law partner Edward Bennett Williams emerge as Califano's heroes, while the portraits of Carter and New York governor Mario Cuomo are scathing. In sum, this is a revealing self-portrait filled with vivid scenes from four decades near the center of American government. 16 pages of b&w photos. (Apr. 6) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781586483388
  • Publisher: PublicAffairs
  • Publication date: 11/29/2005
  • Pages: 560
  • Product dimensions: 1.25 (w) x 5.50 (h) x 8.50 (d)

Meet the Author

Joseph A. Califano, Jr. held key positions in the Kennedy, Johnson, and Carter administrations as Defense Secretary Robert McNamara's top troubleshooter, LBJ's domestic affairs chief, and Carter's secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare. As HEW secretary in 1978 he started the first national anti-smoking campaign, calling cigarette smoking "slow motion suicide" and "Public Health Enemy Number One." In 1992, he founded The National Center on Addiction and Substance Abuse (CASA) at Columbia University.

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

INSIDE

A Public and Private Life
By Joseph A. Califano, Jr.

PublicAffairs

Copyright © 2004 Joseph A. Califano, Jr.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 1-58648-230-0


Chapter One

The Family

It was my first time on the South Lawn of the White House, 1 A.M. on Tuesday, July 13, 1965. We had just landed in President Lyndon Johnson's helicopter. I was returning from my first weekend at the LBJ ranch, where the President had asked me to be his special assistant for domestic affairs. As the President said goodbye, he smiled. "They tell me you're pretty smart, way up in your class at Harvard. Well, let me tell you something. What you learned on the streets of Brooklyn will be a damn sight more helpful to your president than anything you learned at Harvard."

The Brooklyn where I was born and grew up was less a borough of some 2.5 million people than a collection of lively parishes and neighborhoods nourished by Irish, Italian, and Jewish immigrants and first-generation parents. German-Americans, Polish-Americans, Spanish-Americans, White Anglo-Saxon Protestants, and African-Americans migrating from the south and Harlem lived there too. But in the early years of my life, two religions, Catholic and Jewish, and three ethnic heritages-Italian, Irish, Jewish-made up the world. Whatever their heritage, parents wanted their kids to be Americans with a capital A.

My father, Joseph Anthony, was born on November 6, 1899, in Brooklyn and baptized at the same church where his parents had married fourteen years earlier. He graduated from Commercial High on the border of Crown Heights and Bedford-Stuyvesant.

My mother, Katherine Eugenia Gill, was born on June 20, 1893, in Brooklyn. Fair skinned with blue eyes and blond hair, my mother graduated second in her class of eleven young Irish-American girls from St. Angela's Hall, a Brooklyn high school for Catholic girls. At her commencement on October 16, 1912, two essays received prizes: first prize went to "Emancipation of Woman," second to "Woman and Education." Eight years later, in 1920, the Nineteenth Amendment to the Constitution would give women the right to the vote.

Mother and Dad met taking a night course in Italian at Fordham University with Professor Alexander Ausilli, pronounced "Oh Silly" to the amusement of the Irish girls in the class. Italians and Irish rarely mixed at that time. My parents laughed for years about Mother and one of her Irish girlfriends using the word "gondola" to described a cannoli pastry the night they first dated.

When my father proposed, Mother's brothers and sisters, especially her older sister, May Gill Montague, were concerned that since Dad was a first-generation Italian-American, Mother would be marrying beneath herself. Mother's sister May, the matriarch of the family, nevertheless reluctantly approved the "mixed marriage" because Mother was already thirty-six. Five-foot-five Joe Califano and five-foot Kay Gill married late and for love on Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 1929, at St. Gregory's Church in Brooklyn.

I was born at 9:15 P.M. on May 15, 1931, at St. Mary's hospital in Brooklyn. Fifteen nights earlier, President Herbert Hoover had turned on the lights at the just-built Empire State Building, the world's tallest skyscraper. I was a blond, blue-eyed chubby baby, and though my hair was to turn to brown and my eyes hazel, that little fellow would never appear undernourished.

Despite trying, my parents were unable to have more children. Because of that and my mother's age-almost forty-at my birth, my father often said, "You are the only child God gave us and He gave us a good one." As far back as I remember, my parents and relatives treated me, as my cousin Jane Gill used to put it, like a "V.I.C."-very important child.

The first winter of my life was the worst of the Great Depression. Many people in Brooklyn slept with hot bricks at the end of their beds and stood on breadlines during the day. By the time I hit the terrible twos, Franklin Delano Roosevelt had succeeded Hoover as president and instituted the New Deal programs to combat the Depression, and Congress had repealed Prohibition, but my uncles continued to make their own red wine.

We lived in Crown Heights, just a few blocks from the border of Bedford-Stuyvesant, but we never thought of ourselves as living in Crown Heights. We thought of ourselves as living in St. Gregory's parish. My parents and relatives considered it a step above neighboring St. Teresa's parish, where, they said, the shanty Irish congregated.

Most of my aunts and uncles lived within walking distance of our apartment. Our building at 1030 Park Place, with the pretentious name "Brower Court" painted in Old English gold letters on the glass above the entrance doors, was six stories of red brick with several apartments on each floor. Our sixth-floor window looked out on Brower Park across the street, which housed the original Brooklyn Children's Museum in two converted mansions. On early winter mornings, we were often awakened to the sounds of coal dropping into barrels from chutes on the side of trucks and of hot-water water radiators banging and whistling in our apartment. Other neighborhood noises included the ice truck, which came to fill each icebox, and the milkman, who delivered bottles of unhomogenized milk (with the cream floating on top) to each front stoop or apartment door.

We patronized the stores on Kingston Avenue: a pharmacist, small grocer (where butter and sugar were spooned out of tubs), butcher, and candy store with comic books and penny seltzers. On Nostrand Avenue, a few blocks away, we bought clothes and shoes and went to the tailor and shoemaker. All the merchants were either Italian or Jewish.

* * *

My mother told me many stories on those walks to the stores, in our small kitchen as she fixed dinner, and at night in my bedroom. She loved to tell of the four Gill brothers who came from England to the United States in the early 1800s. Three stayed in the Carolinas; the fourth, from whom Mother was descended, returned to England. Mother always considered it a mark of status that her family had some English roots and had lived in America for more than a hundred years.

As Mother recounted it, the four brothers were part of a staunchly Protestant family that lived in Devon during the mid-seventeenth-century reign of Oliver Cromwell, when virulent anti-Catholicism swept across England and Ireland. One evening during a violent storm, the family of the brother who had returned to England heard a terrible pounding on the door. Opening it, the Gills saw a huddled, soaking wet, shivering man. They took him in, stirred the fire to dry his clothing, and gave him food and drink.

The next day, the man said he was an Irish Catholic priest who had secretly entered England to provide sacraments to Catholics, but now there was a price on his head. He needed to reach France so he could flee to America. The Gills dressed the priest in a woman's clothing to hide him in their home for about a week, when they placed him on a boat to the safety of Normandy's coast.

The night the priest left, he profusely thanked the Gills and said, "I have nothing to give you except some books."

"And what books might they be?"

"These are books about my faith. They explain my beliefs. I want you to have them."

As he was leaving, the priest placed the books on the table over the protests of the Gills, who did not want to accept something so dangerous to them and precious to their visitor. Eventually curiosity took over, and surprisingly the family found the books to their liking. The Gills emigrated to the Galway region of Ireland, embraced the Catholic faith, and established themselves as businessmen, running hotels and operating ferries.

Grandfather Thomas Peter Gill was born in Brooklyn in 1845, one of seven children of Irish immigrants John Gill, a dry-goods merchant from Ballinalee in Longford, and Mary Fahey, who had emigrated from Eyrecourt in Galway. Grandfather Gill was christened in St. Peter's Church on Barclay Street in Manhattan, the same church that in 1805 baptized a converted Catholic named Elizabeth Ann Bayley Seton, a friend of the Gill family who would become the first American-born saint.

In 1862, at age fifteen, Grandfather Gill ran away and, claiming to be eighteen, joined the 47th Regiment of the New York State Militia to fight in the Civil War as a private in the Union Army. My Mother would show me Grandfather Gill's letters to his mother. "Dear Mother," he wrote on June 4, 1862, "I tend to my prayers as well as I can and am going to church every Sunday I can. Dear Mother do not send the Metropolitan here [the Metropolitan Record was a New York diocesan paper that Archbishop John Hughes began in 1859]. It would be a laughing thing for the red-necked Protestants for I don't think there is a Catholic in the Company besides myself."

When the Civil War ended, in 1865, Grandfather Gill returned to Brooklyn, where he clerked in a law office, aspiring to be an attorney. Then doctors told him that he had tuberculosis and urged him to find work outdoors. He became a ship's carpenter and during the administration of President Grover Cleveland was chief clerk of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, responsible for handling mail, payroll, and invoices.

Grandfather Gill married Delia Veronica McQuade, also born in Brooklyn, and they had nine children, two of whom died in infancy. My Gill grandparents died before I was born, but my mother prayed for them every day.

For every one of those stories my mother told me about her English and Irish heritage and her father fighting in the civil war, she told me ten about "the Gill women."

My great aunt Marcella Gill at age eighteen entered the convent of the Sisters of St. Joseph and became Sister Mary Celestine Gill. Sister Celestine was committed to provide a first-class education to Catholic girls who, because of their religion and economic status, were denied admission to the finest private schools. In 1906 in Brooklyn, she founded St. Angela's Hall, an elementary and secondary school for women. In 1916, Sister Celestine started St. Joseph's College for Women in Brooklyn and served as its first dean.

Mother was also proud of her father's cousins, Lucy and Elizabeth Gill, who were born in Galway, Ireland, and came to lower Manhattan in 1868. They entered the Ursuline convent, where Lucy became Mother Irene and Elizabeth became Mother Augustine. In 1886, they established "Board Classes" for women who wanted to become teachers, at the time the only Catholic teacher training for women in New York City. Mother Irene left New York City to start a college for Catholic girls in New Rochelle. Founded as the Ursuline Seminary for Girls in 1897 with ten boarders and sixty day students, it soon became the College of New Rochelle, the first Catholic college for women chartered by New York State. By 1929, with 157 graduates and 802 students, it was the largest Catholic women's college in the nation.

For my mother-who wanted to be called "Mother" not "Mom" or any other colloquial appellation-the journey to Brooklyn began in Devon, England, and Galway, Ireland. For Dad-who preferred the warm informality of that name to either Father or Pop-the story began in Sorrento, Italy.

My grandparents, Giovanni Califano and Candida DeGennaro, met in Brooklyn, but both had emigrated from Sorrento, a town on the Italian peninsula. My paternal great grandparents, Antonio Califano and Mariarosalina Martino, lived in a house that still stands on Via Casa Nicca, a cobblestone street in Meta di Sorrento. At age twenty-four, Giovanni sailed from Naples to America on the Caledonia with his brother and 340 other Italians, arriving in New York on February 27, 1882. Like his father, Antonio, Giovanni had been a sailor who, as he told it, traveled to many nations around the world through many life-threatening storms, before settling in Brooklyn.

Grandpa Califano turned down an offer to head the grocery department at Abraham and Strauss, a premier Brooklyn department store, because he wanted to be his own boss. Instead, he opened a produce store and lived on the floor above it. Grandpa always had a pencil behind his ear to tally customers' bills on the back of their brown paper bags; he never had a cash register.

Grandpa Califano met my grandmother in a local bakery when the two of them were buying bread early one morning. The seventh of seven sons, he asked Candida DeGennarro to marry him on the seventh day after they met. He was twenty-eight; she was eighteen. She immediately accepted his proposal, over the objections of the Sessas, a banking family from Sorrento that had brought my grandmother to the United States to be their children's nanny. Giovanni and Candida were married in 1885, in Sacred Hearts and St. Stephen's, a small wooden Roman Catholic Church in South Brooklyn. They had nine children, three of whom died in infancy.

After Grandma Califano died in July 1939, Grandpa would sit alone in his Morris chair, talk little, and weep often. That December, Grandpa Califano died of a heart attack. I was only eight when he died, but he drew so many simple pictures of boats for me as he recounted his adventures that I can draw them exactly as he taught me to this day.

* * *

Dad went to work in 1925 as secretary to the advertising manager at International Business Machines Corporation (IBM) at 50 Broad Street in Manhattan, one of 2,633 employees then. He was promoted to working on the IBM newspaper and became the Administrative Assistant of the IBM World Trade Corporation in 1949. When IBM World Trade moved in 1954 to the United Nations Plaza at 46th Street and First Avenue, my father relished having an office facing the UN and meeting Secretary General Dag Hammarskjold, whose book, Markings, he insisted I read.

Dad had a loyalty to IBM that is incomprehensible in the twenty-first century. He never entertained the thought that he might work somewhere else. Ten years after his retirement, Dad wrote to Thomas J. Watson, Jr., "As for myself, after spending 39 years with IBM, it will always be a part of me."

Dad meticulously obeyed the dress code of IBM founder Thomas J. Watson, Sr. For years he wore highly starched or stiff cardboard-collared white shirts, conservative neckties, and dark suits because "that's what TJ wants." My father even brought home and occasionally sang, as my mother played the piano, the IBM march, "March On With IBM," and the IBM rally song, "Ever Onward," which contained lyrics like:

March on with IBM. We lead the way! Onward we'll ever go, in strong array; Our thousands to the fore, nothing can stem Our march forever more, with IBM.]

Continues...


Excerpted from INSIDE by Joseph A. Califano, Jr. Copyright © 2004 by Joseph A. Califano, Jr.. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Table of Contents

Prologue IX
1 The Family 3
2 The Early Years 15
3 Born, Bred, and Branded Catholic 21
4 A Jesuit Education 32
5 A Harvard Law School Education 45
6 Landlubber in the Navy 52
7 A Bite of the Big Apple 57
8 Political Awakening 63
9 Comfortable and Catholic in New York 67
10 Ringing Doorbells for Kennedy 74
11 A Whiz Kid in McNamara's Pentagon 86
12 In the Army on the Home Front 101
13 Getting Fidel 115
14 When Kennedy Was Shot 128
15 Isthmus Insurrection 130
16 Troubleshooting for McNamara 137
17 The LBJ Years 151
18 Recharging Batteries 188
19 Washington Lawyer: Arnold & Porter 191
20 Washington Lawyer: Williams, Connolly & Califano 216
21 The Democratic Party's Cultural Revolution 236
22 Watergate 267
23 Putting the First Amendment First 309
24 Washington Pals 321
25 The Last Secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare 325
26 What's Next? 372
27 My Own Law Firm 379
28 Hilary Paley Byers 390
29 Lawyer in the House 400
30 From Washington to Wall Street 413
31 A New Life 450
32 The Annulment 464
33 Confronting Cancer 473
A Final Reflection 491
Acknowledgments 495
Photo Permissions 497
Notes 499
Index 519
Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Be the first to write a review
( 0 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(0)

4 Star

(0)

3 Star

(0)

2 Star

(0)

1 Star

(0)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously

    If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
    Why is this product inappropriate?
    Comments (optional)