Hell To Pay Part 1

h.e.l.l To Pay.

By: Barbara Olson.

To my best friend and mentor, my husband Ted, and to the future for our grandchildren, Hayley, Jillian, and Kirstin.

ONE.

HILLARY'S BABY.

"Life is a corrupting process from the time a child learns to play his mother off against his father in the politics of when to go to bed; he who fears corruption fears life."

-- SAUL ALINSKY, RULES FOR RADICALS.

Do you remember Hillary's preelection baby? In the summer before the 1996 election, when the Clintons' popularity had waned and it seemed as if the struggle for reelection might not succeed, Hillary Rodham Clinton let journalist Walter Isaacson know that she and the president had "talked about" adopting a baby. She let it slip that they were "talking about it more now." She added, "I must say we're hoping to have another child."*1 That baby was never adopted, and the story dropped from sight. It seems the polling numbers weren't so bad after all, and the Clintons'

Republican opponent, Bob Dole, was having trouble simply walking and talking at the same time.

But the baby story had its intended effect. It softened Hillary's image as a cold, steely ideologue in the aftermath of the health care debacle. Along with her book, It Takes a VIllage, the baby story allowed the American people to picture Hillary as a warm and caring person, a potential new mother, a caregiver.

Above all, it transformed her from a liability to an a.s.set in Bill Clinton's bid for reelection to the presidency. To some, she is Saint Hillary. To others, a high priestess of feminism and a manipulator. Of course, Hillary is no Joan, Antigone, or Lady Macbeth, but she has played each role to the hilt.

I have come to know Hillary as she is--a woman who can sway millions, yet deceive herself; a woman who has persuaded herself and many others that she is "spiritual," but who has gone to the brink of criminality to ama.s.s wealth and power.

I came to know Hillary Rodham Clinton when I served as the chief investigative counsel for the House Government Reform and Oversight Committee, then chaired by the distinguished and gentlemanly William F. Clinger.

For months, five of us investigated the FBI and Travel Office scandals in a tiny windowless secure committee room on the first floor of the Rayburn House Office Building. This room was chosen after early drafts of our doc.u.ments were mysteriously spirited from our garbage can to the press.

We changed our locks; not even the cleaning crews had access to our tiny room. I generally arrived at 6:30 AM and tried to leave for home before 8:00 PM. My colleague Barbara Comstock continued the vigil and wouldn't leave until around 4:00 AM. It was here that I pored over details of Hillary Rodham Clinton's role in several of the Clinton administration's unseemly political maneuvers. It was here that we wrote and rewrote the interrogatories for her to answer under oath and deposed her friends and loyal soldiers--from Harry Thomason, to Abner Mikva, to Bernie Nussbaum, to Bruce Lindsey.

The members of my seasoned investigative staff would each tell you they have never seen anyone better able to keep her stories, however improbable, straight. She was unflappable when presented with d.a.m.ning evidence and was adept at darting nimbly to a new interpretation that put that d.a.m.ning evidence in the best light.

I have never experienced a cooler or more hardened operator than Hillary Rodham Clinton. The investigators working for Independent Counsel Kenneth Starr found, as we did, that in one White House scandal after another, all roads led to Hillary. To investigate White House improprieties and scandals, the evidence necessarily led to her hidden hands guiding the Clinton operation.

We came to see that, essentially, Hillary is a woman animated by a lifelong ambition. That ambition is to make the world accept the ideas she embraced in the sanctuaries of liberation theology; radical feminism, and the hard left. We came to see her as a politician who invented her own strategies of protective coloration, who learned to mask her true feelings and intentions. She has become a master manipulator of the press, the public, her staff, and--likely--even the president.

Only in retrospect have we ever seen the mask slip. Only when we look back and remember the story line of last week, or last year, does the coyness of her soft words seem to be belied by the hardness of her deeds. The real Hillary is visible only when we wonder: What happened to the notion of that baby? Or when we ask ourselves what Hillary knew and when she knew about Monica Lewinsky--was it before or after she accused the Washington Post and every major news outlet of serving a "vast, right-wing conspiracy"?

More than twenty years before my investigation of her, Hillary Rodham sat in a similar room, perhaps with the same safes and creaky dials, to perform a similar investigation: Watergate. Few Americans realize the extent of the role that Hillary, as a Watergate investigator, played in destroying Richard Nixon. Few Americans realize the extent to which she burnished her political skills in the Watergate cauldron, practicing the bare-knuckle tactics of the highly politicized House Judiciary Committee on the Watergate Impeachment Committee.

Nor are many Americans fully aware of the extremes to which she has gone in order to protect and abet Bill Clinton's secret life. The supreme irony is that this 1960s liberal, as a partner to Bill Clinton, has become ever more darkly Nixonian in her outlook and methods--though without Nixon's self-knowledge, statesmanlike substance, and redemptive Quaker conscience.

Still, the "vast, right-wing conspiracy" was a touch of Nixonian rhetoric--albeit, from the left--for a woman with a Nixonian frame of mind. She has learned the skills of attack and counterattack from the best. White House a.s.sistant to the President for Management and Administration David Watkins wrote that there would be "h.e.l.l to pay"

if the first lady's orders were not followed in dispensing of the career White House Travel Office employees. And he understated his case.

Over the years Hillary Clinton has a.s.sembled and skillfully used an a.r.s.enal of opposition researchers and private detectives that her one-time mentor, d.i.c.k Morris, now identifies as a "secret police"

that has been used in "a systematic campaign to intimidate, frighten, threaten, discredit, and punish innocent Americans whose only misdeed is their desire to tell the truth."

Hillary is not merely an aider and abettor to this secret police operation. She has been its prime instigator and organizer. In the political life of the Clintons, it was she who pioneered the use of private detectives. It was she who brought in and cultivated the professional dirt-diggers and smear artists. It was she whose obsession with secrecy was so intense that when White House Counsel and former judge Abner Mikva finally bowed to the law and delivered subpoenaed doc.u.ments, she and her White House scandal team lashed at him with such a vicious streak of humiliating profanity that he resigned. And then there is the public Hillary of It Takes a Village--gentle, mother-earth, and caring--sweet-talking the American people into socialism for their children.

Hillary Clinton is a determined, focused leader who rapidly rose to the top ranks of the radical left, and who now seeks to foment revolutionary changes from the uniform of a pink suit. She used Arkansas as a laboratory for her ideas. As first lady, she tried to wield direct power on the national level and failed. Now she is inventing a career beyond her husband's, to make her own place in history--to find a path to ultimate power. But serving as the junior senator from New York will not provide a stage big enough for such ambitions. Like Eleanor Roosevelt before her, Hillary Clinton seeks nothing less than an office that will give her a platform from which to exercise real power and real world leadership.

TWO.

DREAMS OF POWER.

"It is not enough to persuade them of your competence, talents, and courage--they must have faith in your ability and courage. They must believe in your capacity not just to provide the opportunity for action, power, change, adventure, a piece of the drama of life, but to give them a very definite promise, almost an a.s.surance of victory."

-- SAUL ALINSKY, RULES FOR RADICALS.

In the yearthat Hillary would marry Bill Clinton, 1975, she entertained the notion of becoming a United States Marine.

She was a Yale law graduate living in Fayetteville, Arkansas, but still well known and well regarded among the liberal luminaries of the East. A year before, as a congressional staffer working on Watergate, Hillary had helped force a Republican president to resign.

Her efforts as a dilettante advocacy laurer on behalf of the Children's Defense Fund and her self-important, soph.o.m.oric writings arguing for a radical expansion of children's rights had established her as a rising star in the liberal policy firmament.

Now she was teaching at the University of Arkansas law school with her future husband. Everyone knew the next act: She would marry Bill, and he would run for statewide office.

Yet one day this lady law professor sailed down to a Marine Corps recruitment office and offered herself up as an officer in the U.S.

Marine Corps. She was rejected, because of her age and her myopia, she says. But she obviously had much more working against her. And why would she want to leave the man she loved, her career, and her friends to join the military? A patriotic desire to serve her country? To prove her worth?

This episode has long been a standing joke among her friends, seen as a moment of fanciful lunacy, perhaps her way of issuing a direct challenge to the very heart of American masculinity: Does the Marine Corps have the guts to take in someone like me? She may even have believed she would have lasted past noon of her first day of Marine Corps boot camp. Or perhaps she sought to give her politically ambitious young husband a layer of defense against future draft-dodging charges. There is, however, another interpretation.

PURSUING POWER.

Perhaps Hillary was looking far off, into the distance, not at her husband's needs and possibilities, but at her own. Perhaps she knew that if she ever ran for office, she would have an invaluable advantage as a female candidate if she had a record of military service that so many of her make contemporaries lacked.

Like so many politicians, the need for elected office had come early to her. She had become vice president of her junior cla.s.s in high school.*1 She was elected to student government twice in college.

The second time as president of her cla.s.s at wellesley, a position that allowed her to make a grandiose, cant-laden commencement speech that transformed her into a radical celebrity.

Now the Ford years had come, and the storms that had ravaged America's campuses were quieting. Vietnam was winding down, and there was little possibility of a war that would take her, as a Marine reservist, too far away from Bill and her new civilian life.

Hillary had already put together quite a resume as a campus leader, a law professor, and an embryonic legal scholar. Imagine how a Marine Corps ring would have rounded out that image? She would have macho credentials that would prove she could run with the boys to balance her blooming feminist and leftist stature.

Hillary has never been a piker in the dream department. As a teenager, she yearned to become the first woman astronaut. Like the marines, NASA rejected her, and it is no coincidence that her husband has made a point of pouring millions of dollars into programs to train women astronauts. As an adult, she now yearns to become the first woman to be elected president of the United States of America.

Why else would she be running for the U.S. Senate? Certainly not for money.

HarperCollins editor Judith Regan offered Hillary $5 million for her memoirs.*2 She could easily pull down $50,000 per speech in lecture fees and honoraria that are forbidden to senators. She could make a senator's salary, in three days as a civilian.

Such a life, however, would lack the accoutrements of power. Jean Houston, the spiritualist and certified FOH, speculated for the Washington Post that being Hillary was like being Mozart with his hands cut off.*3 Hillary undoubtedly believes it.

She began her time as first lady as the second part of the two-for-one deal, a near equal of the president, and a part of a White House triumvirate in which she was as powerful as the vice president.

The collapse of her health care plan put her on the defensive. And then it got worse. The press discovered her fingerprints, figuratively and sometimes literally, on scandal after scandal--from the firing, smearing, and attempted framing of the White House Travel Office staff, to the ransacking of White House Deputy Counsel Vince Foster's office after his suicide, to billing records that materialized in the White House residence like a gift from the starship Enterprise. She began to look like an albatross, and lost clout, becoming the weakest member of the triumvirate.

After a lengthy period of petulance and sulking, suddenly all of that was behind her. The president had his own scandal, one entirely of his own making, and one in which she was the most visible and pathetic victim. The world poured out its heart to her, and admired her posture of stoic dignity while her husband and everyone else in Washington seemed to be throwing their sense of self-respect out the window. The year of Monica restored her popularity.

"Like the moon," ex-advisor d.i.c.k Morris wrote in his memoirs, "Hillary only shines or--one suspects--receives affection, when her husband is most luminous. She seems most brilliant when Sat.u.r.day-night Bill has strayed, gotten caught, and needs his wife to rescue him."*4 CROSSING HER RUBICON.

This time the klieg lights had really come up on an appalling and pathetic Sat.u.r.day-night Bill. And Hillary shined more brightly than she ever had in her life.

During the 1998 elections, the president's appearance before Democratic crowds in New York evoked polite applause. But when she was introduced, the faithful erupted in cheers. As she basked in the radiating warmth of adoring crowds, it seemed as if the time had finally come to strike out on her own.

Hillary found receptive audiences--and presidential-level press coverage--when she visited laid-off textile workers in New York and the enclaves of rich movie stars and celebrities on Long Island.

Something like this had happened once before, on a more modest scale.

After Hillary had helped her husband pa.s.s his educational agenda as governor of Arkansas, there had been a boomlet of support for a candidacy of her own as governor. She could succeed and extend the Clinton era in much the same way as Lurleen Wallace had extended that of her husband, George, in Alabama.

For a brief time, both Clintons entertained the notion and studied the polls. Hillary told her friend and law partner Webb Hubbell how her candidacy "might energize a new generation of females in the state."*5 But the dreams, frustratingly, had to be deferred. The polls and strategists, the only real G.o.ds in the Clintons' place of worship, argued convincingly for Bill to run for another term as governor.

Now here it was again, a tantalizing opportunity, a thrilling chance, a new possibility in which it would be her political needs and her time in the sun that would dominate their political marriage.

On the very day the nation heard Monica Lewinsky give her first interview on ABC's 20/20, Hillary visited the Adrien Block Intermediate School in Flushing, Queens, New York. The visit of a first lady to a public school would normally merit scant media attention. On this visit, when she walked into the auditorium, Hillary must have been momentarily blinded by the lights of twenty-five television cameras from the networks, from cable, and from stations as far away as Berlin and Tokyo.

Ever since the eighth grade, Hillary had relished, and privately stoked, public speculation from her friends and allies that she would run for public office. Now her good friend and advisor, Susan Thomases, whetted Hillary's appet.i.te to run for the Senate in New York. Other friends and admirers had been handing out t.i.tillating rumors to favored media allies like bon-bons. She was no longer denying them. She crossed her Rubicon, or at least the Hudson, on a spring day when Staten Island Democratic leader Robert Gigante leaned over and asked her point blank if she had any news.

"Yes," she said.

"Does that mean you're running?"

"Yes," she said.*6 She started working a list of two hundred prominent activists and liberal leaders throughout New York State put together by former White House Deputy Chief of Staff Harold Ickes, the bare-knuckled strategist and longtime street fighter of New York politics.

Political consultant Mandy Grunwald; avaricious fund-raiser Terry McAuliffe; pollster Mark Penn; media consultants like David Doak and Hank Morris; and liberal stalwarts like William Lynch, the former deputy mayor in the d.i.n.kins administration, all began to orbit the Hillary camp. A New York political team had visibly coalesced as Hillary began the public spectacle of scouting for a home in Westchester and let it be known that the Clintons planned to vacation in New York.

At this same time, the president began to voice doubts about Al Gore's electability to friends and reporters. If he was to have a legacy, it would likely have to come from someone else. And once elected to the Senate, wouldn't Hillary be on the fast track for a presidential run?

When Dan Rather asked her on a 60 Minutes II interview about running for the presidency, Hillary uttered a coy giggle and said, "Oh my gosh, that's not possible, I don't believe."

"You've thought about it, though, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't," she insisted.

"You've never considered it?"

"People have said that to me, but it is something that I don't take seriously at all; it's not even in the universe of my thinking."

Of course, that statement, like so much that Hillary and her husband say, was a lie. The truth is that a run for the presidency has long been in the universe of her thinking. It was probably in her mind that day she flirted with the Marine Corps. Nor is this just her own profound fantasy. Many people around Hillary--including her longtime advisor, Betsey Wright, who had been the "bimbo-eruption"

fire-fighter during the 1992 campaign--had long urged her to set her sights on the presidency.

THE PATH TO POWER--NEW YORK?.

By May 1999 friends of Hillary were letting it be known that they saw great promise in the first lady's candidacy for the United States Senate from New York. Robert F. Kennedy had done it, and within the first few years of his first term he had created a national platform that had positioned him, at the time of his death, at the threshold of the White House. "If Gore loses next year, then it's Hillary in 2004," one Hillary campaign insider told the press.*7 If the Senate was all she wanted, if her ambition was truly to be one of one hundred U.S. Senators, there was an easier path open to her.

In 1998 Illinois Republican Peter Fitzgerald beat Carol Moseley Braun, an inc.u.mbent weakened by her dubious handling of campaign money and flirtation with the b.l.o.o.d.y, dictatorial regime in Nigeria.

Yet Fitzgerald managed to win with only 51 percent of the vote.

Hillary could target that Illinois Senate seat from her home state, and stay in the public eye by taking an appointive position such as president of the World Bank--a position that she has left waiting as an option. Then, well before the 2004 election, she could move back to the state of her birth and upbringing. She could announce her candidacy at the Hillary Clinton Park in Chicago. The crowds in Chicago would be no less enthusiastic than those in New York. Scores of former high school cla.s.smates and friends could form an advance guard of volunteers.

A race in Illinois would be fitting.

It would be closer to a sure thing.

Fitzgerald is the perfect opponent for Hillary: A white, male conservative easily portrayed as out-of-touch, as a Republican extremist. She could carry this off just as she and her husband had done before to the former--and frankly "progressive"--House Speaker Newt Gingrich and, most unlikely of all, the mild-mannered, by-the-book Independent Counsel Kenneth Starr. Fitzgerald could be overwhelmed in Hillary's pincer movement, an old-fashioned gentleman caught between her moderate and persuasive demeanor, and her killer instincts.

If she runs in New York instead, Hillary will likely face New York Mayor Rudolph Giuliani. This former U.S. attorney treats political opponents in the same way he treated criminal defendants on Wall Street: by handcuffing them, shackling them together, and running them past the press in abject humiliation.

Mayor Giuliani is a candidate with monumental achievements to brag about. Under his watch, crime has dropped in New York's seventy-six precincts by 50 to 90 percent in three years. Homicides are down 70 percent. Giuliani has literally saved a million lives, and thousands of women are not rape victims today because of his policies. He has made New York City safe again and brought prosperity to the Big Apple. The city economy is booming. Fueled at the high end by an unprecedented stock boom, and at the low end by a continuous influx of talented and eager immigrant labor, New York is bursting with financial and human capital.

In a hypothetical early matchup poll, Hillary had led Mayor Giuliani 49 percent to 38 percent. But things changed rapidly when the reality of her potential candidacy began to set in. Pat Caddell, the political consultant who helped elect Jimmy Carter, publicly compared Hillary's campaign to "Ted Kennedy's deflated 1980 challenge of Carter." He added, "Her poll numbers are high in part because of her first victim status as a wronged woman, but that won't last."*8 By March 1999, Giuliani could point to a Marist Inst.i.tute for Public Opinion poll that showed Mrs. Clinton's initial boomlet of support evaporating to 50 percent against 46 percent for Mr. Giuliani, a statistical dead heat. "Take a look at today's Marist and see if she's crowned a winner," Mr. Giuliani said.*9 As the summer grew hot, Hillary's numbers moved up and down, but regularly put her anywhere between two and ten points behind Giuliani.

Some Democrats began to sense disaster--not electoral disaster, necessarily, but a fund-raising disaster that could cripple Democratic chances in other races, including the presidential race.

Hillary is the party's prime fund-raiser. A direct mail letter Hillary signed for the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee in 1998 raised three times more than expected, a total of $3 million.

As a candidate needing $20 million to run in New York, Hillary is draining dollars away from Democratic candidates.

Writing in the New Republic--a magazine ardently in Vice President Al Gore's corner--journalist Mich.e.l.le Cottle predicted that Hillary could become another "Ted Kennedy-like demon with which to frighten Republican donors into departing with their cash."

"She could divert resources from other candidates, politicize their races in ways that don't play well beyond the Upper West Side, and become a rallying point for conservatives still itching to exploit anti-Clinton sentiment," Cottle wrote. "She could, in other words, do precisely what her husband has done time and again--sacrifice the good of her party and her cause to satisfy her own ambitions."

Ex-New York governor Mario Cuomo agreed with that a.n.a.lysis saying that the wooden vice president would need Hillary on the stump to "lend the campaign a flash and pizzazz." Unsaid by Cuomo, but clear to all, was that a Hillary candidacy would allow the capital of world media once again to recycle the scandals of the Clinton years and her role in them. Mountains of dirty, laundry would be recycled to hang into the sunshine.

Tough questions that can be ducked by a first lady cannot be ducked by a Senate candidate. Referring to her spectacular ability to turn a $1,000 investment in cattle futures into a small fortune, conservative columnist George F. Will asked, "If you are that gifted with money, will you promise to seek a seat on the Finance Committee?"*10 She will also have to explain to New York City's Jewish voters why she has a lifetime record of support for the Palestine Liberation Organization (PLO). The same Hillary who will be donning yarmulkes and making her appeal in the synagogues of New York--and who now says, in defiance of Clinton administration policy, that Jerusalem rather than Tel Aviv should be the capital of Israel--is the same woman who was chairing the New World Foundation when a $15,000 grant was awarded to a group called Gra.s.sroots International. Gra.s.sroots International had direct ties to the PLO.*11 Hillary claims she didn't vote on those funds. But this is the same Hillary warmly cited by New Age thinker Michael Lerner for joining her husband "to call for a Palestinian state that would agree to live in peace with Israel."*12 While recent polls show considerable softening toward a Palestinian state among American Jews, this is hardly the issue she needs to win in New York. "You favor carving a Palestinian state into Israel's back," George F. Will challenged her. "Schools run by the Palestinian Authority, which would run such a state, teach (among other anti-Semitic propaganda) that the Holocaust is a Zionist lie. How is Israel helped by a contiguous state run by Holocaust deniers?"*13 DECEPTIVE APPEARANCE.

Then there is the carpetbagger charge. Robert F. Kennedy did not have a cakewalk to the Senate. In fact, with much more experience in New York than Hillary, he barely managed to win in 1964--the year that Lyndon Johnson and many other Democrats won in an immense landslide.

The power of celebrity may pale in the face of attacks like this one from Republican Congressman Rick Lazio: "Hillary Clinton, first of all, has never lived a day of her life [in New York] outside the Plaza Hotel .... "Representative Lazio went on to add: "You just heard in the report before that her political people are looking for her to visit some families. Well, she wouldn't need that if she had her own family in New York. This is a woman who has never sent her children to school in New York, has never paid Mario Cuomo's taxes, needs an exploratory committee to find Binghamton and Rochester and Utica and Long Island. This is the wrong person for New York. This is someone who roots for the Chicago Cubs over the New York Mets.