Well, if we live in a world where the government could tell us what we can and cannot print, then the Washington Post as we know it has already ceased to exist.
Are you suggesting we alert the Attorney General to the fact that we have these documents, that we’re going to print, in a few days?
We have to be the check on their power. If we don’t hold them accountable, then, my God, who will?
Jack Kennedy. The night he was assassinated, Tony and I were down at the Naval Hospital so we would be there to meet Jackie when she landed. She was bringing Jack’s body back on the plane from Dallas and she walked into the room. She was still wearing that pink suit, with Jack’s blood all over it. She fell into Tony’s arms and they held each other for quite a long time. And then Jackie looked at me and said, “None of this. None of what you see. None of what I say, is ever going to be in your newspaper, Ben.” And that just about broke my heart. I never – never thought of Jack as a source. I thought of him as a friend. And that was my mistake. And it was something that Jack knew all along. We can’t be both. We have to choose. And – that’s the point. The days of us smoking cigars together on Pennsylvania Avenue were over.
You know, the only couple I knew that both Kennedy and LBJ wanted to socialize with was you and your husband.
When I get my hands on that study, what are you going to do, Mrs. Graham? Oh, happy birthday, by the way.
No matter what happens tomorrow, we are not a little local paper anymore.
