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This 12th free offering is the prologue to "An Uncommon Man: The Life and Time of Senator Claiborne Pell," edition published in 2011 by University Press of New England, in Kindle and hardcover editions.
Newport: President John F. Kennedy with Pell, circa 1961.
Prologue: A Cold Winter Day
Dawn had barely broken when the crowd began to build outside Trinity
Episcopal Church. A frigid wind blew and snow frosted the Newport, Rhode
Island, ground. Police had restricted vehicular traffic to allow passage of the
motorcade carrying a former president, the vice president-elect, and dozens of
U.S. senators, representatives and other dignitaries who would be arriving. Men
in sunglasses with bomb-sniffing dogs patrolled the church grounds, where flags
flew at half-mast.
It was Jan. 5, 2009, the day of Senator Claiborne deBorda Pell’s
funeral.
Some of those waiting to get inside Trinity Church were members of
Newport society, to which Pell and Nuala, his wife of 64 years, had belonged
since birth. Some were working-class people who knew Pell as a tall, thin,
bespectacled man who once regularly jogged along Bellevue Avenue, greeting
strangers and friends that he passed. Some knew him only from the media, where
he was sometimes portrayed, not inaccurately, as the capitol’s most eccentric
character, as interested in the afterlife and the paranormal as the federal
budget. Some knew him mostly from the ballot booth or from programs and
policies he’d been instrumental in establishing. First elected in 1960, the
year his friend John F. Kennedy captured the White House, Pell served 36 years
in the U.S. Senate, 14th longest in history as of that January day.
His accomplishments from those six terms touched untold millions of lives.
Pell died at a few minutes past midnight on Jan. 1, five weeks after
his 90th birthday and more than a decade after the first symptoms of
the Parkinson’s Disease that slowly stole all movement and speech, leaving him
a prisoner in his own body. He died, his family with him, at his oceanfront
home -- a shingled, single-story house that he personally designed and which
stood in modest contrast to Bellevue Avenue mansions and Bailey’s Beach, the
exclusive members-only club that has been synonymous with East Coast wealth
since the Gilded Age. Pell, whose colonial-era ancestors established enduring
wealth from tobacco and land, and Nuala, an heiress to the A&P fortune,
belonged to Bailey’s. But the Pells were unflinchingly liberal and Democratic.
In the old manufacturing state of Rhode Island, where the American Industrial
Revolution was born, blue-collar voters embraced their aristocratic senator
with the unconventional mind.
The motorcades passed the waiting crowd, which by 9 a.m. was more than
a block long. Former President Bill Clinton stepped out of an SUV and went into
the parish hall to await the procession to the church. Vice President-elect Joe
Biden and Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, whose malignant brain cancer would claim him
that summer, followed Clinton. A bus that met a jet from Washington brought
more senators, including Majority Leader Harry Reid and Republicans Richard
Lugar and Orrin Hatch. Pell’s civility and even temper during his decades in
the Senate earned him the respect of his colleagues. “I always try to let the
other fellow have my way,” is how Pell liked to explain his Congressional
style. It was the best means, he maintained, to “translate ideas into actions
and help people,” as he described the heart of his legislative style. He had
learned these philosophies from his father, a minor diplomat and one-term
Congressman who had cast an inordinate influence on his only child even after
his own death in the first months of John F. Kennedy’s presidency.
The doors to Trinity opened and the crowd went in, filling seats in the
loft that had been reserved for the public. The overflow went into the parish
hall, to watch the live-broadcast TV feed. Led by their mother, Nuala and
Claiborne’s children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren took seats near the
pulpit. The politicians settled in pews across the aisle. The organ played, the
choir sang, and six Coast Guardsmen wheeled a mahogany casket draped in white
to the front of the church.
From early childhood, Pell had
loved the sea, an affection he captured in sailboat drawings and grade-school
essays about the joys of being on the water. When he was nine, he took an ocean
journey that would influence him in ways a young boy could not have predicted:
traveling by luxury liner with his mother and stepfather, he went to Cuba and
on through the Panama Canal to California and Hawaii. “It was the most
interesting voyage I have ever taken,’’ he wrote, when he was 12, in an essay
entitled The Story of My Life.
An early passport for the world-traveler.
After graduating from college in 1940,
more than a year before Pearl Harbor, he enlisted in the Coast Guard, pointedly
remaining in the reserves until mandatory retirement at age 60, when he was
nearing the end of his third Senate term.
In the many stories that had accompanied his retirement from the
Senate, Pell had named the 1972 Seabed Arms Control treaty, which kept the Cold
War nuclear arms race from spreading to the ocean floor by prohibiting the
testing or storage of weapons deep undersea, as among his favorite
achievements. He pointed also to his National Sea Grant College and Program Act
of 1966, which provided unprecedented federal funding of university-based
oceanography. And one of his deepest regrets, he said 1996, was in failing to
achieve U.S. ratification of the international Law of the Sea Treaty, which
establishes ocean boundaries and protects global maritime resources.
In planning his funeral, Pell requested a ceremonial honor guard from
his beloved service. The Coast Guard granted his wish -- and added meaning when
selecting Pell’s pallbearers. Two of the six had graduated college with the
help of Pell Grants, the tuition-assistance program for lower- and middle-income students that Pell called
his greatest achievement. Since their inception in 1972, the grants by 2009 had
been awarded to more than 115 million recipients. Without them, many could not
have earned a college degree.
Kennedy left his wife, Vicki, in their pew and walked slowly to the
pulpit.
In his nearly eight-minute eulogy, the last substantial speech the
final Kennedy brother would make, Ted talked of Pell’s fortitude when he and
Nuala lost two of their grown children. His hands trembling but his voice
strong, he spoke of his family’s long relationship with Pell, which began
before the Second World War -- and of his own friendship with Pell and their 34
years together in the Senate. He spoke of Pell’s political support for his
president brother and his support for hos own son, Patrick Kennedy,
representative from Rhode Island’s 1st Congressional District, which
includes Newport. He recalled the summer tradition of sailing with Vicki on his
sailboat, Maya, from Long Island to Newport, enroute to their home in
Hyannisport on Cape Cod. During their overnight visits with the Pells,
Claiborne, who owned no yacht, relished sailing on Ted’s sailboat Mya, even
after Parkinson’s Disease left him in a wheelchair and unable to speak. “The
quiet joy of the wind on his face was a site to behold,” Kennedy said.
Kennedy closed with tribute.
“During his brilliant career, he amassed a treasure trove of
accomplishments that few will ever match,” Kennedy said, citing the Pell
Grants, Pell’s 1965 legislation that established the National Endowment for the
Arts and the National Endowment for the Humanities, and the Seabed Treaty. It
was Claiborne Pell who advocated the power of diplomacy before resorting to the power of military
might. And it was Claiborne Pell who was a environmentalist long before that
was cool. Claiborne Pell was a senator of high character, great decency and
fundamental honesty. And that’s why he became the longest serving senator in
the history of Rhode Island. He was a senator for our time and for all time. He
was an original. He was my friend and I will miss him very much.”
Kennedy returned to his pew and Clinton took the pulpit of the historic old
church, which has overlooked Newport Harbor since 1726. Drawing laughter, the
former president told of first seeing Pell: in 1964, when he was a freshman at
Georgetown University living in a dorm that overlooked the backyard of the
Pells’ Washington home.
“I was this goggle-eyed kid from Arkansas. I had never been anywhere
or seen anything and here I was in
Washington, D.C., and I got to be a voyeur looking down on all the dinner
parties of this elegant man. So I got very interested in the Pell family. And I
read up on them, you know. And I realized that they were a form of American
royalty. I knew that because it took me 29 years and six moths to get in the
front door of that house I’d been staring at. When I became president, Senator
and Mrs. Pell, who had supported my campaign, invited me in the front door. I
received one of Claiborne Pell’s courtly tours of his home, which was like
getting a tour of the family history. There were all these relatives he had
with wigs on. Where I came from only people who were bald wore wigs. And they
weren’t white and curled. It was amazing.
“And even after all those years, I still felt as I did when I was a
boy: that there was something almost magical about this man who was born to
aristocracy but cared about people like the people I grew up with.”
He cared, too, Clinton said, for the citizens of the world. Clinton
spoke of Pell’s belief that together, nations can solve the planet’s problems
-- a belief that took root in his childhood travels and solidified in 1945 in
San Francisco, where delegates of 50 countries drafted the U.N. Charter. Pell
served as an assistant for the American delegation.
“Every time I saw him -- every single time -- he would pull out this
dog-eared copy of the U.N. Charter,’’ Clinton said. “It was light blue, frayed
around the edges. I was so intimidated. There I was in the White House and I
actually went home one night and read it all again to make sure I could pass a
test in case Senator Pell asked me any questions. But I got the message and so
did everybody else that ever came in contact with him: that America could not
go forward in a world that had only a global economy without a sense of global
politics and social responsibility.”
The ex president ended with a reference to ancestors.
“The Pell family’s wealth began with a royal grant of land in
Westchester County where Hilary and I now live,” he said. “It occurred to me
that if we had met 300 years ago, he would be my lord and I would be his serf.
All I can tell you is: I would have been proud to serve him. He was the right
kind of aristocrat: a champion by choice, not circumstance, of the common good
and our common future and our common dreams, in a long life of grace, generous
spirit, kind heart, and determination, right to the very end. That life is his
last true Pell Grant.”
Despite the work of transitioning from the Bush to the Obama
administration, Biden had taken the morning off to eulogize the man who
befriended him when he arrived in Washington in 1972 as a 29-year-old
senator-elect. Biden had just lost his wife and baby daughter in a car
accident. “You made your home my own,” Biden said, turning to Nuala. In the
Senate, Pell became Biden’s mentor.
The vice-president-elect, who served with Pell on the Senate Foreign
Relations Committee, enumerated more of Pell’s accomplishments, including
legislation that helped build Amtrak and a lesser-publicized campaign against
drunk driving -- a cause Pell embraced when two of his staff members, including
one central in the fight for Pell Grants, were killed by drunk drivers. In
these efforts and in all of his Congressional dealings, Biden said -- and all
of his campaigns, none of which he ever lost -- Pell brought a gentlemanly
sensibility that seemed outdated in an era of hot tempers and mud.
“I’m told, Ted,” Biden said, “that your brother, President Kennedy,
once said Claiborne Pell was the least electable man in America -- a view that,
I suppose, was shared by at least six of his opponents when he ran for the
United States Senate over the course of 36 years.”
Laughter filled Trinity Church.
“I understand how people could think that,” Biden continued. Here was a
graduate of an exclusive college-preparatory school and Princeton, who later
earned an advanced degree from another Ivy league School, Columbia -- a man
born into wealth who married into more and had traveled the world many times
over before ever seeking office.
“He didn’t have a great deal in common, I suspect, with many of his
constituents in terms of background, except this: I think Claiborne realized
that many of the traits he learned in his upbringing -- honesty, integrity,
fair play -- they didn’t only belong to those
who could afford to embrace the sense of noblesse oblige. He
understood, in my view, that nobility lives in the heart of every man and woman
regardless of their situation in life. He understood that the aspirations of
the mother living on Bellevue Avenue here in Newport were no more lofty, no
more considerable, than the dream of a mother living in an apartment in
Bedford-Stuyvesant.…each of those mothers wanted their children to have the
opportunity to make the most of their gifts and the most of their lives.”
Biden told some favorite stories, drawing laughter with the one about
Pell going for a jog on a trip to Rome dressed in an Oxford button-down shirt,
Bermuda shorts, black socks and leather shoes -- an image of Pell that his
friends and family knew well. Sweat suits and Nikes were not Pell’s style.
“To be honest, he was a quirky guy, Nuala,” Biden said.
Biden consoles Nuala Pell at the senator's funeral.
The mourners laughed -- Nuala most appreciatively, for she understood
best what Biden meant. For two thirds of a century, she had experienced his odd
dress, his obsession with ancestors, his bad driving, his frugality, his
fascination with ESP and the possibility of life after death, his manner of
speaking, as if he had indeed traveled forward in time from the 1600s, when
Thomas Pell was named First Lord of the Manor of Pelham. These traits were all
part of his charm, which sometimes annoyed but often amused his wife. This and
his handsome looks and ever-curious mind were why Nuala had fallen in love when
they met in the summer of 1944, when she was 20, and why she married him four
months later. Claiborne Pell was different. Unlike most other young men of her
circle, he aspired to be something more than a rich guy who threw parties.
Biden’s eulogy was nearing a half hour, but he had one more story.
“One day, I was sitting in the Foreign Relations Committee room waiting
for a head of state to come in.” Pell was there.
“He took his jacket off, which was rare -- I can’t remember why -- and
I noticed his belt went all the way around the back and it went all the way to
the back loop. I looked at him and I said, `Claiborne, that’s an interesting
belt.’
“He said, `it was my father’s.’ And his father was a big man.
“I looked at him and I said, `Well, Claiborne, why don’t you just have
it cut off?’
“He unleashed the whole belt and held it up and said, `Joe, this is
genuine rawhide.’ I’ll never forget that: `This is genuine rawhide.’ I thought,
God bless me!”
Almost a half century before, Pell’s father, Herbert Claiborne Pell
Jr., had been remembered here in Trinity Church after dying of a heart attack
in Munich, Germany, on July 17, 1961. A plaque in Herbert’s name hung from the
wall behind the pulpit from which distinguished men now eulogized his son. “Lay
Reader in this Church,” the plaque read. “Kind and beloved Public Servant &
Scholar. Member 66th United States Congress. United States Minister
to Portugal and to Hungary.”
Elected from Manhattan’s Silk Stocking District, Herbert served one
term, from 1919 to 1921, in the U.S. House of Representatives. Losing
re-election, he became chairman of the New York’s Democratic State Committee,
remaining until 1926. His friend President Franklin Delano Roosevelt named him
minister to Portugal in 1937, and then, in 1941, minister to Hungary. When
Hitler’s war forced Herbert to return home, Roosevelt named him a delegate to
the United Nations War Crimes Commission.
Herbert was more an intellectual than a politician -- a bibliophile,
art collector and writer whose inheritance allowed him to do whatever he
desired. Herbert owned properties in Manhattan, New York state and Newport, and
kept a staff that included a chauffeur and a personal secretary. He traveled
extensively, preferring to stay at the many European and American men’s clubs
to which he belonged. But of all his passions, none rivaled the interest he
took in his only child.
Herbert made the decisive decisions about Claiborne’s education. He
critiqued the young boy’s penmanship and tennis serve and brought Claiborne
along with him on his world adventures. He used his considerable influence in
attempting to place the young man into the military and, after the war, public
service. He advised Claiborne on matters of business, politics, ethics and
love. He responded at length when Claiborne sought his counsel, as Claiborne
regularly did. He established the trust fund that would free his son, as his
parents had freed him, from the concerns of
earning the daily bread. He taught his son that the family had
maintained its wealth since the 17th Century not with the sort of
obscene extravagance that had eroded many a Gilded-Age fortune, but by living a
refined life without want, but with limits that protected the base for
subsequent generations.
“Financial independence, even the humblest, is not a necessity but it
is a most desirable concomitant of spiritual and intellectual freedom,” he
wrote to his son in 1939, the year Claiborne turned 21 and Herbert, 55, gave
him control of the trust. With the money came words of fatherly wisdom. “I
strongly advise you not to make the mistake I made: Do not accumulate
possessions. I do not say that if I had my life to live over again I would own
nothing except my clothes, but I would give a lot of heart to following that
drastic course than to doing what I did.”
Claiborne was six months into his first Senate term when Herbert died,
without warning or goodbye, 4,000 miles away. Claiborne flew to Germany to
oversee his cremation, returning with his father’s ashes, which were scattered
in the ocean off Jamestown, an island community next to Newport. Already
obsessive about Pell family ancestry, as Herbert had been, Claiborne decorated
his Washington and Newport homes with paintings and mementoes of his father. He
began wearing his clothes, much too big for him. Herbert stood
six-feet-five-inches tall and weighed nearly 250 pounds; at six-foot-two and
156 pounds, Claiborne was physically slight by comparison.
But it was not the only measure by which Pell likened himself to his
father -- and in which he saw himself short. This senator who would draw many
of the nation’s political elite to his funeral was never convinced he was the
man his father had been. It was a judgment that would both drive and haunt
Pell, in his legislative career and personal life. It was central to the
fascination he developed with the paranormal and his largely unpublicized but
obsessive quest to learn what, if anything, lay beyond death -- and whether it
was possible to communicate to those who were departed.
If it was, perhaps he could reach his father, who had not lived to see
what his son had become. Perhaps he could receive Herbert’s approval.
Senator Jack Reed, who received Pell’s endorsement and succeeded him in
the Senate, joined the other eulogists in praising his predecessor’s
accomplishments. Like Biden, Reed had a funny story related to Pell’s forbears.
It took place in 1992, when Reed, a freshman member of the House, was waiting
with Pell for President George H. W. Bush to sign the reauthorization of the
Higher Education Act, which provides the funding for Pell Grants. Reed, the son
of a janitor and a housewife, had grown up admiring Pell.
“Now, Claiborne was a master of many things, but small talk was not one
of them,” Reed told the mourners. “We got through the weather and the traffic
pretty quickly and we were rapidly moving into the area of awkward silence. But
I was sitting next to one of my heroes and felt compelled to keep talking so I
blurted out:
“ `Are you going up to Rhode Island this weekend, senator?’
“Claiborne perked up noticeably and said: ‘Well, no, Jack, I’m going up
to Fort Ticonderoga for a family reunion.’
“I was a bit thrown by the response, so I said: `Why would you ever go
up there for a family reunion?’
“ `Well, Jack, you see, we own it.’ ”
Laughter filled the church.
``For a moment, I thought he was pulling my leg,” Reed continued. “But
that was not Claiborne Pell. As President Bush entered, we stood up and I
realized one more reason why Claiborne Pell was so unique and so deserving of
trust: he owned his own fort.”
The last to speak was Nick Pell, 31, Claiborne’s oldest grandson. Tall
and slim like his grandfather, Nick listed the qualities he would remember best
about his grandfather: his stubborn resolve, his patriotism, and his generosity
to his family and constituents, though not in the ordinary sense to himself.
Pell could have bought many things, but he had heeded his father’s 1939
admonition about possessions.
“My grandfather will be remembered by those who loved him for his
extreme frugality,” Nick said. “For some, this may be a negative trait, but in
true New England WASP form, my grandfather was actually quite proud of his
ability to conserve resources. He served famously bad cigars and wine. He
jogged in actual business suits that had been reluctantly retired. He drove a
Chrysler LeBaron convertible, which was outfitted with tattered red upholstery,
a roof held together with duct tape, and an accelerator which was so old it
required calf-strengthening exercises just to depress the pedal. When it
finally fell apart, he replaced it with a Dodge Spirit which he had purchased
used from Thrifty Rental Car. I guess Hertz
was too expensive.
“When my sister lived with him in Washington for the summer, he used to
make her gather hors d’oeuvres from cocktail parties as he’d just as soon not
pay for dinner. He used to say `food is fuel’ and `never turn down a meal, as
you never know when your next one will come.’ He was able to strike the perfect
balance between a gentleman and a man in tattered suits living from meal to
meal.”
Nick did not repeat his
grandfather’s Congressional achievements, some of which came after years of
work. What he would remember with deepest respect was his grandfather’s inner
strength as his Parkinson’s advanced and freedom slipped away.
“He won some impressive battles during his time on the hill,” the
grandson said, “but in my mind, his greatest show of strength was his battle
with his failing health. He had been sick for well over ten years and while his
body gave out long ago, his will to live was of mythic proportions. He
showcased what we in the family call ‘warrior spirit’ -- and his resolve to live and enjoy time
with the people he loved most, his family, his friends, and his constituents.
It’s as if God had told him years ago that his time was up and he just
said, ‘Not until I’m ready.’ ”
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