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“Not everybody will like what I say and believe, Arnie, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to lie to people just to kiss ass or get votes or whatever.”
“You expect everybody to love you?” van Damm asked, sardonic again. “Most Presidents will settle for fifty-one percent. Quite a few have had to settle for less. I tore your head off over your abortion statement–why? Because your statement was confused.”
“No, it wasn’t, I–”
“You going to listen to your teacher or not?”
“Go ahead,” the President said.
“Start off, about forty percent of the people vote Democrat. About forty percent vote Republican. Of those eighty percent, most wouldn’t change their votes if Adolf Hitler was running against Abe Lincoln–or against FDR, just to cover both sides.”
“But why–”
Exasperation: “Why is the sky blue, Jack? It just is, okay? Even if you can explain why, and I suppose there is a reason some astronomer can explain, the sky is blue, and so let’s just accept the fact, okay? That leaves twenty percent of the people who swing back one way or another. Maybe they’re the true independents, like you. That twenty percent controls the destiny of the country, and if you want things to happen your way, those are the people you have to reach. Now, here’s the funny part. Those twenty percent don’t especially care what you think.” This conclusion was delivered with a wry smile.
“Wait a minute–”
Arnie held up his hand. “You keep interrupting teacher. The hard eighty percent that votes the party line doesn’t care much about character. They vote party because they believe in the philosophy of the party–or because Mom and Dad always voted that way; the reason doesn’t really matter. It happens. It’s a fact. Deal with it. Now, back to the twenty percent that does matter. They care less about what you believe than they do in you. There is your advantage, Mr. President. Politically speaking, you have as much place in this office as a three-year-old has in a gun shop, but you have character up the ass. That’s what we play on.”
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Ryan frowned at the “play on” part, but this time kept his peace. He nodded for the chief of staff to go on.
“Just tell the people what you believe. Make it simple. Good ideas are expressed simply and efficiently. Make it consistent. That twenty percent wants to believe that you really do believe in what you say. Jack, do you respect a man who says what he believes, even if you disagree with it?”
“Of course, that’s what–”
“A man is supposed to do,” Arnie said, completing the thought. “So does the twenty percent. They will respect you and support you even though in some cases they disagree with you. Why? Because they will know that you are a man of your word. And they want the occupant of this office to be a man of character and integrity. Because if things go to shit, you can depend on somebody like that to at least try to do the right thing.”
“Oh.”
“The rest is packaging. And don’t disparage packaging and handling, okay? There’s nothing wrong about being intelligent about how you get your ideas across. In the book you wrote about Halsey, Fighting Sailor, you chose your words carefully to present your ideas, right?” The President nodded. “So it is with these ideas–hell, these ideas are even more important, and so you have to package them with proportionately greater skill, don’t you?” The lesson plan was moving along nicely, the chief of staff thought.
“Arnie, how many of those ideas will you agree with?”
“Not all of them. I think you’re wrong on abortion– a woman should have the right to choose. I bet you and I disagree on affirmative action and a passel of other things, but you know, Mr. President, I’ve never doubted your integrity for one single minute. I can’t tell you what to believe, but you know how to listen. I love this country, Jack. My family escaped from Holland, crossed the English Channel in a boat when I was three years old. I can still remember puking my guts out.”
“You’re Jewish?” Jack asked in surprise. He had no idea what church, if any, Arnie attended.
“No, my father was in the Resistance and got himself
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fingered by a German plant. We skipped just in time, or he would have been shot, and Mom and I would have ended up in the same camp as Anne Frank. Didn’t do the rest of the family much good, though. His name was Willem, and after the war ended, he decided that we’d come over here, and I grew up hearing about the old country, and how this place was different. It is different. I became what I am to protect the system. What makes America different? The Constitution, I guess. People change, governments change, ideologies change, but the Constitution stays pretty much the same. You and Pat Martin both swore an oath. So did I,” van Damm went on. “Except mine was made to me, and my mom and my dad. I don’t have to agree with you on all the issues, Jack. I know you’ll try to do the right thing. My job, then, is to protect you so that you can. That means you have to listen, and that you’ll sometimes have to do things you don’t like, but this job you have, Mr. President, has its own rules. You have to follow them,” the chief of staff concluded quietly.
“How have I been doing, Arnie?” Ryan asked, absorbing the largest lesson of the week.
“Not bad, but you have to do better. Kealty is still an annoyance rather than a real threat to us. Getting out and looking presidential will further marginalize him. Now, something else. As soon as you go out, go off campus, people are going to start asking you about reelection. So what will you say?”
Ryan shook his head emphatically. “I do not want this job, Arnie. Let somebody else take over when–”
“In that case, you’re screwed. Nobody will take you seriously. You will not get the people in Congress you want. You will be crippled and unable to accomplish the things you’re thinking about. You will become politically ineffective. America cannot afford that, Mr. President. Foreign governments–those are run by politicians, remember–will not take you seriously, and that has national security implications, both immediate and long-term. So what do you say when reporters ask you that question?”
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The President felt like a student holding up his hand in third grade. “I haven’t decided yet?”
“Correct. You are carrying out your job of reconstituting the government, and that is a question which you will address in due course. I will quietly leak the fact that you’re thinking about staying on, that you feel your first duty is to the country, and when reporters ask you about that, you will simply repeat your original position. That sends out a message to foreign governments that they will understand and take seriously, and the American people will also understand and respect it. As a practical matter, the presidential primaries for both parties will not select the marginal candidates who didn’t get wiped out on the Hill. They’ll vote for uncommitted delegations. We might even want you to speak on that issue. I’ll talk that one over with Gallic.” He didn’t add that the media would just love that prospect. Covering two brokered, wide-open political conventions was a dream such as few of them had ever dared to consider. Arnie was keeping it as simple as he could. No matter what positions Ryan took, as soon as he took them, no less than forty percent of the people would object to it, and probably more. The funny thing about the twenty percent he kept harping on was that they covered the whole political spectrum–like himself, less concerned with ideology than with character. Some of them would object vociferously, and in that they would be indistinguishable from whichever forty percent grouping shared that particular ideological stance, though at the end of the day they would vote the man. They always did, honest people that they were, placing country before prejudice, but joining in a process that most often honestly selected people who lacked the honor of their electors. Ryan didn’t yet grasp the opportunity he held in his hands, and it was probably better that he didn’t, for in thinking about it too much–perhaps at all–he would try to control the spin, which he’d never learn to do well. Even honorable men could make mistakes, and Ryan was no different from the rest. That was why people like Arnold van Damm existed, to teach and to guide from the inside and the outside of the system at the same time. He looked at his
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President, noting the confusion that came along with new thoughts. He was trying to make sense of it, and he’d probably succeed, because he was a good listener and a particularly adept processor of information. He wouldn’t see it through to the natural conclusion, however. Only Arnie and maybe Gallic Weston were able to look that far into the future. In the past weeks, van Damm had decided that Ryan had the makings of a real President. It would be his job, the chief of staff decided, to make sure that Jack stayed here.