Knowing Kay
Graham up close and admiringly
Commentary
by PAT MURPHY
She was
elegant and stylish in her grooming, cultivated in speech, and
unimaginably shy.
But
Katharine Graham had other qualities for which those who value freedom
of speech and press should be eternally thankful.
She was
gutsy as any man I’ve known and fearless when threatened for
exercising her First Amendment rights.
When Kay
Graham died Tuesday in a coma in Boise at 84, it was an unfitting end
for a fighter of her caliber. She deserved to keel over at her desk in
her beloved Washington Post.
Somewhere
a few vengeful right-wingers will delight in her passing: they
considered her a dragon lady of U.S. liberalism for running President
Richard Nixon out of office with the Post’s Watergate reporting.
What Kay
Graham did, however, was far larger than bringing down a dishonest
president.
She
stared down the most fearsome threats of government retribution by Nixon’s
hack attorney general, John Mitchell, if reporters Bob Woodward and Carl
Bernstein continued sniffing into Nixon’s abuse of power.
She and
the Post forged ahead, exposing the most rancid presidential corruption
in U.S. history, driving Nixon from office while reaffirming our
constitutional freedoms.
Her
grittiness was tireless. The Post went to court to print the Pentagon
Papers, winning a landmark Supreme Court test with The New York Times
that shored up press freedom and revealed government collusion in
concealing misconduct in the Vietnam War.
All this
from a once-obscure homemaker who was thrust unwittingly into a
publishing career when her husband, Philip, committed suicide in 1963.
She not only transformed the mediocre Post into one of the world’s
most influential newspapers, but built a prosperous publishing,
broadcasting and cable media empire, and won a personal Pulitzer Prize
for her 1998 book, "Personal History."
Late in
my newspaper career, I came to know and admire Kay Graham up close. In
March 1987, I was invited to lecture on press freedom at the Salzburg
Seminar in Austria — along with Kay Graham and a handful of others. For
10 days, we were in close quarters with 50 journalists and activists
from both sides of the Iron Curtain.
Kay
Graham let her hair down. I remember her drinking beer, sitting in her
stocking feet in the cellar of the huge castle where the seminar was
held (the castle used in the film, "The Sound of Music"),
fully talkative with this eclectic group and sharing her views on the
critical need for a free press.
I also
escorted Kay for two days in Phoenix when she came to accept Arizona
State University’s Walter Cronkite award for journalism excellence,
and to spend hours with admiring young ASU journalism students,
inspiring them to selfless careers as news reporters.
Finally,
Kay Graham was big enough to give the devil his due.
Sitting
across from her at a luncheon meeting of the American Newspaper
Publishers Association in San Francisco, and listening to the ousted
Richard Nixon make a comeback speech lecture on world politics to 500
publishers and guests, I heard her say, "That’s the most
brilliant explanation of world conditions I’ve ever heard."
Later,
she approached Nixon and chatted amiably.
That
showed character seen in few people these days.