[Hat tip: Ace.]
Why am I writing about Sally Quinn, of all people? She just wrote an essay that I find fascinating in the sense that it expresses feelings I’m pretty sure are common among the displaced power-wielders in Washington DC. More about that later; first, a bit of background.
Quinn was born in 1941. Her father was a Lt. General in the Army and her mother was known for cooking and entertaining when they lived in Washington DC. After college:
Quinn began at The Washington Post with minimal experience, and was reportedly called by Ben Bradlee after a report of her pajama party in celebration of the election to Congress of Barry Goldwater Jr. The job interview included the following exchange.
“Can you show me something you’ve written?” asked Managing Editor Benjamin Bradlee. “I’ve never written anything,” admitted Quinn. Pause. “Well,” said Bradlee, “nobody’s perfect.”
Quinn was an attractive blond and according to this 2005 article the married Bradlee was instantly smitten. They become a big DC power couple, probably the biggest, during the 1970s and for some time afterwards:
That was the ‘70s. If you were invited to Ben and Sally’s you were annointed. They never entertained all that much but when they did, it was perfect. Their New Year’s Eve parties were legendary for the eclectic mix of media, celebrity and political types. During the 80’s, they proved the adage that living well is the best revenge, buying a home in St. Mary’s County and continuing their various writing projects while raising son Quinn and quietly doing work for The Lab School and Children’s Hospital.
Somehow the spotlight was never very far from Ben and Sally, although they never courted it. Perhaps by this very casual approach to life and living, and the loyalty of friends and family, they have remained on most everyone’s A list. They are fun to be around. They know where the bodies are buried. They have staying power, and wicked senses of humor.
And if you ever find yourself seated next to one of them at dinner, you know you’ve arrived.
I very much doubt that “they never courted the spotlight” is a valid description; it actually seems an absurdity, given the facts of their lives. These were highly ambitious people and highly visible ones. Bradlee died about a decade ago, but Quinn is still writing. And that’s what called my attention yesterday: this essay of hers.
It’s a bit hard to characterize, because it’s a combination of so many things: prodigious entitlement that is so habitual it’s virtually unconscious; class snobbery; a rosy glow about a past comity in DC – including the Watergate years, which could hardly have been fun and games for Republicans but must have been great for the WaPo crew; the obligatory Trump-hatred and bile we’ve come to expect, and a sense of persecuted victimhood that’s ludicrous in one so – pardon the expression – privileged.
To take a few examples:
This spring Washington is a city in crisis. Physically, emotionally, psychologically and spiritually. It’s as if the fragrant air were permeated with an invisible poison, as if we were silently choking on carbon monoxide. The emotion all around — palpable in the streets, the shops, the restaurants, in business offices, at dinner tables — is fear. People have gone from greeting each other with a grimace of anguish as they spout about the outrage of the day to a laugh to despair. It’s all so unbelievable that it’s hard to process, and it doesn’t stop.
Nobody feels safe. Nobody feels protected.
Jews in Paris or Warsaw after the Nazi takeover? No – just DC Democrats during the first months of Trump’s second term. Oh, the horror!
More:
This is a city where people seek and, if it all goes well for them, wield power. But today in Washington those who hold — or once held — the most power are often the most scared. It is not something they are used to feeling. I lived through the paranoia and vengefulness of Watergate. This time in Washington, it’s different. Nobody knows how this will end and what will happen to the country. What might happen to each of us.
The “paranoia and vengefulness of Watergate” – I guess she’s talking about Nixon? It’s not paranoia when they’re really out to get you.
This time, what’s different – IMHO – is that the MAGA Republicans mean business, in contrast to most Republicans of the past. The Deep State is in more trouble than it’s encountered in Quinn’s entire lengthy tenure as a Rich and Famous Person. Trump’s first term could be safely ignored, but not this:
Among once powerful lawyers, journalists, politicians, academics and lobbyists who have made up official Washington for the past few decades, the feeling is one of impotence, fear and frustration.
The hallmark of this administration is cruelty and sadism, vengefulness carried out with glee.
Unlike the lovefest towards Republicans that were the Obama and Biden years. No gleeful vengeance there, no sirree.
Speaking of paranoia:
“Everybody in Washington is being tested today,” says Leon Wieseltier, the editor of the literary review Liberties. “The question is: What can we do? It’s a time when we all have to ask: What am I capable of? It’s time for people to ask: What am I willing to die for?”
To die for? Does he think the Gulag is next? Or does he think the Resistance will call on him to to assassinate Trump? I’ve encountered these feelings of terrible danger and even threatened death among the more leftist of my friends, and I believe the feelings are rather commonplace in that set and not just among the formerly powerful.
Here’s an example of Quinn’s snobbery:
The traditional social culture of Washington is low key. Women here wear flats and blazers and shirtwaist dresses, informal haircuts and little makeup. Men, too, don’t dress to call attention to themselves. But now it’s all flash and Fox News. The Trump women can’t be missed in a room. They give off a Palm Beach, L.A. vibe.
Nouveau riche. How declasse.
And if you’re interested in Quinn’s acumen as reporter, here’s another passage from her essay. My interpolations are in brackets:
Even those who work for President Trump are scared [and I’m sure they’re all confiding in Sally Quinn about their fears – not]. The capricious and shambolic way he governed in his first 100 days has them all insecure in their jobs. [That’s the MSM line, but the first 100 days have been neither capricious nor shambolic, and it’s that which has put the fear into people like Quinn. The 100 days have been organized and high-speed, the product of a great deal of preparation. But Quinn repeats the agreed-on talking points.] Mike Waltz is out. [Out of one job and into another.] Bets are on as to how long Marco Rubio will remain in all his roles [Rubio seems to be in very good favor with Trump, and although he’s taken on Waltz’s role in addition, that was meant to be temporary for Rubio and expected to be temporary until someone new is appointed] and Pete Hegseth in his [seems fine too, so far]. Elon Musk is on his way out [another job that was said at the outset to be only for a few months and then out], though who knows whether he’ll be able to log back into the government’s most sensitive systems from wherever he is? [such fake concern for people’s privacy]
Quinn is in a bubble that’s impenetrable. She’s got a lot of company there.