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- Mar. 01, 1993: . . . And Then Came Carrot Cake
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Mar. 01, 1993 You Say You Want a Revolution...
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- COVER STORIES, Page 20...And Then Came Carrot Cake
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- <body>
- <p>By MARGARET CARLSON/WASHINGTON--With reporting by Michael Duffy/Washington
- </p>
- <p> Forty-eight hours after he gave one of the worst speeches of
- his life, one that precipitated the biggest one-day drop in
- the stock market in 16 months, President Clinton delivered one
- of his best. Unlike the quickly put together 10-minute effort
- from the Oval Office, the address to Congress would be worked
- on in marathon sessions for two solid days.
- </p>
- <p> Two weeks earlier, the President had called Paul Begala, the
- aide who greeted him as he emerged from the shower every morning
- from New Hampshire on, and asked him to duplicate the campaign
- war room at the White House, this time to sell his economic
- plan to the country. One of Begala's worst moments came when
- he, communications director George Stephanopoulos and Gene Sper
- ling, deputy assistant for economic policy, met with the President
- in the Oval Office on Tuesday evening with less than 24 hours
- to go to review the latest version of the speech. Sperling,
- who had barely slept since the Bush Administration, was looking
- so sick that Begala moved to another couch to avoid catching
- something. How, he wondered, could they meet the President's
- truth-in-budgeting requirement if the key link between the wordsmiths
- and the propeller heads hammering out the numbers in the Roosevelt
- Room was having a near death experience?
- </p>
- <p> After furiously scribbling down every change Clinton wanted,
- Begala and company returned to the Old Executive Office Building,
- where they propped Sperling up in a soft chair and covered him
- with all the jackets and scarves in sight. Throughout the night,
- the slumbering economist, who had begun to resemble Franklin
- Roosevelt at Yalta, would be consulted. "Hey, Gene," communications
- deputy David Dreyer would shout, "how much does a surcharge
- on millionaires pick up?" Sperling would mumble some number,
- and they would let him go back to sleep.
- </p>
- <p> Meanwhile, Clinton would take his only break, grabbing his friend
- from Arkansas, Harry Thomason, and heading for the residence
- bowling alley. The President squeezed his size-13 feet into
- the size-10 shoes left by the Bush Administration and shared
- the one ball for three games until the blisters began to form.
- Upstairs, amid a growing mound of coffee cups, pizza boxes from
- Listrani's and burn bags filled with discarded drafts, the team
- was trying to compress Clinton's huge vision for America into
- a size-10 Treasury. By dawn Wednesday, there was a crisp stack
- of pages on Clinton's desk to be torn apart.
- </p>
- <p> Begala and the team got together with the President after he
- wrapped up his lunch in which he prespun the network news anchors
- who would be giving instant analysis on a speech that at that
- point consisted of pieces of paper scattered the length of the
- table. At 2 p.m. there was little economics in the first 11
- pages. The President talked through a passage about having to
- play the hand you're dealt after 20 years of exploding debt.
- "A big part of the job," says Begala, "is being able to take
- dictation. I always remember I'm the monkey and he's the organ-grinder."
- </p>
- <p> By 6:30, the President came to the screening room in the residence
- with time for only one run-through. The tough passages about
- taxes and spending had been moved up four pages, but the President
- laughed at the new ending. "I had written about `these precious
- moments,'" Begala recalls, "and he says, `Paul, do you want
- me to start dancing up there?'" Begala had inadvertently written
- in a line from a popular song in the '70s, When Will I See You
- Again. Clinton told Begala to play with the notion of CARPE
- DIEM, written across a sweatshirt Begala's mother had given
- him. As Clinton headed to the family quarters to shower and
- change, Begala rushed to the word processor outside scheduler
- Nancy Hernreich's office to fiddle with language about seizing
- the day, decipher Clinton's marginal notes and find a numbers
- person. So many people were crowded into this cubicle--speechwriter
- David Kusnet, Stephanopoulos, the crew from the war room who
- had not left the compound since Sunday--that it looked like
- the Marx Brothers' stateroom in A Night at the Opera. Hillary
- Clinton was reworking some of the jargon in the middle of the
- speech with economic adviser Robert Rubin. The motorcade was
- forming on the South Lawn.
- </p>
- <p> By the time the computer disk was ready to be hand-carried to
- Capitol Hill, where it would be fed into the TelePrompTer, Clinton
- had already climbed into the limo with Hillary. They reconciled
- the penultimate draft with Begala's last attempt at a conclusion
- as they rode to the Capitol. Begala got into the van with Stephanopoulos,
- grateful that Clinton is always his own best speechwriter.
- </p>
- <p> About a quarter of Clinton's address was improvised, including
- the ad-libbed aside to snickering Republicans who doubted his
- estimated deficit numbers. The meal with the anchors paid off,
- as to a man, they praised the performance in the postgame analysis.
- Afterward, in the cloakroom, the President allowed himself a
- quiet, "Pretty good, wasn't it?"
- </p>
- <p> Back at the White House, the President hollered for Begala to
- gather "the kids," as Clinton refers to his thirtysomething
- gaggle of aides, and come up to the solarium for a party. By
- 11:30 p.m. Mrs. Clinton had said goodnight to Chelsea and joined
- the group. The carrot cake with cream-cheese frosting was all
- gone, and cherry pie had magically taken its place, like so
- much that happens in the White House. The President invited
- Begala to join him in the screening room for a movie, but in
- the interest of sleeping and getting packed for the road show
- that was to start in the morning, he declined. Not so Hillary.
- Well after midnight, the President grabbed her, and they headed
- off to watch a rerun on C-Span of the hours-old hit everyone
- in the country was talking about.
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