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The Dream That Never Died

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In the most inspiring speech of his career, Ted Kennedy once vowed: "For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die."

Unlike his martyred brothers, John and Robert, whose lives were cut off before the promise of a better future could be realized, Ted lived long enough to make many promises come true. During a career that spanned an astonishing half-century, he put his imprint on every major piece of progressive legislation–from health care and education to civil rights.

There were times during that career–such as after the incident in Chappaquiddick–when Ted seemed to have surrendered to his demons. But there were other times–after one of his inspiring speeches on the floor of the Senate, for example–when he was compared to Henry Clay, Daniel Webster, John Calhoun, and other great lawmakers of the past.

Indeed, for most of his life, Ted Kennedy played a kaleidoscope of roles–from destructive thrill seeker to constructive lawmaker; from straying husband to devoted father and uncle. In Ted Kennedy: The Dream That Never Died, celebrated Kennedy biographer Edward Klein at last reconciles these contradictions, painting a stunningly original, up-to-the-moment portrait of Ted Kennedy and his remarkable late-in-life redemption.

Drawing on a vast store of original research and unprecedented access to Ted Kennedy’s political associates, friends, and family, Klein takes the reader behind the scenes to reveal many secrets. Among them:

• Why Caroline Kennedy, at Ted’s urging, aspired to fill the New York Senate vacancy but then suddenly and unexpectedly withdrew her candidacy.
• How Ted ended his longest-lasting romantic relationship to marry Victoria Reggie, and the unexpected effect that union had on his personal and political redemption.
• What transpired between the parents of Mary Jo Kopechne and Ted Kennedy during two private meetings at Ted’s home.
• Which feuds are likely to erupt within the Kennedy family in the wake of Ted’s demise, and what will become of Ted’s fortune and political legacy.

Ted Kennedy: The Dream That Never Died does not shrink from portraying the erratic side of Ted Kennedy and his former wife, Joan. But both in spirit and tone, it is a compassionate celebration of a complex man who, in the winter of his life, summoned the best in himself to come to the aid of his troubled nation.


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Metamorphosis

Let others delight in the good old days;
I am delighted to be alive right now.
This age is suited to my way of life.
–Ovid

ON A FINE summer’s day in 1970, Ted Kennedy skippered
his sailboat from Hyannis Port over to Monhegan Island, an
unspoiled, rocky outcropping ten miles off the coast of Maine, where
I customarily spent the month of August with my children. He’d
come to visit our mutual friend, the artist Jamie Wyeth, who’d painted
a portrait of Ted’s brother Jack not long after the president’s assassination.
Jamie always worked from live subjects, and while making his
preliminary sketches of JFK, he’d asked Ted to sit in, as it were, for
the dead president. As the portrait took shape, Ted had assumed the
identity of his martyred brother, and in that guise, he and Jamie had
become fast friends.

Ted and Joan Kennedy were staying with Jamie and his wife,
Phyllis, who owned the most beautiful home on the island. It had
once belonged to the famous illustrator Rockwell Kent, and it overlooked
a boulder- strewn beach called Lobster Cove, where a picturesque
old shipwreck lay rusting on its side.

Automobiles weren’t permitted on Monhegan Island, and I ran
into the Kennedys and Wyeths as they were coming down the footpath
from Lobster Cove on their way to the general store. Phyllis
Wyeth, who’d been left paralyzed from the waist down as the result
of an accident, was in a wheelchair. She introduced me to her weekend
guests: Joan, thirty- three, blond and willowy, at the height of
her mature beauty; and Ted, thirty- eight, in robust good health. It
was easy to see why Ted had been called the handsomest of the
handsome Kennedy brothers.

“How are you, Senator,” I said, shaking his hand.

My commonplace greeting seemed to perturb him, perhaps because
Phyllis had mentioned that I was a journalist with Newsweek,
and Ted Kennedy, at that time, was a fugitive from the media. Recently,
Massachusetts had released the official transcript of the inquest
into the 1969 death of Mary Jo Kopechne on Chappaquiddick Island.
The judge presiding over the inquest strongly implied that a
drunken Ted Kennedy had been driving Mary Jo to a sexual tryst
when his car plunged off a bridge and into a body of water, where
Mary Jo died.

I couldn’t tell whether Ted had a sailor’s sunburn, or whether
his face was scarlet with shame. His edgy defensiveness was underscored
by his stumbling syntax–a stammer that at times made him
sound slow- witted and even a bit dumb.

“Well, um, yes, ah, glorious day . . .” he said. “Beautiful
here, isn’t it? . . . Sailing, um. . . . Good day . . . er, for that. . . .
Wind. . . .”

Someone once referred to Ted Kennedy’s off- the- cuff speaking
style–as opposed to his superbly crafted speeches–as a “parody of
[Yankees manager] Casey Stengel: nouns in search of verbs.” I later
learned that the senator was aware of his tendency to speak in cryptic
fragments, joking that as the youn gest of nine children, he’d
never had a chance to complete a sentence. To correct the problem,
he’d consulted a psychologist, who prescribed a daily therapeutic
regimen to make him sound more intelligible when he wasn’t using
a prepared text. But he quickly lost interest in the therapy, and kept
on uh-ing and ah-ing with no noticeable improvement.

As we talked, I was struck by the fact that Ted didn’t look at
Joan. Their eyes never met. Indeed, they didn’t even bother with
the casual intimacies that are common between husband and wife.

Although I didn’t know it at the time, Joan was well on her way
to becoming a full- blown alcoholic. If Ted had once counted on Joan
to turn a blind eye to his infidelities, her alcoholism had changed all
that. Instead of tranquilizing her and making her more submissive,
drink had freed Joan to speak her mind.

She had recently given an indiscreet interview to the Ladies’
Home Journal.
She and Ted, she said, “know our good and bad
traits, we have seen one another at rock bottom. . . .” It was clear
that Joan’s tendency to talk about Ted in less than glowing terms
had put a strain on their marriage. The tragedy of Chappaquiddick
had only made matters worse.


AFTER OUR BRIEF chat on Monhegan Island, ten years passed
before I ran into Ted Kennedy again. This time, it was at a Christmas
party given by his sister- in- law Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis at
her Fifth Avenue pent house apartment. Ted was still recovering from
his ill- fated primary race against President Jimmy Carter. A month
or so before Jackie’s cocktail reception, Carter had been soundly defeated
by Ronald Reagan in the general election, which must have
given Ted Kennedy a feeling of schadenfreude. It also might have
accounted for the high spirits he displayed that December eve ning
at Jackie’s.

Ted had gained a good deal of weight, and there were strands
of gray in his thick mass of disordered hair. I had heard rumors that
he and Joan were living apart, and in fact he’d come to the party
without her. Joan’s absence was particularly conspicuous because
other members of Jackie’s extended family–including her mother,
her stepbrother, and assorted Kennedys, Shrivers, Lawfords, and
Smiths–were present. So were a few favored writers and journalists
who, like me, had been befriended by Jackie.

“Teddy,” Jackie said as she introduced us, “this is Ed Klein. He
used to be at Newsweek, and now he’s the editor of the New York
Times Magazine
.”

“The senator and I have met before,” I said. “You were visiting
Jamie and Phyllis Wyeth on Monhegan Island.”

“Oh, yes, um, I remember that, ah, day, ah, well,” he said.
But he was slurring his words and speaking more loudly than
necessary, and I concluded that he’d had too much to drink. Still, it
was interesting to note that, even when inebriated, Ted Kennedy
displayed impeccable manners. He had not yet turned fifty and
could still hold his liquor.


AGAIN, A DECADE or so went by before I met Ted Kennedy for
the third time. It was the early 1990s, and I’d left the Times after
eleven years as editor of its Sunday magazine and was now writing
for Vanity Fair and Parade. I’d been invited as the sole journalist to
attend a private dinner given by a group of wealthy contributors in
honor of Senator Kennedy at the “21” Club, a Manhattan mecca for
top business executives and Wall Street bankers.

Ted was preparing for a reelection campaign, and although
he’d established a record as one of the Senate’s all- time greats (he’d
had a hand in passing every major health, education, and civil rights
bill over the past thirty years), he was in serious po liti cal trouble
back home in Massachusetts. As a result of his entanglement in the
sordid Palm Beach rape case against his nephew William Kennedy
Smith, Ted’s poll numbers had sunk to an all- time low. It looked as
though the unthinkable might happen: a Kennedy might actually
lose a race in Massachusetts.

He loved the Senate, and he intended to fight with every
weapon at his disposal to keep his seat. His father, Joseph P. Ken -
nedy, had once famously said: “Politics is like war. It takes three
things to win. The first is money and the second is money and the
third is money.” Ted Kennedy had come to that night’s dinner to
raise a lot of money.

He was now sixty years old, and when he entered the room,
I hardly recognized him. There, in the middle of his creased and
crumpled face, was his alcohol- ravaged nose–a rough, veined protuberance
that was as gnarled as the knot of an oak tree. His bloated
body was bursting at the armpits of his suit jacket.

He was seated at a big round table next to his attractive new
wife, Victoria Reggie Kennedy, a tall, dark-haired, hazel- eyed woman
who was twenty- two years his ju nior. Vicki glowed with vigor and
self- confidence. A successful lawyer in her own right, Vicki had a
way of inserting herself into the conversation without appearing to
upstage the senator. In fact, it soon became apparent that Vicki was
there to look after Ted, monitor his answers, adjust them if necessary,
add some nuances–and make sure that he didn’t drink too
much. She sent the waiter away when he attempted to fill her husband’s
wineglass for the third time. Ted seemed perfectly content to
let Vicki run the show.

His speaking disability was on full display that eve ning. He had
trouble answering the simplest questions. He talked in sentence fragments
and at times didn’t make much sense. Each time he faltered,
he’d look over at Vicki, who’d beam back at him, and each time he
seemed to draw renewed confidence from her. I couldn’t help but
notice the submissive way he related to Vicki, and compare that with
the cool indifference he’d shown Joan on Monhegan Island some
twenty years before.

By the end of the eve ning, I’d come to an extraordinary conclusion:
This was no longer the same Ted Kennedy I had first met on
Monhegan Island. This Ted Kennedy was a less agitated, restless,
and fretful man; he was also less self- conscious and ill at ease, less
vain and egocentric.

Fundamental change in a person of Ted Kennedy’s age is rare.
But here was living proof that it was possible. There could be no
mistaking the fact that the remote and unresponsive Ted Kennedy of
Monhegan Island–the fugitive Ted Kennedy–had morphed into
someone else. He seemed like a more fully developed human being.

What, I wondered, accounted for this remarkable transformation?

THAT QUESTION HAS never been far from my mind in the years
following the “21” Club dinner. Since then, I’ve written a half dozen
books, including three about the life and death of Jacqueline
Kennedy Onassis and one about the tragic history of the Kennedy
family titled The Kennedy Curse. As I delved deeply into the massive
literature on the Kennedy family and interviewed hundreds of their
friends and associates, I noted that Ted Kennedy’s metamorphosis
was hardly ever scrutinized in the thousands of words that have been
written about him. He was, I concluded, the least understood and
the most underappreciated Kennedy of them all.

And so, when he came out for Barack Obama–marshaling the
legendary power of the Kennedy name to help boost Obama’s presxvi
idential candidacy–I decided to devote a book to Ted Kennedy. At
the time, he hadn’t been diagnosed with incurable brain cancer. He
still planned to run for reelection in 2012, when he would be eighty
years old. But after his brain surgery, he had to confront the somber
prospect that he wouldn’t be around to serve another term in the
Senate.

That realization must have been the cruelest blow of all. For
the Senate had come to define Ted Kennedy even more than his famous
last name. An unabashed liberal, he had many things he still
hoped to accomplish–rights to be protected, wrongs to be redressed.
But he had a particularly aggressive form of brain cancer, and he
knew that he was running out of time.

Since his brain surgery in June 2008, each day had been a reprieve;
each week a miracle. And when those weeks had turned into
months, his family and doctors were astounded by his resilience, as
was the entire country. All Americans, including those who did not
agree with his liberal politics, were in awe of his gallant last stand.
He was no longer sitting in for his dead brother. He had become his
own portrait in courage.


From the Hardcover edition.
Edward Klein

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EDWARD KLEIN is the former foreign editor of Newsweek and former editor in chief of The New York Times Magazine. He frequently contributes to Vanity Fair and Parade. Klein is also the author of several New York Times bestselling biographies, including All Too Human; Just Jackie; Farewell, Jackie; and The Kennedy Curse.
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“Arguably Klein's best work, Ted Kennedy is a masterful account, providing fly-on-the wall perspective into one of America’s most powerful and secretive families…a fascinating read about one of the most consequential men of our time.”
Newsmax

Ted Kennedy is quick, light and fascinating. Neither exculpatory nor completely censorious, it’s a portrait of an American legend whose life — whatever one things of his politics and his past — has been one of significance.”
Richmond Times-Dispatch

“Fast-paced, very readable…Klein drew on a vast store of original research and unprecedented access…worth reading.”
—Huntingtonnews.net


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  • Ted Kennedy by Edward Klein
  • August 17, 2010
  • Biography & Autobiography
  • Three Rivers Press
  • $15.00
  • 9780307451040

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