The moment when all hopes for a period of healing dissolved can be precisely charted. It was on a weekend in the middle of April 1973. On Friday the 13th, the predominantly Democratic Federal City Club of Washington, in a gesture of good will, bestowed its public service award on me, a senior representative of the Nixon Administration, and on John Sherman Cooper, a senior Republican Senator. I brought to the occasion an appeal for unity. With Viet Nam behind us, I said, the nation's foreign policy could combine the exuberant idealism of...
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