Of course, by then I had moved to Washington. I don’t know if I’d impressed Bill Knowland with my work out there on the floor, or if he just felt sorry for me after Nixon stabbed us in the back, but he offered me a spot on his staff. I would have had to be off my nut turning down a gig like that. Besides, I didn’t have a whole lot keeping me in California anyways. Well, not after Suzy left, anyways.
So I packed up and moved to D.C. I’ll be honest when I say that I was a little intimidated at first. Washington politics make California politics look like a tea party. But once I got into it, well…[Chuckles] I was like a pig in slop. I mean, working for the Senate Majority Leader is a pretty nice spot to be in when the GOP’s got the Congress and the White House.
Yeah, things were swell. For a while, at least. [Frowns] Then May rolled around. I remember the day. I was having lunch at the Mayflower with some buddies. Anyways, some guy runs in looking all out of breath and makes a beeline straight for our table. Turns out he’s in the press corps and is real buddy-buddy with one of the folks I was eating with. We ask him what’s the scoop and he says, “It’s the President! He’s got cancer!”
The table went dead. Then it exploded, everybody talking at once. “How bad is it?” “What’s going to happen?” “Did he know when he ran?” Every question you could think of. Then my pal Doug let out the big one: “What if he dies?”
There were two reasons we nominated McCarthy back in ’52. First, he could stir up a crowd in ways Taft and Stevenson could only dream of doing. Second, those of us who didn’t like him thought it would shut him the hell up. Old Jack Garner once said that the V.P. slot wasn’t worth a bucket of warm piss, and a lot of us took that to heart. I mean, who’d ever even heard of Harry Truman till Roosevelt keeled over?
Boy did we ball that one up. Since he’d been elected, McCarthy hadn’t missed a beat. Every day he was at the Capitol, except now he was President of the Senate instead of just some pain in the ass from Wisconsin. He’d been doing everything he could to turn the Hill into his own personal manor.
[Shakes head] You know it’s funny in a nasty sort of way. We thought McCarthy and his little rat Cohn were bad back then. None of us thought…hell, none of us wanted to think what would happen with McCarthy in the Oval Office. And seeing as how things turned out…I mean, can you blame us?
—James “Jim” McEvoy, quoted in Better Dead than Red: An American Memoir by Studs Terkel