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- <title>
- Aug. 02, 1993: Where Hope Ends
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- <history>
- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1993
- Aug. 02, 1993 Big Shots:America's Kids and Their Guns
- </history>
- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- THE WHITE HOUSE, Page 31
- Where Hope Ends
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- <body>
- <p>The apparent suicide of a close friend and adviser leaves the
- Clintons in mourning and Washington with a painful question:
- Why did he do it?
- </p>
- <p>By MARGARET CARLSON/WASHINGTON--With reporting by Michael Duffy/Washington
- </p>
- <p> "Before we came here, we thought of ourselves as good people."
- This was one of the few observations Vincent Foster Jr., the
- 48-year-old deputy White House counsel, allowed himself to make
- about how Washington had chipped away at his psyche after he
- joined the Clinton Administration. Last Tuesday afternoon, six
- months to the day since his boyhood friend had taken the oath
- of office and everything seemed possible for the men from Hope,
- Foster passed through the iron gate of the White House in his
- gray Nissan, crossed the Potomac River to a Civil War fort preserved
- as a national park in Virginia, and apparently put his father's
- antique .38-cal. Colt revolver in his mouth and ended his life,
- leaving those who knew him in stunned and uncomprehending grief.
- </p>
- <p> The President, whose friendship with Foster began four decades
- earlier in Hope, Arkansas, learned of his death at about 10
- p.m. After cutting short a live interview with Larry King in
- the library of the residence, he immediately called Hillary,
- who was in Little Rock. He then ordered an unmarked van to take
- him to Georgetown to visit Foster's wife Lisa. He stayed there
- for several hours, then returned for a vigil with friends at
- the White House, where he said "we did a lot of crying and a
- little bit of laughing" remembering the man Clinton called his
- Rock of Gibraltar. "When I was told what happened," he recalled,
- "I just kept thinking in my mind of when we were so young, sitting
- on the ground in the backyard, throwing knives into the ground
- and seeing if we were adroit enough to make them stick."
- </p>
- <p> The knives hardly ever stuck, Clinton said, but the friendship
- did. The President brought his oldest friend, who was also his
- wife's colleague at the Rose law firm, to Washington with him.
- One of Little Rock's most brilliant litigators, Foster was trusted
- by the Clintons, says Arkansas lawyer Joe Purvis, "not just
- for one or two projects, but leaned on in almost every facet"
- of their lives. As deputy in the counsel's office, he was among
- those who attracted much of the criticism in the early days
- of the Administration over insufficiently vetting nominees and
- the abrupt firing of seven members of the travel office. He
- had become a target of Wall Street Journal editorials about
- the "legal cronies from Little Rock," but he had laughed it
- off, calling it, says a colleague, "b.s. stuff." He was the
- one, Clinton recalled, who bucked up others, always the protector
- who never seemed in need of protection himself.
- </p>
- <p> The death left the White House staff wandering around glassy-eyed
- in disbelief, with those who knew him best searching their memories
- for the offhand remark, the telling anecdote that would illuminate
- what Foster kept hidden. Skip Rutherford, an aide to chief of
- staff Mack McLarty, recalls a conversation a week earlier when
- Foster said, "No one back in Little Rock could know how hard
- this is." Purvis remembers Foster's description of his days.
- "You try to be at work by 7 in the morning and sometimes it's
- 10 at night when you walk out just dog-tired. About the time
- you're thinking `What a load,' you turn around and see the White
- House lit up, and the awe of where you are and what you're doing
- hits you. It makes you realize it's worth it."
- </p>
- <p> The official account of Foster's death has done nothing to answer
- the questions about a man charmed in his life and so devoted
- to his wife and three children that he once admitted that "two
- days alone in the house" without them drove him crazy. There
- was no note near the cannon where his body was slumped, or in
- the car parked 200 yards away.
- </p>
- <p> Foster's morning had been spent in routine meetings and at a
- Rose Garden ceremony to announce the nomination of a new FBI
- director. Foster returned to his second-floor office with his
- boss, Bernard Nussbaum, and had a sandwich at his desk. Nussbaum
- recalls an upbeat conversation when his assistant poked his
- head into the office a little after noon. That afternoon Foster's
- wife was at her new house with her friend Donna McLarty, telling
- her that Vince's distraction--no one called it a depression--had lifted during a getaway weekend on Maryland's Eastern
- Shore.
- </p>
- <p> It is unknown what Foster did between about 1 p.m. and 6:04
- p.m., when the U.S. Park Police, tipped off by an anonymous
- caller, found his body. And despite the President's acceptance
- of Foster's death as an inexplicable suicide, the Justice Department
- is coordinating an investigation to consider foul play, blackmail
- or any other possibility.
- </p>
- <p> As Foster's life was drawing to a close, lawmakers were on their
- feet cheering the President's only public speech at the Capitol
- since his February economic address. While it had been a rough
- six months for Clinton, the sustained applause rang in his ears,
- and the President and his aides felt optimistic. But Vince Foster,
- on that peaceful bluff overlooking the Potomac, could not hear
- the cheers or feel the optimism. He had already crossed to the
- other shore.
- </p>
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