Lee Hamilton: Washington's bipartisan power broker
Need to get bitter political rivals talking? Need the ear of an ayatollah? He's the go-to guy in crises.
from the December 12, 2007 edition
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But even Hamilton's willingness to listen has its limits: Former colleagues say he's plain-spoken, but particularly frank when he's angry. "Understated, but ... firm," says James Thurber, who worked with Hamilton on a House of Representatives administrative reorganization.
That's precisely the style on display this week, as Hamilton reacts to news that the CIA destroyed tapes of detainee interrogations. In the 9/11 commission inquiry, he'd asked for any recordings the agency possessed. "We were told they did not exist," he says. "Our investigation was clearly obstructed." In common parlance, that sounds like being lied to. In legalese, it sounds like a crime. But Hamilton insists there's nuance here: "The CIA's a big organization. It could very well have been that the people we were talking to didn't know about the existence [of the tapes]. I can't say a particular official was lying. But the agency clearly ... misled us.... I'm not saying that's a crime, but I'm saying they obstructed our investigation."
This, in fact, may be Hamilton's best political strategy. You don't build a career like his by reacting emotionally. His first high-profile Congressional assignment was chairing the Iran-Contra investigation; in part on the basis of testimony from Oliver North, he closed his inquiry without recommending a criminal investigation. Two years later, Mr. North was on trial for misleading Congress. You might expect a man passionate about his distaste for government secrecy, who'd staked no small part of his reputation on that inquiry, to be angry. But Hamilton simply says: "I felt I had been lied to."
Today, Hamilton serves Congress in a different role, as a director of the Woodrow Wilson International Center for Scholars, a congressionally chartered think tank. His office is simple, with a family portrait on a coffee table and the archive of his constituent newsletters occupying a full shelf. For all his minimalism and informality – he chats with feet propped against the coffee table and rocks on the back legs of his chair – and for all the freedom from fundraising and interest groups, he still plays his cards close to the vest.
A fuller story might tell more than the sum of its guarded parts. This is a man, after all, whose biography could be something of an allegory for modern American history.
But he has always seemed more interested in the national than the personal. He sits on any number of untold stories about America's most critical moments in the past quarter-century, but what good would it do to bring them out now?
After all, you never know when you might need to call Iran.









