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PAUL DOUGLAS, not a member of the Commerce Committee and preoccupied with other issues in which he was taking a leading role, wanted to speak in support of Olds, although, his administrative aide, Frank McCulloch, recalls, “because of past attacks on Douglas himself [as a left-winger], he suspected he might be a target himself” if he did so. He had been waiting to hear from the nomination’s floor manager, until, on the very day of the debate, he realized that there was no floor manager—that little or no planning had gone into Olds’ defense. “In the afternoon, I made a canvass, found there was literally no one to speak for Olds,” he was to recall. Attempting to round up speakers proved difficult; “as the hour for the vote approached, a number of liberals suddenly discovered out-of-town engagements.” Exactly four other senators—Morse of Oregon, Aiken of Vermont, Langer of North Dakota, and Humphrey of Minnesota—were willing to take the floor for the nominee.
The five liberals who had the courage to rise in the Senate that evening knew they were going to lose. The natural gas industry “is moving heaven and earth to get Mr. Olds off the commission,” Morse said, and would succeed in doing so. “I realize that Mr. Olds is not going to be approved by this body; I think there is no doubt about it,” Aiken said. The forces moving against Olds were too strong, and “there are those who hope to see Mr. Olds destroyed….” They had decided to defend him, the five speakers said, because of their outrage at the injustice that was being done to him. “When we are determining whether to reapprove a person who has been in public office, I think we should judge him by his work as a public official during the time he has been in office,” Aiken said. “I do not think any of us would like to be judged entirely by what we did or said or wrote twenty or thirty years ago…. I do not think Mr. Olds is going to be hurt by those who would crucify him, but I think a great many other folk are going to be. I think the effects of what is being done here tonight will echo down far through the years ahead of us…. Certain public utilities are out to destroy a man for performing his duty. I do not know of anything worse than that.” Langer said that the hearings held by “a subcommittee headed by the distinguished senator from Texas” had brought out “nothing new.” Old charges were “dug up and dusted off again.” Olds’ long record in positions of public responsibility had been all but ignored. “I challenge senators to read the record from first page to last. They will not find a single word reflecting on his record.”
Hubert Humphrey was particularly eloquent. Olds had indeed criticized the American free enterprise system during the 1920s, Humphrey said—and, he said, “In the 1920s the American enterprise system should have been criticized. If there is any room in heaven for a politician, the politician who will be in heaven is the one who had the courage to stand up and condemn the exploiters of child labor and of adult labor, the exploiters of the widows who put their money into phony stocks.” Humphrey’s voice rang with passion as he spoke. “If Mr. Olds had the courage to stand up in the 1920s and say that he did not like that kind of rotten business practice, God bless him. Those who should be on trial tonight are those who sat serenely and did not raise a finger of protest when millions of people were robbed, families were broken, homes were destroyed, and businesses were bankrupted. All they did was to talk about some kind of business confidence, and prosperity around the corner, and split up the loot. If there is any divine justice those men will fry, and Mr. Olds will have a crown.”
And then, at 11:20 p.m., the subcommittee’s chairman rose, laid his speech on a lectern that had been placed on his desk, and began to read.
He took a moment to praise the impartiality with which he had conducted the hearings (“Every person who sought a hearing received a hearing. I believe Senators will find the record is complete”) and to raise the standard of senatorial independence against Truman’s attempted intervention. And then he turned to Leland Olds—forgetting, as he did so, to be “senatorial,” so that the rest of Lyndon Johnson’s speech, which lasted fifty minutes, was delivered in a hoarse shouting voice.
Johnson repeated all the charges that had been made against Olds: that the FPC chairman had schemed to substitute his own views for those of Congress; that he had substituted “confiscation” for regulation; that he had “advocated the assumption of complete Federal control” of natural gas producers; that he had made “vile and snide remarks” to “undermine and discredit” members of the FPC who did not agree with him, conducting an “insidious campaign of slander.” Seizing on the remark he had finally elicited from Olds that if he was no longer a member of the Commission, and the anti-regulation commissioners thereby became the majority, the Commission would not carry on “as active a regulation policy,” Lyndon Johnson quoted that statement to the Senate, and interpreted it. “This, indeed, is a strange position,” he shouted. “Here is a man declaring publicly and proudly that his colleagues on the Commission are virtually unworthy of the public confidence; declaring that he, and he alone, is capable and willing to defend the public interest.”
Then he turned to the hearings, portraying them in a light that would have been startling to anyone who had been present at them—as if their focus had not been natural gas at all but rather electric power, defining the words “special interests” and “power interest” and “utilities” as if the interests involved were not oil and natural gas but electric cooperatives and companies.
By using this definition Johnson was able to say that the “power interests” had not opposed Olds as newspapers had charged, but rather had supported him. “During the hearings,” he said, “not a single representative of power interests appeared to oppose Mr. Olds; the only representative of any utility who did appear came to testify in behalf of Mr. Olds. Hundreds of telegrams and letters have come to my office the past few days opposing Mr. Olds’ confirmation; not one has been signed by a representative of the electric utilities.” But, Johnson said, these “forces … have been at work on behalf of Mr. Olds…. Is it not self-evident that for favors granted, for services rendered, these ‘dragons of special privilege’—which Leland Olds supposedly combats three times daily and twice on Sundays—are now log-rolling in the oldest of Washington traditions, seeking for Leland Olds what both he and they so desperately need…. An attempt has been made to blackmail Congress into accepting his appointment through the simple device of charging all who oppose Leland Olds with being tools of ‘special interests’—many of which are actually supporting his nomination, and he knows it.”
And then, a few minutes after midnight, Lyndon Johnson came to the heart of his speech.
It began with a disclaimer—“I do not charge that Mr. Olds is a Communist”—but continued with phrases that were clearly intended to keep that possibility alive in the minds of his listeners.
“I do not charge that Mr. Olds is a Communist. No member of the subcommittee made any such accusation. I realize that the line he followed, the phrases he used, the causes he espoused resemble the party line today; but the Communist tie is not the tie that binds Leland Olds’ writings of the 1920s to his doctrines of the 1940s.” Rather, Johnson said, that “tie” was an “unmistakably clear purpose.” “Leland Olds had something in mind when he began to build his political empire across the Nation; he had something in mind when he chose to force a show-down with the Senate over his power to write laws of his own; he had something in mind when he chose to disregard the clear language of the Natural Gas Act and plot a course toward confiscation and public ownership.”
The purpose, Johnson said, had become clear in the 1920s. Leland Olds chose, Johnson said, “to travel with those who proposed the Marxian answer. His choice was not dictated by necessity; the company he chose, he chose of his own free will. He spoke from the same platforms [sic] with Earl Browder. He accepted subsidy from the so-called Garland Fund, a fund created and expended to keep alive Marxist organs and Marxist groups.”
And “why did these writings stop in 1929?” Johnson asked. Only, he said, “because Leland Olds, the advocate—Leland Olds, the man with a purpose,” found he could advance that purpose more successfully from within the government. “There he has been ever since,” Lyndon Johnson told the Senate. “From 1929 to 1949, discretion has stilled Leland Olds’ pen; his purpose and his methods have found sanctuary in the legalistic prose of commission opinions—prose which affects many more men than the Federated Press affected….”
“There can be no question about the environment, the trend of thought, the bent of mind of Leland Olds,” Johnson said. The issue, he said, was clear-cut:
“Shall we have a commissioner or a commissar?”
LYNDON JOHNSON’S SPEECH put the finishing touches on the portrait of Leland Olds that he had been painting for the Senate. “The debate, as is seldom the case, did change some minds,” one reporter wrote. Aired not in private or in a subcommittee hearing but on the Senate floor, the charges echoed with a heightened authority. And Johnson’s new hint that Olds might have had some insidious plot in mind, that he had stopped writing because he could more effectively accomplish “confiscation and public ownership” from within the government, evidently made some liberal senators who had determined to stand up for Olds, whatever the consequences, reconsider. “It took a brave senator to vote for a man who had been fingered, as Johnson fingered Olds in a committee and as he now did again, even more brutally, in the closing hours of that day on the Senate floor,” Robert Sherrill was to write. Says Professor Harris: “Most senators were far less interested in determining the accuracy of every accusation against Olds than they were in letting the public know and having the record show that they themselves did not vote for a man who was accused of being a communist.” While Johnson was speaking, with his accusations—“Marxian,” “Earl Browder,” “Marxist,” “Commissar”—rolling across the rows of Senate desks, a number of liberal senators quietly rose and left, and did not return for the vote. When the clerk called the yeas and nays, only thirteen Democrats voted yea, along with two Republicans. Leland Olds’ renomination was defeated by a vote of 53 to 15.
When the clerk announced those figures, a reporter wrote, “There was a moment of stunned silence [at] the overwhelming size of the vote.” In what the Washington Star said was “about as severe a political licking as any President ever got on a nominee,” Truman had been able to persuade only fifteen of ninety-six senators to support the official he recommended—an official who had already held his job for ten years, an official whose work many senators had come to know and to respect, as, over ten years, they had come to know and respect the man himself.
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ON CAPITOL HILL, and throughout political Washington, the vote was viewed as a personal triumph for Lyndon Johnson. “It’s not just every day in the week that a freshman senator can oppose his President, the chairman of his party, governors, mayors, national committeemen and others, and come out with a 53–15 victory,” one senator told a reporter. “Lyndon Johnson almost alone was responsible for the defeat,” Joseph Rauh said. “And he did that as a freshman senator.” John Gunther, making his rounds of Capitol Hill offices to lobby for ADA causes, said, “During the next couple of weeks, walking around the Hill, it became clear that people were a little scared of Lyndon Johnson. All of a sudden, he was big.”
One aspect of the triumph made it especially significant. Dissatisfied with the attendance as Johnson was rising to speak, the two giants from Georgia glanced at each other, and then rose and walked together out of the Chamber to summon other senators. Before long—and well before the crucial “commissar” line was uttered—the number of senators listening to Johnson (even after the discreet liberals had left) was quite respectable.
After the speech, Richard Russell was beaming. As always, he hung back, but Walter George, the Senate’s most renowned speechmaker, hurried over, and told Johnson, “I’ve never heard a more masterful speech against a nomination.” And southerners (along with some conservative Republicans) lined up to shake Johnson’s hand, as they had done after his maiden speech in March.
The strident anti-Communism of Johnson’s rhetoric may have grated on liberals, but it didn’t grate on southerners, most of whom were as fervently anti-Communist as even Johnson could have wished. During his first year in the Senate, Johnson had delivered two major speeches. The first, in March, had announced his enlistment in the ranks of the southerners who ran the Senate. The second had demonstrated that he could be an effective leader in their causes. “In the minds of many,” Lowell Mellett wrote, “the shame of the Senate, in the session now ending, has been written in oil … by a sneak attack on [Leland Olds’] personal reputation, the surefire smear technique of labeling him a Communist or Communist sympathizer….” But the columnist’s analysis also noted that “the Southern bloc emerged from the session stronger than ever.”
“VICTORY” WAS A WORD used in banner headlines all over Texas, and, the state’s newspapers made clear, it was Lyndon Johnson’s victory. In a score of articles he was identified as “Lyndon Johnson, who led the fight against Leland Olds.”
And, the newspapers told Texans, it was a victory that had required great political courage. In his speech, Johnson had portrayed himself as a lone crusader fighting overwhelming forces: the President, the Democratic National Committee and, of course, those “dragons of special privilege” bringing immense pressure to bear for Leland Olds. “The lash of a party line can be painful,” he said. “I do not relish disagreeing with my President and being unable to comply with the chairman of my party, but I can find no comfort in failing to do what I know is right.” The big Texas newspapers, many of whose publishers had substantial oil and natural gas interests, took the point. “The outstanding feature of the present session of Congress has been the courage displayed by Sen. Lyndon B. Johnson of Texas in opposing confirmation,” the Dallas Times-Herald said. “It was a whopping triumph for Sen. Lyndon B. Johnson of Texas … who led the Senate revolt against pressure attempted in Olds’ behalf by the Democratic national committee,” David Botter wrote in the Dallas Morning News. The headline over an editorial in the Houston Post, which stated that “left wing columnists and commentators” and the Truman Administration “exerted all possible pressure,” was “PRINCIPLE VS. PRESSURE.” Principle had won, the Post said, because Johnson had made the issue clear: “The question” was indeed, the Post said, “Shall we have a commissioner or a commissar?”
As was often the case, Leslie Carpenter, correspondent for a number of Texas newspapers, was the most enthusiastic writer of all. “At 11:10 pm [sic] on the night of Oct. 12,” his story began, “Texas’ lanky 41-year-old Junior Senator Lyndon B. Johnson stepped to the front of the historic Senate Chamber to begin what he considered the ‘most important speech’ of his public career…. When Johnson—who had sat patiently without saying a word while the Olds’ partisans spoke—began speaking, it was evident that the responsibility for proving the case against Olds rested upon the Texas Senator. The Texan spoke calmly, deliberately….” At other points in his narrative, Carpenter said, Johnson spoke “soberly,” “firmly.” “Patiently,” Carpenter wrote, “Johnson unfolded the record.” His opponents, Carpenter said, had been routed. “Columnists and commentators, who had been defending Olds by assailing Johnson, remained silent and said nothing further against Johnson.”
The Texas newspapers lauding Johnson included many which had, a year before, opposed his campaign for the Senate. Now they confessed their error. Said the state’s most influential newspaper, the Dallas Morning News: “The junior senator from Texas very properly stands up to this pressure and stands up to his duty as he sees it. The News believed and believes that Senator Johnson obtained office as the result of an election by a slender majority counted in his favor in violation of law…. Without retracting anything that has been said, it is possible to commend the Senator de facto for what is certainly personal and political courage in the performance of duty.” The Leland Olds fight had given Johnson the newspaper support he had previously lacked. A hundred articles portrayed him as the senator who had stood up against a President and against subversion—and when he returned to the great province in the Southwest (in a symbolically appropriate chariot, Brown & Root’s new DC-3), he did so as its hero, on a triumphal tour across the vast state on which he spoke before cheering audiences.
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THE TOUR GAVE HIM an opportunity to achieve another goal—one he had been trying to achieve since the day Franklin Roosevelt died. As long as his great patron had been alive and lavishing favors on him, Johnson had been identified as a New Dealer, but in the four years since FDR’s death, he had been attempting to make Texans understand that, as a friendly reporter wrote after a 1947 interview, while “People all over Texas formed an impression over the years that Lyndon Johnson personified the New Deal… it would be an error to tag Johnson now as a strong New Dealer.” (In that interview Johnson himself said that the tag would always have been an error, saying “I think the term ‘New Dealer’ is a misnomer….”) Nonetheless, doubts had lingered—were still lingering despite his sterling record in the civil rights and Leland Olds fights; he intended the speeches he made on this tour to lay those doubts to rest. His instructions to Busby were specific, and the young speechwriter, sending Johnson a draft of one talk, attached a note saying he hoped he had succeeded in complying with them. “I hope it is sufficiently conservative. I merely wrote things I do believe, and think you do, too.”
The strongest argument that Lyndon Johnson was not now and had never been a liberal, of course, was a record of militant anti-Communism, and he selected a dramatic setting to remind Texas of his victory over the FPC “commissar”: the annual meeting, held in 1949 in El Paso, of delegates from southwestern rural electrification cooperatives—many of them men who had been assisted by Leland Olds in their battles to establish those co-ops.
In his speech, Johnson told the delegates that during the renomination fight, an REA spokesman—“a man purporting to speak for all of you”—had endorsed Olds. And in allowing this man to do so, Johnson hinted, the delegates had been used as tools by Communists. The argument that Olds was opposed by the power lobby, Johnson said “was simply not true—it was the same old smokescreen behind which many men hide when they need to hide their records. If Joe Stalin were nominated, I suppose his pals would try to arouse support by shouting that the power lobby was against him. You have a bigger job to do than serve as a tool of the smear artists and the propagandists….” Johnson warned the delegates—who were acutely aware, of course, that their co-ops’ continued expansion depended upon Washington’s approval of their loan applications—that their error in judgment had better not be repeated. “The graveyard of good intentions is filled with the remains of individuals and organizations who nosed into affairs which were not their own,” he said. “For your political life as for your business life, I recommend a four [sic]-word slogan: ‘Stay out of the Red!’” He warned the delegates not to “permit REA to become the lambskin in which the wolves of alien radicalism cloak themselves.”
The most significant meetings Lyndon Johnson held on this tour, however, were not the public ones but the private. When the Brown & Root plane delivered him to Texas, it delivered him first to Houston, where a Brown & Root limousine met him and took him to the Brown & Root suite in the Lamar Hotel. Waiting for him there, in Suite 8-F, were men who really mattered in Texas: Herman and George Brown, of course, and oilman Jim Abercrombie and insurance magnate Gus Wortham. And during the two months he spent in Texas thereafter, the Senator spent time at Brown & Root’s hunting camp at Falfurrias, and in oilman Sid Richardson’s suite in the Fort Worth Club.
These meetings were very private. During his stay in 8-F, a Houstonian—important but not important enough to be part of the 8-F crowd—telephoned Johnson’s office in Washington to try to arrange an appointment, but Busby was careful not to let him know even that Johnson was in Houston. When Johnson was at Falfurrias—the most private place of all—even high federal officials couldn’t reach him, not even his longtime ally Stuart Symington, who was told the “Senator cannot be reached by telephone”; the Secretary of the Air Force was reduced to leaving a message for Johnson to call him. To the extent possible, his whereabouts were concealed from everyone in Washington—even from members of his staff there. During his week at Falfurrias, Busby attempted to reach him through his Austin office; Mary Louise Glass, in that office, would tell him only that “Mr. Johnson has just advised me that he is taking a vacation himself—on a ranch—and cannot be reached until he comes out of the shinnery.” Even the most urgent communications from Washington—the envelopes from Walter Jenkins to Johnson marked “personal and confidential”—were held in Austin by Mary Louise instead of being forwarded.
THE BROWN BROTHERS had been assuring their conservative friends for years that Lyndon wasn’t really a liberal, that he was as “practical” as they were, and now they were almost gloating in this proof that they had been correct. As their lobbyist Oltorf recalls, “Even after everything Lyndon had done—even after the Taft-Hartley and the way he fought Truman on the FEPC and all that—they [independent oilmen] had still been suspicious. They still thought he was too radical. But now he had tangibly put something in their pockets. Somebody who put money in their pockets couldn’t be a radical. They weren’t suspicious any more.” Herman Brown was a businessman who wanted value for money spent. As George, who echoes his brother’s thinking, says, “Listen, you get a doctor, you want a doctor who does his job. You get a lawyer, you want a lawyer who does his job. You get a Governor, you want a Governor who does his job.” Doctor, lawyer, governor, congressman, senator—when Herman “got” somebody, he wanted his money’s worth. And now he had gotten it—gotten it and more. The men associated with Herman Brown had gotten it, too. A long time ago, in 1937, when Lyndon Johnson had first run for Congress, Ed Clark had decided to “buy a ticket on him.” Now that ticket had paid off big.
The Leland Olds fight had paid off for Lyndon Johnson, too, and he knew it. He had known for years that he needed the wholehearted support of the oilmen and of men like Clark for the money necessary if he were ever to realize his dreams. Now, at last, he had that support, and he was as happy as his aides had ever seen him. “It is a real pleasure to be around him when he is feeling this way,” Warren Woodward wrote Busby. Back in the house on Dillman Street in Austin for Christmas, Lyndon Johnson wrote a letter to Justice William O. Douglas. “This has been one of the finest years—perhaps the finest—of our lives,” he said.
AND WHAT ABOUT the effect of the fight in another house—Leland Olds’ house in Washington on McKinley Street?
There was very little money in that house. By October, Leland Olds had not received a paycheck for four months, and the Oldses’ meagre savings were almost exhausted. President Truman wrote him, “Of course, I felt very badly about your situation. I sincerely hope that it will work out all right for you individually.” And the President tried to make it work out as well as possible. Telling reporters he “would still like to find a government job for Olds”—one that would not require Senate approval—he thought he had found one: as a consultant to his nominee as Secretary of the Interior, Oscar L. Chapman. But there were delays. Although Olds’ appointment did not need Senate approval, Chapman’s did, and Democratic National Chairman Boyle told a reporter confidentially that although Olds “is in desperate financial straits,” his appointment could not be announced “until after Chapman’s confirmation for fear it would cause Chapman grave difficulties with the Senate.” Olds could not hold out. In January, 1950, the President created a Water Resources Policy Commission, headed by Morris Cooke, apparently primarily to provide Olds with a salary; he was the Commission’s only paid member, with a salary drawn from a presidential emergency fund. The following year he was shifted to a salaried post on an interagency committee studying the development of natural resources in New England.
After January, 1953, however, there was no Truman in the White House—and no job in government for Leland Olds, now sixty-two years old. He would never hold a government job again. On the advice of friends and admirers, he established a consulting firm, Energy Research Associates, with two employees—himself and a secretary—in a small office on K Street furnished with used furniture. Rural electrification cooperatives and public power systems retained him for research projects for which, recalls the American Public Power Association’s Alex Radin, “He charged modest fees.”
Speaking at conventions of rural electrification organizations, Olds imparted his philosophy to the organizations’ young officials—the new generation of crusaders for public power—and they came to revere him. When, in 1984, the author arrived at Alex Radin’s office in Washington to interview him, he noticed open on Radin’s desk a black-bound book he recognized. It was the bound transcript of the 1949 hearings on Leland Olds’ renomination. “Yes,” Radin said, “I’ve been reading the Lyndon Johnson hearings.” During the interview, even while Radin was discussing other subjects, his eyes kept glancing toward the transcript. Finally, he reached out for it, and showed the author the page—142—to which it was open. “Johnson is trying here to get Olds to say the members of the FPC who opposed him [Olds] were tools of the private power companies,” Radin said, “and Olds replies, ‘I do not think along those lines. I try to assume that every man is good.’ All the time I knew him, that was how he acted about Lyndon Johnson, and the others who attacked him. I never once heard him express one word of recrimination.” Then, so that the author could read the exchange for himself, Radin handed him the transcript. It was battered and dog-eared. “Yes, I’ve read it and re-read it many times,” Radin said.
While the young officials could give Olds work, however, the fees they could pay were modest. After he lost his FPC post, says a friend, “He was a poor man the rest of his life.”
AND THERE WERE worse things than poverty.
Maud Olds had insisted, over Leland’s objections, on attending the subcommittee hearings. “My mother sat there with my father all day long,” their daughter Zara Olds Chapin says, listening to witnesses call her husband a traitor and a jackass and a crackpot, listening to Lyndon Johnson sneer at him and demand that he “answer that question ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ and stop hedging and dodging.”
“It was a very bitter time,” Zara says, “a very hurtful time for my mother…. You just can’t believe that human beings can turn on you like that.” And, of course, every morning her mother had to open her front door, where the newspapers were waiting, with their headlines.
The hurt was deepened by the behavior of some of her neighbors—particularly as, a few months after the hearings, McCarthyism began to cast its pall over Washington. More than one couple on McKinley Street whom the Oldses had considered friends—“people we had had to our house for dinner,” Zara says with an indignation undimmed after four decades—became noticeably reluctant to be seen talking to them. “They wouldn’t even come into our yard,” she says. One neighbor, in the past, would always stop if she saw Maud outside and chat with her. Now the neighbor passed by without stopping, and finally she told Maud—as Maud related—that “she didn’t dare” to stop and talk.
“That was the atmosphere in Washington then,” Zara says. “They were afraid they would be tainted if they were seen talking to someone who had been called a Communist. They said they didn’t feel he was a Communist, but that their career in government might be hurt. That was the atmosphere in Washington then. Mother understood that, but it hurt Mother very much.”
Maud had always been what her family and friends call “high-strung,” “intense,” and in 1944, she had suffered what they describe as a “nervous breakdown.” She had been recovered for years, but now, after the hearings and the snubs in the street, “she became very upset,” Zara says. During the months following the hearings, she lost twenty-five pounds. Sometimes someone walking into a room in the Olds house which they had thought was empty would find Maud Olds standing there, silently weeping.
It took a long time for Maud Olds to recover, her daughter says, and in some ways, she never recovered. “She always was wishing there was something she could do to get back at the people” who had hurt her husband, Zara says. “She just never stopped wishing that.” She lived until the age of ninety, and, says Zara, “she died hating Lyndon Johnson. Until the day she died, she could hardly say his name.”
AS FOR THE EFFECT of his renomination fight on Leland Olds himself, he tried not to let anyone see it. Alex Radin, who often traveled and talked with him, says, “I never once heard Leland Olds mention Lyndon Johnson…. I think he sort of buried that part of his life.” But while friends and colleagues who had known Olds before the hearings use words like “bouncy,” “cheerful,” and “enthusiastic” to describe him, men and women who met Olds only after October, 1949, use adjectives like “restrained,” “tense.”
“My father never really talked much about the hearings,” Zara recalls. “Never really very much at all. He was a stiff-upper-lip kind of guy.” That pose was effective with her for three years after the hearings, but then, returning home for her first extended stay since the hearings, she saw beneath the pose. “It wasn’t anything he said,” she recalls. “But he had lost all his buoyancy. My father had always had so much energy. He wasn’t enthusiastic, and all the other things he always was.”
Her father, Zara was to say, had loved his work with a consuming passion. He had never lost his enthusiasm for analyzing huge masses of data and finding the significant implications in them: time had always passed unnoticed when he was involved in such work; when he finally went home at night, he was always eager to get up and start at it again the next day. And he loved the fact that in that data lay the possibility of improving people’s lives. “One of my father’s driving things was to make a dent in history by helping human beings,” Zara would say. “I was taught from the time I was a child that the important thing was to get cheap electricity for the common people.” His work with the FPC, she says, was the work he was born to do.
Now, at the age of fifty-eight, that work had been taken away from him forever. To Zara, the saddest part of her return home was that in the evenings her parents “would go out to dinner and the movies like other people. Daddy had never had time to go out like that.”
And then, of course, there was another poignant aspect of the situation. To replace Olds, Truman appointed Mon Wallgren, a former senator and crony, who, in 1952, Fortune magazine was to call “quite possibly the least effective chairman, or even member, the FPC has ever had…. A lazy fellow [and] too preoccupied with politicking to pay proper attention to FPC business.” During Wallgren’s chairmanship, the policies and regulations that Leland Olds had instituted to break the grip of the private electric utilities and natural gas monopolies were, one by one, reversed.
Zara would never forget one visit she made to the McKinley Street house in late 1953 or early 1954. She and her parents and her sister Mary were sitting around the dining room table listening to the evening news when suddenly the announcer was talking about yet another policy change that had been announced that day by the FPC, a change that eliminated a regulation for which Olds had once fought. Someone jumped up and switched off the radio, as if it hurt too much to listen. Years later, recalling the incident to the author over the telephone, Zara said she realized in that moment that “My father had seen all the things he’d worked for broken.
“I have to hang up. I’m crying now,” she said.
Writing years later about the hearings, Senator Paul Douglas was to say that “Olds was crushed by the experience, and I do not think that he and his family ever recovered from the blow.” The experience, Joseph Rauh says, “killed Olds. I don’t know how many years he lived after that, but he never really recovered himself.”
ONE OTHER INCIDENT connected with the hearings perhaps deserves mention. It occurred during a brief recess. Leland Olds was standing in the corridor outside the hearing room, talking to his wife and Melwood Van Scoyoc, when Lyndon Johnson emerged and started to walk by. Then he stopped, came up behind Olds, and put his hand on his shoulder.
“Lee,” he said, “I hope you understand there’s nothing personal in this. We’re still friends, aren’t we? It’s only politics, you know.”
LELAND OLDS DIED, after suffering a heart attack, on Sunday, August 5, 1960. There were tributes in the Senate—a few tributes: by 1960, few senators remembered Leland Olds. Senator James Murray of Montana said, “A great American passed away last week. He had his enemies, but I wish to state on the floor of the Senate that I believe we owe to Leland Olds a debt of gratitude which was not paid, and may never be paid, but which I wish to acknowledge at this time.” One of the tributes was from the Democratic presidential nominee, John F. Kennedy, who said, “In a sense … developments such as the St. Lawrence Waterway and power projects are a permanent memorial to him,” and added that Olds established “the foundation for the giant power systems that will soon be serving America.”
There was no comment from the Democratic vice presidential nominee.