
certainly did not want to become one of the Title X motherfuckers. He left the Central Command in July
and retired from the Army in August. He told friends that he made $1 million giving speeches in his first several
months of retirement, and he signed up to write a memoir for which he received a multimillion-dollar contract.
He told publishers that he had no criticism of Rumsfeld, who was his buddy and friend. No way was he going to
offend his No. 1 patron. His book would be a serious memoir, not a gossipy exposé.
POWELL SPENT
the next months more often than not on the defensive. To those who thought he should have
een a more forceful advocate against war, he replied that he had taken his best shot. He had not misled anyone,
he told associates. He had argued successfully in August and September 2002 that the president adopt two
tracks—plan for war and conduct diplomacy through the United Nations. The president could travel those two
tracks only so long before he would reach a fork in the road, and one fork was war. “He’s the president,” Powell
told associates, “and he decided and therefore it was my obligation to go down the other fork with him.”
As the war planning had progressed over the nearly 16 months, Powell had felt that the easier the war
looked, the less Rumsfeld, the Pentagon and Franks had worried about the aftermath. They seemed to think Iraq
was a crystal goblet and that all they had to do was tap it and it would crack. It had turned out to be a beer mug
instead. Now they owned the beer mug.
Visiting Iraq in the fall of 2003, Powell saw the mass graves and heard the testimony of witnesses to the
torture and oppression. He was delighted that Saddam and his whole rotten regime were gone. It was the saving
grace. Certainly the decision to go to war was not 100 percent wrong. History, after all, had not yet determined
whether it was right or wrong.
Armitage was growing increasingly restive. He believed that the foreign-policy-making system that was
supposed to be coordinated by Rice was essentially dysfunctional. That dysfunction had served well as long as
Powell and he could delay war. But that effort had ultimately failed. Later in 2003, whenever there was a
residential speech or an issue with the White House, particularly on the Middle East, he would say to Powell,
“Tell these people to fuck themselves.”
Powell’s response was to soldier on.
Months after the war, Rice asked Armitage about his all-too-apparent distress. The NSC system is
dysfunctional, he told her bluntly, and the deputies committee was not carrying its load. Policy was not
sufficiently coordinated, debated and then settled. She needed to be a good, knock-down-drag-out fighter to be a
strong security adviser and enforce discipline.
Rice said that she was dealing with genuine heavyweights, as Armitage well knew. Cheney, Powell and
Rumsfeld were not shrinking violets, and the president wanted to make sure each had his say.
In early October, the president gave Rice new authority and responsibility for coordinating the tremendous
task of stabilizing and rebuilding Iraq.
On October 12, 2003,
The Washington Post
published a long front page story headlined, “Rice Fails to
Repair Rifts, Officials Say; Cabinet Rivalries Complicate Her Role.” The story by Glenn Kessler and Peter
Slevin, the paper’s two chief State Department reporters, reflected Armitage’s critique precisely, though no
current administration officials, including Armitage, were quoted by name.
Rice expressed her concern to Powell, who defended his deputy. “You can blame Rich if you want,”
Powell said. “Rich had the guts to go talk to you directly about this, so I don’t think he is the source.” What
Armitage had said reflected a general feeling around Washington and in the foreign policy establishment,
Powell said. “We are not knitted up and we don’t go about these things well. And whether you like it or not,
that’s a view that is heard around town. And I’m sorr
it comes back to the NSC for not makin
it ha
en.”