Memoir of a Prosecutor
ALTHOUGH I had been appointed an Assistant United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York under Eisenhower, I stayed on when Robert F. Kennedy took over the Department of Justice and Robert M. Morgenthau came in as United States Attorney. On every assistant’s desk was a buzzer operated from the front office. One morning late in the summer of 1961, mine rang. I walked around to Mr. Morgenthau’s room. The door was closed, but the receptionist waved me in.
Behind the desk sat Morgenthau, smoking a cigar. In a chair in front of the desk Robert Kennedy fidgeted with a pair of heavy hornrimmed glasses. Morgenthau introduced me to the Attorney General, who nodded once. It was his only contribution to the conversation. I sat down, and Morgenthau proceeded to explain why I was there. What he said and some of the events which followed are the subject of this article. I want to tell about them because truth is better than guff, and therefore we should know how powerful men actually use their time and opportunities. To the considerable disclosures of recent years, I here make my small addition.
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