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On January 8, I reported on the formation of “Republicans for Traditional Conservative Values,” a fundraising operation headquartered in the home of Linda Chavez, the conservative commentator and once George W. Bush’s choice for labor secretary until it was revealed that she had made payments to an illegal immigrant. This was noteworthy because the Washington Post had previously exposed how Chavez had set up a number of fundraising operations that provided a “steady source of income for Chavez and four family members, who served as treasurers and consultants to the committees.” Only about 1 percent of the money raised by Chavez family operations went to political candidates, reported the Post.
Now Chavez’s husband, former White House official Christopher Gersten, says the family is shutting down all its fundraising operations. A Roll Call story from January 16 (which I missed at the time but which a reader kindly forwarded yesterday) said Gersten and Chavez had declared their intentions to shut down all five of their outfits, citing privacy concerns. The statement came after Roll Call made its own inquiries about Republicans for Traditional Conservative Values. “I’m closing it down because of my family,” Gersten told Roll Call. “I don’t foresee any future political action committee fundraising will be initiated by me.”
More from Ken Silverstein:
Commentary — November 17, 2015, 6:41 pm
The Clintons’ so-called charitable enterprise has served as a vehicle to launder money and to enrich family friends.
Years ago, I lived in Montana, a land of purple sunsets, clear streams, and snowflakes the size of silver dollars drifting through the cold air. There were no speed limits and you could legally drive drunk. My small apartment in Missoula had little privacy. In order to write, I rented an off-season fishing cabin on Rock Creek, a one-room place with a bed and a bureau. I lacked the budget for a desk. My idea was to remove a sliding door from a closet in my apartment and place it over a couple of hastily cobbled-together sawhorses.
Amount the inventor of the yellow “smiley face” had received for it by the time of his death in April:
An astrophysicist observed that the early universe looked like vegetable soup.
In North Korea, a missile capable of striking U.S. bases overseas blew up immediately after a test launch, and in North Carolina, a G.O.P. headquarters was firebombed.
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“Matt was happy enough to sustain himself on the detritus of a world he saw as careening toward self-destruction, and equally happy to scam a government he despised. 'I’m glad everyone’s so wasteful,' he told me. 'It supports my lifestyle.'”