Richard Nixon Tapes Quotes

I wouldn't want to be a Russian leader. You'd never know when you were being taped.

He started the damn thing!” Nixon said in a taped telephone conversation with his spiritual adviser, the Reverend Billy Graham. “He killed Diem!

have now spent more than three decades pursuing the shadowy details of Richard Nixon’s deeds, and the links to illicit activities keep coming, thanks to the extensive research I’ve done and the staggered release of Nixon’s White House tapes and documents.

President Richard Nixon resigned because there was circumstantial evidence, the Oval Office Tapes, indicating he conspired to cover-up the break-in at the Watergate Building Complex. Does the raiding of a doctor’s office, to seize medical files, constitute a crime? Is breaking and entering a separate crime from burglary?

When Richard Nixon’s voluminous taped conversation transcripts from the Oval Office were declassified in October 1999, one recording caught the president saying, “The Bohemian Grove, which I attend from time to time…is the most faggy goddamned

The eighteen-and-a-half-minute gap on the June 20, 1972, tape. Haldeman’s notes indicated that he and Nixon had discussed Watergate on this first working day back at the White House. The notes talked of a “PR offensive to top this” and “the need to be on the attack—for diversion.” The evidence indicated that only three people could have caused the erasure: Stephen Bull, the presidential assistant; Rose Mary Woods, the President’s secretary; or the President himself.

I suppose if one takes into account the lack of an ethics committee to oversee my dad’s childrearing methodologies, the experiments started innocently enough. In the early part of the twentieth century, the behaviorists Watson and Rayner, in an attempt to prove that fear was a learned behavior, exposed nine-month-old “Little Albert” to neutral stimuli like white rats, monkeys, and sheaves of burned newsprint. Initially, the baby test subject was unperturbed by the series of simians, rodents, and flames, but after Watson repeatedly paired the rats with unconscionably loud noises, over time “Little Albert” developed a fear not only of white rats but of all things furry. When I was seven months, Pops placed objects like toy police cars, cold cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon, Richard Nixon campaign buttons, and a copy of The Economist in my bassinet, but instead of conditioning me with a deafening clang, I learned to be afraid of the presented stimuli because they were accompanied by him taking out the family .38 Special and firing several window-rattling rounds into the ceiling, while shouting, “Nigger, go back to Africa!” loud enough to make himself heard over the quadraphonic console stereo blasting “Sweet Home Alabama” in the living room. To this day I’ve never been able to sit through even the most mundane TV crime drama, I have a strange affinity for Neil Young, and whenever I have trouble sleeping, I don’t listen to recorded rainstorms or crashing waves but to the Watergate tapes.