Craig’s answers allowed Minear to put Roberts’s presidential oath card into final form. It now read:
PRESIDENT’S OATH
I, BARACK HUSSEIN OBAMA, DO SOLEMNLY SWEAR//
THAT I WILL FAITHFULLY EXECUTE THE OFFICE OF PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES,//
AND WILL TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY,//
PRESERVE, PROTECT AND DEFEND THE CONSTITUTION OF THE UNITED STATES.//
SO HELP YOU GOD?
Vanessa Yarnall e-mailed the revised version to Cami Morrison, who again did not pass it along to the president-elect’s team. Indeed, in the days leading up to the inauguration, neither Obama himself, Craig, nor anyone else associated with them knew that the card existed.
At this point, with the text in final form, John Roberts set about memorizing the oath.
There never was a student like John Roberts at the La Lumiere School in LaPorte, Indiana, a quiet town near Lake Michigan, on the outer edges of the gravitational pull of Chicago. It was a Catholic school, but it was independent of any order or diocese; the founders, all laymen, built the institution around an ideal of academic excellence.
Roberts was not just the valedictorian of the class of 1973. He served as captain of the football team, a varsity wrestler, member of both the student council and the drama club. (He played Peppermint Patty in You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown; the school was all boys in Roberts’s day.) He continued taking Latin, as a tutorial, after the school dropped the language as a requirement. La Lumiere had a traditional curriculum, but there was one slight novelty. Every year, the students were expected to participate in what was known as a declamation contest, where they would write and memorize their own speeches. In this Roberts excelled, too.
Over time, Roberts became famous for his superb memory. As a lawyer, both in the solicitor general’s office and in private practice, he was known as perhaps the finest Supreme Court advocate of his generation. But it was not just his arguments that dazzled. Roberts’s personality inspired confidence, especially because when he stepped to the podium to argue before the justices, Roberts brought nothing with him—no pad, no notes. He carried the facts and the law of each case in his head.
Roberts relied on his memory—and, as always, hard work—in preparing to administer the oath. He rehearsed many times. He recited the words so often at his home in suburban Maryland that he irritated his wife. “At this point the dog thinks it’s the president,” Jane Roberts told her husband.
On the late afternoon of January 13, 2009, Roberts went to the west front of the Capitol for a walk-through of the inauguration. A handful of congressional staffers showed him his assigned seat and told him when and where he would stand. Toward the end of the meeting, one of the aides offered a card to Roberts with the text of the oath. Did he want to rehearse?
“That’s OK,” Roberts said, declining the text, “I know the oath.”
A week later, on the morning of the inauguration, the justices gathered at the Supreme Court for a small reception, before heading across First Street as a group to the Capitol. The chief justice is a largely invisible figure to most Americans, except for this single appearance every four years. Roberts seemed uncharacteristically subdued as he waited.
A throng of more than a million people filled the National Mall all the way to the Washington Monument. At the stroke of noon, Dianne Feinstein introduced Roberts and asked the audience to stand. (Feinstein called Roberts by his correct title, chief justice of the United States; four years earlier, Trent Lott, in the same role, managed two breaches of protocol in less than a minute. He incorrectly called Rehnquist the chief justice of the Supreme Court and then summoned him to the podium as “Justice Rehnquist.” Rehnquist was a stickler for being called “Chief Justice.”)
“That’s for you,” Obama whispered to his wife, Michelle, as she reached for the “Lincoln Bible,” which had last been used when the sixteenth president placed his hand upon it in 1861.
“Are you prepared to take the oath, Senator?” Roberts said.
“I am,” said Obama.
Roberts raised his right hand at a crisp right angle. Unlike Rehnquist, Roberts did not carry a copy of the oath in his left hand. The chief justice began, “I, Barack Hussein Obama, do so—”
Obama jumped in and began to recite, “I, Barack …”
Roberts and Obama clearly had different ideas about whether “do solemnly swear” would be included. Roberts’s oath card included “do solemnly swear” in the first line—but Obama had never seen this text.
Recognizing that he had interrupted Roberts, Obama paused to let Roberts continue. Obama then recited correctly, “I, Barack Hussein Obama, do solemnly swear.”
But Roberts—most uncharacteristically—became flustered when he thought that Obama had jumped the gun and interrupted him, and he said next, “That I will execute the office of President to the United States faithfully.” “To” the United States? “Faithfully” after United States? Obama gave a half smile. He could tell it was wrong.
“That I will execute …” Obama said, but then he saw that Roberts was again trying to speak, endeavoring to salvage the situation on the fly.
“The off—” Roberts stumbled again. “Faithfully the office of President of the United States.” This time he had left out “execute.”
Obama was confused. He said, “the office of President of the United States faithfully”—incorrectly putting “faithfully” at the end of the sentence. The two men finally put that troublesome phrase behind them.
“And will to the best of my ability,” Roberts said.
“And will to the best of my ability,” Obama repeated.
“Preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States,” Roberts said quickly, trying to finish without further problems.
Obama repeated.
“So help you God?”
“So help me God.”
“Congratulations, Mr. President,” Roberts said, extending his hand. “All the best wishes.”
Now what? Craig wondered.
Later on January 21—in a few minutes, in fact—Obama was to sign a series of executive orders and presidential memorandums relating to government ethics. He was going to freeze the salaries of White House staffers making more than $100,000 a year and establish new rules to limit lobbying by former government officials. But it was the events planned for January 22 that really worried Craig. Obama was scheduled to sign a lengthy executive order to begin the process of closing the detention facility at Guantánamo Bay. As a private lawyer, staffer to Senator Edward Kennedy, and Clinton-era State Department official, Craig had a long commitment to the cause of international human rights. Obama’s passion for the subject drew Craig to support the young senator over Hillary Clinton in the primaries, even though Craig had known her for decades and served in her husband’s administration. Many times during the campaign, Obama had pledged to close Guantánamo. The last thing Craig wanted to do was undermine Obama’s authority to take this action.
Craig’s deputy, Daniel Meltzer, another professor at Harvard Law School, had not yet arrived in Washington, so Craig called him in Cambridge for his advice. Given the political tensions surrounding everything in Washington, especially Guantánamo, it was possible that someone might demand a hearing on whether Obama was president and thus had the right to close Guantánamo. In the end, the new administration would probably win such a hearing, but legal proceedings had ways of taking on lives of their own. How would they “prove” Obama was president? Would they have to call witnesses? How long would this take? Would there be appeals? What would happen in the meantime?
Meltzer agreed that the safer course was to redo the oath. But that raised other questions. How? When? Where? Perhaps most importantly, by whom? They thought about asking a federal district judge to do it quickly and privately. Craig had been a law partner of Ellen Segal Huvelle, now a judge in Washington, and wondered if he should ask her to come to the White House. On further reflection, though, he and
Meltzer decided that the better course was to be open about the whole process—and to ask the chief justice to do it again. (David Barron, at the Justice Department, had largely withdrawn from the discussion. Later he would reflect, with dark humor, that he had probably managed to annoy both the president and the chief justice on his very first day of work.)
Craig went downstairs in the West Wing to talk to David Axelrod, the president’s top political adviser. Axelrod deferred to Craig’s legal judgment about the necessity of the redo and agreed that the process should be open and include the chief justice, if possible. Still, they both wanted to downplay the event’s significance. So Axelrod came up with a phrase to explain what they were doing: “out of an abundance of caution.” Around lunchtime, Craig and Axelrod went up to the residence, where Obama was receiving visitors, to brief him and get his approval for the plan.
At 1:18 p.m., Obama entered Room 450, an auditorium in the Eisenhower Executive Office Building, which is part of the White House complex. When Obama and Vice President Joseph Biden walked into the room, the crowd of about thirty new appointees rose to their feet, which is customary when the president enters a room. At this point, though, Obama was startled by the gesture. “Please be seated,” he said with a slightly embarrassed smile. “I’m still getting used to that whole thing. Please be seated.”
Obama was supposed to sign the orders on government ethics, but he went to the lectern and introduced Biden: “Joe, do you want to administer the oath?”
Biden was surprised and puzzled by the request. “Am I doing this again?” he asked. He was then informed that he would be giving the oath to the senior staff. “For the senior staff, all right,” Biden said. Never one to leave a silence unfilled, he then added, “My memory is not as good as Justice Roberts, Chief Justice Roberts.”
There was no mistaking Biden’s reference. The assembled staffers muttered a collective “woooo,” followed by outright laughter. Biden smiled, and asked for the card with the oath.
Barack Obama had by this point constructed a public image of imperturbability, earning the well-deserved nickname of No Drama Obama. But Biden had irritated Obama. The president scowled, shook his head in clear disapproval, and then reached out toward Biden, almost pushing him away from the microphone. Obama knew—as Biden did not know—that the oath had been botched so badly that his staff was just then asking the chief justice to conduct a do-over. Obama wouldn’t want anyone making fun of Roberts at this moment. Moreover, Obama had better manners than Biden. It was not the kind of joke the new president would ever make. (Biden later called Roberts to apologize.)
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Greg Craig had made the awkward phone call to Minear, the aide to Chief Justice Roberts, who didn’t hide his surprise. You want to do what? You want to do it when? Craig made clear that they would like the chief justice to come by the White House as soon as possible. Minear said he would have to check but quickly called back to say the chief justice would be pleased to stop by the White House on his way home from work.
Soon, in other words. Craig then called Robert Gibbs, the press secretary, to tell him that Roberts would be arriving shortly to readminister the oath.
What the fuck did you just say? Gibbs replied.
Craig repeated his news.
Gibbs was flabbergasted. When reporters had asked about the stumbles in the oath, he had directed his staff to check it out with the counsel’s office. That particular game of telephone resulted in word getting back to Gibbs that the White House regarded the gaffes as no big deal. For the last twenty-four hours, Gibbs had been repeating that guidance to anyone who asked.
Now—Craig told him—they were about to redo the presidential oath for apparently the first time in American history. The press secretary was furious with Craig. Did you think that might be newsworthy? When did you think you might get around to telling me this?
Gibbs raced to the office of Rahm Emanuel, the chief of staff, and told him they needed to decide how to tell the press what was happening, and where. And they had to do it immediately.
Gibbs, Craig, Axelrod, and Emanuel made the decisions. The idea was not to keep the redo a secret, but not to call too much attention to it either. They agreed to conduct the ceremony in the Map Room, which is officially part of the White House residence, rather than in a working area, like the Oval Office. Presidents had long used the Map Room as a kind of hybrid, for occasions that they didn’t want to recognize as presidential business but that weren’t personal either. A decade earlier, for that reason, Bill Clinton gave his grand jury testimony to the Kenneth Starr investigation in the Map Room. Later, Obama would meet the Dalai Lama there, because an Oval Office meeting would have offended the Chinese government.
Precisely at 7:00, Craig met the chief justice’s limousine. Roberts and Minear left the car, with Minear holding Roberts’s robe. Craig offered profuse thanks, and Roberts in turn was equally gracious. “I always believe in belt and suspenders,” Roberts said. “This is absolutely the right thing to do.”
Gibbs had decided against television coverage of the event and instead invited only a print pool as witnesses. The pool consisted of representatives of the Associated Press, Reuters, and Bloomberg and a rotating newspaper reporter, who happened on this day to be Wes Allison of the St. Petersburg Times. Gibbs lent the event an air of mystery. He told the quartet of reporters to follow him from his office in the West Wing along the colonnade to the White House residence, but he wouldn’t say why until they arrived in the Map Room.
There Gibbs paused and pulled out the statement that Craig and Axelrod had prepared. It said that the White House believed that the oath had been administered “effectively” the previous day, but “out of an abundance of caution,” Roberts would be doing it again. Stunned, the reporters said nothing until Obama and Craig walked over to greet them. Smiling broadly, the president said, “Hey guys, we decided, you know, that it was so much fun that we’d do it again.” Obama started quizzing the members of the pool about the inaugural balls. “How late did you stay up?” he asked. “Tell the truth.” One reporter asked Obama if he had a good time. “I had a wonderful time with my wife,” he said. “But she had to do it in high heels. That’s something I could not imagine.”
Wes Allison had had the presence of mind to turn on his Panasonic RR-US361 digital recorder, and his audio file remains the only full record of the proceedings.
Roberts put on his robe, and Gibbs and Pete Souza, the White House photographer (the only photographer present), steered Obama and the chief justice to a position in front of the fireplace. The Obamas had not had a chance to put their stamp on the residence, so the portrait above the mantel was more a placeholder than an object of any special significance to the first family. The subject was Benjamin Latrobe, the architect of the Capitol.
Still trying to keep the tone light, Obama said, “I don’t have my Bible, but that’s all right.”
Obama then hesitated. Craig had brought along a copy of the oath, and he felt sure that this time Roberts would read it. Obama waited for the chief justice to pull out his own copy or take the one from Craig.
Roberts had thought about bringing the text with him. It would have been the cautious thing to do. But the chief justice was a proud man. He never publicly blamed anyone but himself for botching the initial ceremony. But he didn’t want to admit defeat and read the oath.
Obama sensed this and said, “We’re going to do it very slowly.” Several onlookers glanced at one another with raised eyebrows. The new president was a polite man, but his remark to the chief justice had an … edge.
The second administration of the oath was completed without incident.
At that moment, standing before the fireplace, Barack Obama and John Roberts had a great deal in common. At the ages of forty-seven and fifty-three, respectively, they were probably the most accomplished members of their shared generation, and both were at the height of their powers. Even their adversaries would concede that each man possesse
d a powerful intellect and considerable charm. Some of the same influences and experiences shaped both the forty-fourth president and the seventeenth chief justice. Both were products of Chicago and its environs, and both were graduates of Harvard Law School. Both even served on the Harvard Law Review, the student-run scholarly magazine. (Obama was president his year; Roberts was managing editor, effectively second-in-command, during his.) Both were married, neither had had a previous marriage, and each man had two young children.
But the differences between Obama and Roberts were ultimately far more significant than the similarities. Roberts came from a stable, traditional, and prosperous home, where his father was an executive at a steel mill and his mother a homemaker. Obama’s father, a Kenyan, abandoned his family when his son was a toddler and then saw the boy only one more time, when Obama was ten; Obama’s mother, a lifelong free spirit and intellectual searcher who grew up in Kansas, gave birth to Obama in Hawaii, spent a few years with him in Indonesia, and then left him with her parents in a Honolulu high-rise. After going to college first in Los Angeles and then graduating from Columbia, in New York, Obama made his way to Chicago to become a community organizer.
Chicago left entirely different marks on the two men. Obama lived in the inner city, among the poor, desperate, and Democratic; Roberts grew up among Republican burghers who lived in large and sturdy homes well insulated from the winds off the lake. Even their Harvard experiences were different; the institution changed between the time Roberts, law school class of 1979, and Obama, class of 1991, studied there. The large gap between their times in law school was due to Obama’s years as an inner-city activist; it is inconceivable to imagine Roberts spending any time in that field. His years in the private sector were spent representing corporations at the powerful law firm then known as Hogan & Hartson.
But the greatest, and certainly the most important, difference between the two concerned the work of the Supreme Court. Both men gave considerable thought to the Constitution, and they reached different conclusions about its current trajectory:
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