I first met Bill Moyers outside the U.S. Embassy in Managua, Nicaragua, during the summer of 1987. I was there working on a spec assignment for a never-to-be-published Vanity Fair article. Bill was there with his public-television crew filming interviews with members of the crowd protesting Ronald Reagan’s proxy war on Nicaragua. I was simultaneously shocked and thrilled to see him there. As a twentysomething aspiring liberal journalist, I already regarded Moyers as a hero. There was nobody and nothing like him on television or anywhere else in the media. The much-abused journalistic cliché of “speaking truth to power” came to life in his work as nowhere else.
His dedication was demonstrated by his presence there. In the long history of that unpopular war, Bill was almost certainly the only famous television journalist to pay respectful attention to the people who dutifully marched and chanted against it every Friday morning. The result of his trip, the PBS special The Secret Government: The Constitution in Crisis more than justified my faith. Watch it, and see if you can think of any news documentary that is more historically informed and carefully reported—about that war, or about any war during America’s involvement in it—and that pulls no punches and reveals the ugly truths the government sought to repress at the time.
After our talk, Bill suggested I come to see him in New York when we got back. I bided my time writing my first book and had proposed a profile of him as a unique phenomenon in American political culture to Bob Thompson, then the editor of the then-excellent Washington Post Magazine.
Bill had recently just completed another period of what earned him the nickname at CBS the “Hamlet of West 57th Street”: first staying off the air for months and then chucking his enormously lucrative gig as a special reporter at CBS News, where he would fight with the network suits for two minutes of airtime to tell the truth about this or that outrage. He finally struck out on his own to PBS. He would do the same decades later at NBC News.
He was eventually forced to fight for airtime on public television as well, but there was one key difference between PBS and the for-profit networks: At PBS, he could raise his own money, eventually many tens of millions of dollars, that allowed him for decades to produce and star in his own programs with near-complete freedom to do what he felt to be important and was otherwise being ignored. Ironically, it would turn out to be the sort of programming he had envisioned when, back in 1967, he had helped to draft the Carnegie Commission on Education Television’s report, “Public Television: A Plan for Action,” that had led to the Public Broadcasting Act of 1967 and the creation of PBS.
A few hurt feelings aside, my interviewees at CBS when I was working on that profile uniformly felt fortunate beyond words to have had the opportunity to work with Moyers. Jon Katz, a producer at CBS Morning News, told me, “When you work with Bill, it ruins you for everyone else.” Yes, Moyers would “drive the executives berserk with his agonizing over everything, and getting him on the morning news was like a three-month Kabuki dance every time. But the end result was the most brilliant stuff we ever had.”
Another producer marveled at the fact that Moyers took the subway to work, apparently a unique phenomenon among generously compensated TV news personalities. Andy Lack, who would go on to become head of both NBC News and MSNBC, used our interview to try to speak to Bill through me about his sadness at Bill’s departure from CBS Reports, which Lack produced. Calling Bill a “mentor and father figure,” as well as “intellectually as demanding a colleague as I have ever had in my life,” Lack went on to explain: “Many things he said to me about CBS have been prophetic. He felt the news divisions were under siege. He saw it coming. He saw that they were becoming a business rather than a center for journalism as they were originally mandated. I was deeply hurt by his criticism.”
I ended up letting Lack down, as I did everyone I interviewed. Bob Thompson apparently thought my admiration for Moyers a bit too transparent for a credible profile but instead allowed me to publish some of the contents of my many interviews with Bill as a more than 7,000 word Q and A. Talk about “prophetic.” Here are a few short excerpts:
I have so far focused on only a tiny part of Moyers’s incredible careers (plural on purpose). Individually, they are of enormous historical significance. Added together, they comprise a contribution to the history of this republic that stands with that of almost anyone for the past 250 years. It would take the book that nobody has yet tried to write to even begin to do justice to the man who, as an aide to Lyndon Johnson, helped created the Peace Corps (and remains the youngest person ever to be approved by the Senate, to become the Corps’ deputy director), and then, as much as anyone beside the president himself, was responsible for imagining and helping to execute the successful strategy that put in place the Great Society programs that Donald Trump is now seeking to tear down. He left that White House in 1966 over his frustration with his inability to influence Johnson to wind down the Vietnam War, to embark on what I have argued is the most distinguished and valuable career of any American television journalist ever.
Moyers had a third, lesser-known career as a philanthropist, in care of the roughly $60 million foundation put at his disposal by Florence Ford and John J. Schumann Jr., heirs to a fortune created by General Motors. With what became the Schumann Center on Media and Democracy, Moyers helped to shape much of progressive journalism, environmental activism, and opposition to the power of money in politics in the United States for roughly 30 years. For a description of a few of the high points of his career, you can start with Janny Scott’s Times obit.
In one of those wonderful “only in New York” stories, this ordained Baptist minister from a little town called Marshall, Texas, somehow became, for most practical purposes, my rabbi. No one, not my mother, romantic partners, or any of my editors ever responded to my work with greater appreciation and encouragement. Bill would frequently call me and ask if I was free for dinner that night, and I always made sure to be. We would discuss frequent projects he was thinking about, both for himself and for me, and he would promise me funding for whatever work I wanted to do if he thought it was important, and I was assured of a place to publish it. It was all done above board, with the foundation board’s approval, which didn’t always come. (Occasionally, when he let an idea I liked drop, he apologized and blamed “the bourbon talking.”) I would also draft memos for him and outline speeches he was slated to give; speeches he always improved upon to a degree that I barely recognized them when I heard them as a member of his audience.
Here are a few stories you won’t find in any of the recently published obits.
Here’s a story that does not actually qualify as news, but I love it and hey, it’s history. Thanks to Judith Davidson Moyers, Bill’s wife of more than seven decades as well as the CEO of his production company, I was invited to join him and about a dozen former members of the Johnson administration who were still alive at a 70th birthday lunch for Bill at the Century Club. When it came to my turn to ask a question, I changed the subject from LBJ to JFK and asked: “As a political historian,” I said, “I keep reading of John Kennedy’s legendary ‘charm.’ Can you explain how it worked?”
Here’s the story Bill told. Given the animosity between the Kennedy and Johnson camps during the 1960 campaign and after, 25-year-old Billy Don Moyers was the only person the Kennedy people could stand to deal with in LBJ’s entourage. When Johnson insisted that Kennedy and his top aides visit him at his ranch for a weekend of hunting and drinking, Bill greeted the president-elect at the door. A well-briefed JFK told Bill he was looking forward to working with him. Bill said that he was sorry, but he was planning to go back to school and earn his Ph.D. in American studies at the University of Texas in Austin. (He had earned his B.A. in journalism there, as well as a Master of Divinity from Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary in Fort Worth.) Kennedy looked at him, shocked and amazed, and then smiled, and said, “Wouldn’t you rather work for Lyndon and me for eight years and then be named president of Harvard?”
Bill grew more radical with age, surpassing me by a considerable margin in this direction. I thought our job was to try to force the elites to do the right thing by embarrassing them when they didn’t. Bill had given up on elites and sought, somehow, to spark a popular uprising among regular people, badly misjudging where that might lead. He was eventually forced to settle for the noble task of enabling honest people to better understand their world and helping them feel less alone in it. Bill loved nothing more than to read aloud the letters readers sent him about how much his work meant to them.
To me, however, the question always remained: Where did Bill Moyers find the fortitude to commit himself to so difficult a path when it ultimately led to his becoming an all but lone voice shouting into the media wilderness? I don’t have an answer, but here was his, given in an interview with Salon in 2003:
I think my life, and certainly my career in journalism, have been informed by two things. One was being a Southerner. Whenever you learned about Southern life, you realize that when we drove the truth-tellers out of the pulpits, out of the editorial rooms and out of the classrooms—people who were telling the truth about slavery—that politics failed and we wound up in the Civil War, from which we still haven’t recovered.… Being a Southerner informed me about what happens when a society closes the wagons around itself, when it doesn’t tolerate good journalism or prophecy in the pulpit or truth-telling in the classroom.… The other thing was being a part of the Johnson administration, where we pulled the wagons around us on Vietnam, and we—the government, the administration and the country—paid a terrible price for that. So my journalism has grown steadily to be very skeptical, in the public interest, of any hegemony of thought or uniformity of ideology that’s in charge. I’m deeply troubled by the lack of debate in the country, by the suppression of dissent, by the secrecy.
May his memory be a blessing.