Jackie, Ethel, Joan: Women of Camelot

Jackie, Ethel, Joan: Women of Camelot

by J. Randy Taraborrelli
Jackie, Ethel, Joan: Women of Camelot

Jackie, Ethel, Joan: Women of Camelot

by J. Randy Taraborrelli



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Jacqueline Bouvier. Ethel Skakel. Joan Bennett. Three women who married into America's royal family and became forever linked in legend.
Set against the panorama of explosive American history, this unique story offers a rarely-seen look at the relationship shared among the three women -- during the Camelot years and beyond. Whether dealing with their husbands' blatant infidelities, stumping for their many political campaigns, touring the world to promote their family's legacy, raising their children, or confronting death, the Kennedy wives did it all with grace, style and dignity.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780759520066
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Publication date: 10/01/2000
Sold by: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Format: eBook
Sales rank: 55,196
File size: 5 MB

About the Author

J. Randy Taraborrelli is a respected journalist, a recognizable entertainment personality, and in-demand guest on many television programs including Today, Good Morning America, The Early Show, Entertainment Tonight, and CNN Headline News. He is the bestselling author of thirteen books.

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Young Joan Bennett Kennedy gazed out upon a cold but clear Cape Cod morning from the veranda of the large three-story clapboard house owned by her in-laws, Rose and Joseph P. Kennedy. Ignoring the many friends, family members, photographers, and Secret Service agents coming and going, rushing in and out of the house and slamming the screen door behind them, she quietly slipped into a knee-length wool coat before wrapping a silk scarf around her head. As she walked down the porch's few wooden steps, she tied the scarf below her chin to keep her blonde hair from being mussed by unpredictable ocean breezes. After a stroll across an expansive, well-manicured lawn, and then down a wood-chipped pathway, she found herself on the sandy coves where the Kennedys went to seek rare moments of privacy and reflection. Joan walked along the shore of wild dune grass and sand, and slowly headed for the breakwater.

It was November 9, 1960. In what would turn out to be the closest election race in American history once all the votes were tabulated, Joan's brother-in-law John Fitzgerald Kennedy had been elected thirty-fifth President of the United States. In fact, he had received only about 100,000 more popular votes than Richard M. Nixon, out of some 103 million cast, the equivalent of about one vote per precinct. This close call would find Jack ensconced in the most powerful office in the world--a lot to take in for any member of Kennedy's close-knit family but especially for Joan, the least politically inclined of them all.

As Joan walked along the beach, other family members celebrated Jack's victory in a fashion so typical of the Kennedys: by playing a raucous game of touch football in Rose and Joseph's sprawling, beach-front yard. William Walton, an old friend of the family who had assisted Jack in the campaign and who was now his and Jackie's house guest, was on one of the teams. He recalled, "That family had the meanest football players ever put together. The girls were worse than the men; they'd claw, scratch, and bite when they played touch football. Playing to win was a family characteristic. Jack, Bobby, Teddy, Peter Lawford, Eunice and Ethel . . . tough players, all."

"That's my brother Jack," Bobby said with a laugh as the new President fumbled the ball. "All guts, no brains." The President-elect, dressed in a heavy sweater over a sport shirt, tan slacks, and loafers, took a tumble. As he raised himself from the soft ground, his shock of auburn hair mussed and his blue eyes twinkling, he looked more like a high school student than the next leader of the Free World. The only reminder of his age--forty-three-and his aching back was the groan he let out as he got to his feet.

Joan, the youngest Kennedy wife at twenty-four, had arrived the night before from her home in Boston, without her boyishly handsome husband, Ted. He showed up in the morning by plane from the West Coast where, as the campaign's Rocky Mountain coordinator, he had been given charge of thirteen states--ten of which had been lost, including the most important, California. Joan had been up late. At midnight, she was still at Ethel and Bobby's with the rest of the family, monitoring election results. Exhausted, Jackie and Jack had already retired to their own home, though Jack kept popping over to his brother's throughout the early morning hours to get updates. When it looked as though a win was probable for her brother-in-law, Joan became caught up in the excitement and started calling Republican friends on the telephone to collect election bets. "Pay up," she told one chum in Boston. "I told you he'd win." (Later that morning it wouldn't look quite as promising for the Kennedys when Jack's lead began to dwindle, but eventually the slim margin would be decided in his favor.)

Joan and Ted were parents of a baby daughter, Kara, born in February of that year. They had been married for a little over two years and were about to move from their first home--a modest town house in Louisburg Square, the most exclusive part of Beacon Hill--into a three-story, ivy-covered, redbrick house, one of fifteen others in a horseshoe-shaped enclave in nearby Charles River Square. Ted had actually wanted to move to California to get out of his brothers' shadow and away from the overwhelming Kennedy family influence. In fact, when he and Joan went there to look for a home, Joan enjoyed the West Coast so much she began to anticipate a contented life there, with the large family she hoped to one day raise in year-round California sunshine. However, much to her dismay, the Kennedy patriarch, Joseph, wouldn't hear of such a move. He suggested--insisted, actually--that the newlyweds return to the Washington area. As Joan would tell it, "And that was the end of that ." She expressed amazement at Ted's compliance and the way he changed their plans without another word being spoken about it, even to his own wife.

A year and a half earlier, the family and its advisers sat down at Joseph Kennedy's dining-room table in his Palm Beach estate and, over a lunch of roast turkey and stuffing, decided that Jack would run for highest office. (Joan, who had just one sibling, once wondered aloud, "Why is it that large families always make big decisions while eating lots of food?") It was then that Ted abandoned any long-range goals for himself, at least for the foreseeable future. Though he had graduated from Harvard, had received his law degree from the University of Virginia Law School, and had been admitted to the Massachusetts bar, he and his father decided that he would not practice law. Rather, he would devote himself to active political work on behalf of his brother's presidential campaign. A month after their daughter Kara was born, a still-weak Joan joined Ted on the campaign trail, probably not because she wanted to but because she had no choice. Still recovering from a difficult pregnancy, she couldn't possibly have found the idea of dragging herself and her infant from one state to the next the least bit appealing. In fact, she would confide to certain friends of hers that she thought it was "unfair of the family to expect me to go." Joan didn't last very long on the campaign trail with Ted--and then, later, with Ethel--but certainly not for lack of trying.

The election of John Kennedy was an exciting milestone for the family, and of course, Joan joined in their enthusiasm. However, she must have had certain reservations. From the day she became engaged to Ted, her life was not her own. He and his family had overpowered her, from dictating the kind of wedding she would have to deciding where she would live--and that was before Jack had become President. Now that he had won the election and the family was even more influential, the Kennedys had more ambitious plans for Ted. So what would the future hold for her and her family? As she later put it, "I wondered if I would ever be who I really wanted to be, who I was inside, or would I have to conform in some unnatural way. With that family, I found out fast that if you didn't join in . . . you were just left out."

Jackie . . .

Out in the distant vista of space and sea, Joan saw a slender female figure standing on the beach, facing the rolling ocean. Long arms wrapped around herself and slim shoulders hunched forward, she appeared to be trying to keep the Nantucket Sound chill at bay. It was Joan's thirty-one-year-old sister-in-law, Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy.

Wearing a beige raincoat, flat-heeled walking shoes, and a scarf around her hair, Jackie, too, had slipped away while the others played touch football. She rarely, if ever, participated in such family roughhousing. Luckily for her, she was nearly eight months pregnant and not expected to play sports, even by the always competitive, game-loving Kennedys. "She seemed completely dazed as people kept coming over to her to congratulate her, to talk about what had happened, to just share in the joy of it all," recalls Jacques Lowe, the family's photographer, who documented official as well as candid moments on that day. "It was too much to take. She needed to get away."

Jackie Kennedy was the kind of woman who lived her life fully, getting as much from each day's experiences as possible and savoring every moment along the way. While being the wife of a senator had obviously afforded her a certain amount of respect and prestige in which she had delighted, becoming the country's First Lady promised an even headier adventure. However, Jackie was known for her paradoxical personality. As would later become well known, she enjoyed recognition yet abhorred publicity. While she savored her celebrity, she expected her privacy and that of her family to be respected. True, she enjoyed money, power, and status, but she placed equal importance on practical female concerns of the day, such as raising her family and being a good wife.

By this time, November 1960, Jackie had one child, two-year-old Caroline. That morning, she prompted the tot to greet her father at breakfast by saying "Good morning, Mr. President." In seventeen days, Jackie would give premature birth to a boy at Georgetown University Hospital, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, Jr., nicknamed "John-John" by the press. The baby would be so sickly at birth, it would be thought that he wouldn't survive. However, in time, he would grow to be strong and healthy, like most Kennedy stock. Just after his birth, Jackie would move from her home in Georgetown to a new one in Washington, the White House.

Jackie's greatest concern about becoming First Lady had to do with the scrutiny her new position was sure to guarantee her and her family. She had become aware of her duty to be accessible to the press--or at least appear to be that way--early on in her husband's campaign. When she watched Jack's historic debate against his opponent, Richard Nixon, on television in her Hyannis Port living room, she was joined by twenty-five reporters and photographers. They sat with her and took note of her every "oooh" and "aaah," in the hope of divining her opinion of his performance. "It was so dreary," she later recalled, using a favorite phrase.

Meeting with some of the female members of the Washington press corps in her Georgetown home was undoubtedly another memorable event for Jackie. A few had intimated that if she didn't invite them to her home, they might not be kind to Jack in their reporting. Jackie probably knew that once they had a chance to become more familiar with her, they would become allies. However, the prospect of their trooping through her private residence must have been repugnant to her. Like her sister-in-law, Joan, Jackie was obviously not happy doing things she didn't want to do, just to benefit her husband's political future, but for Jack and his family she would often be asked to subordinate her own desires. So Jackie had some of the more important female reporters over for tea and, true to form, proceeded to dazzle each one of them.

The media's euphoria about Jackie would not last long. Soon the press would be criticizing everything she did, from how much money she spent on clothing to how much time she spent away from the White House. Throughout her life she would engage in a love-hate relationship with the press, seemingly reveling in the fact that everywhere she went she was recognized and photographed, yet also acting as if she detested the attention, never revealing more of herself than absolutely necessary. After Jack was elected, Bess Truman said of Jackie, "I think she will be a perfect First Lady. But she drops a curtain in front of you. No one will ever get to know her." When Jackie brought her new German Shepherd puppy, Clipper, on a flight from Hyannis Port to Washington, a journalist sent her a note asking what she intended to feed the dog. She responded with one word: "Reporters."

The salty air and crisp breeze of the southern Cape had always seemed to invigorate Jackie Kennedy on her solitary walks along the beach during times of confusion. It was one of the few things she had in common with the other Kennedys--and one other Kennedy wife. Joan finally caught up with her sister-in-law. Sharing a smile, the two women walked together along the shore.

Ethel . . .

Bobby Kennedy cocked back his arm and sent a pass sailing off to his athletic wife, Ethel. "I've got it. I've got it," she hollered as she positioned herself right under the dropping football. Ethel's prowess in sports had always been a marvel. After catching the ball gracefully, she let out a loud "Yes sir, kiddo!" and then spiked it to the sand. She began jumping about, arms raised to the sky, hands shaking in the air, in her own victory dance. Certainly few were filled with more joy on this chilly November election day than Ethel Kennedy. If she had a care in the world, it wasn't obvious.

Not really a contemplative woman, Ethel Skakel Kennedy seemed always eager to meet her destiny head-on. She experienced life for all it was worth, much like Jackie. However, whereas Jackie (and, to a certain extent, Joan) needed meditative moments to analyze her problems, sort out inner turmoil, and then determine productive courses of action, Ethel surrendered all responsibility for her life to God. It was easier for her to handle unexpected circumstances that way, she had said, and it worked for her.

Thirty-one-year-old Ethel's brood already numbered seven: Kathleen Hartington, Joseph Patrick, Robert Francis, Jr., David Anthony, Mary Courtney, Michael LeMoyne, and Mary Kerry (two girls named Mary!), all born in the last eight years.

Ethel and Bobby lived in a rambling two-story home in a McLean, Virginia, estate known as Hickory Hill. The white-brick Georgian manor--which was once the Civil War headquarters of Union General George B. McClellan and now included stables, orchards, and a swimming pool--was always filled with children, friends, family, business associates, and anyone else who happened by. Ethel loved to entertain. Jackie and Jack had lived at Hickory Hill first; it was rumored that Joseph had given the six-acre estate to them as a gift, but Jack had actually purchased it himself. Jackie had planned to raise her children there; however, when she had a stillbirth in 1956, she no longer wanted anything to do with Hickory Hill. So after Jack lost a bid for the vice-presidential nomination in 1956, the couple moved back to Georgetown. Meanwhile, Ethel and Bobby bought Hickory Hill.

Ethel was complex. She could be as critical as she could be accepting, as heartless as she could be generous, as wicked as she could be loving. Moreover, even though the Kennedys were known to be competitive (and not only with outsiders but also against each other), her aggressive nature was a source of amazement even to family members. Jackie liked to say, "Ethel loves politics so much, I think she could be the first female president, and then, God help us all."

Whereas Jackie and Joan worried about the encroachment into their personal lives that would result from Jack's election--not only from outsiders, but also from the family itself--Ethel had no such concerns. She actually seemed to enjoy the intrusion. The more chaos in her life, the better; it seemed to make her feel involved, a part of important things. She would do whatever she had to do in the name of "Kennedy" because family loyalty was paramount to her. Hers was no ordinary family, either. The Kennedys held an important station in life, were influential in government, and had, as they say, "friends in high places." She once explained, "Whatever my problems were, they didn't matter. In the bigger picture, we were doing great things for the nation. How dare I complain about a lack of privacy?"

If she had to host reporters for lunch, Ethel would lie awake the night before--not fretting the occasion, as Jackie or Joan would have done, but anticipating every moment, anxious to do her best to represent her husband and his family in the best possible light. She would be sure to know the right meal to serve, the perfect outfit to wear, the appropriate thing to say. In the end, the success of the event would be not only a victory for the family but a personal one as well, giving her a sense of purpose and accomplishment.

In fact, the preceding evening, at just before midnight, Ethel Kennedy was in her bedroom, dressed in brightly patterned wool slacks, holding an impromptu press conference with reporters from Time and Life magazines. The journalists had been staying in Rose and Joseph's servants' quarters for the last couple of nights.

"Are you happy, Ethel?" one writer asked her.

"Oh, I sure am," she answered enthusiastically. "It's terrific. This is the day we've been waiting for, the happiest day of our lives." After a few more questions, Ethel told the press to "go on downstairs and get some food. Go ahead, help yourself." She loved the press, and in return, the reporters loved her.

As far as her father-in-law's dictates were concerned, Ethel would gladly live where he wanted her to live, say what he wanted her to say, and do what he wanted her to do--not grudgingly, but willingly. It all seemed a joy to Ethel. It wasn't that she lacked an identity; she was a Kennedy wife, she was proud of it, and that was her identity. Though she had been up late the night before with the family, that didn't stop her from doing her duty and rising at 6:30 a.m. to fix a breakfast of ham and eggs, rolls, and coffee for the eleven guests staying at her home. "The maids are all out," she explained, as her visitors devoured the meal. "So I did the best I could."

"You know, in November [1962], I think Bobby may run for governor of Massachusetts," Ethel had told Jackie a couple of weeks earlier at a family dinner. "If he does, he's bound to win. Then after that, it'll be one step at a time, until we're in the White House."

"Does Bobby know of these plans?" Jackie asked her sister-in-law. Jackie had been given to understand that he would become Jack's Attorney General. After all, Bobby had devoted the better part of recent years to his brother's campaigns and had been the skilled manager of his presidential run. A tireless worker, he gave uninterrupted eighteen-hour days to Jack's race, so much so that Ethel was concerned he would have a breakdown. Throughout the night before, Bobby sat in front of the television screen, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow, monitoring the returns, while everyone else--even Jack--went to bed.

Ethel answered Jackie's question: "Bobby and I discuss everything," she said. "You see, we happen to be close that way. It's nice, that kind of closeness in a relationship."

Ethel's probable implication was that Jackie had no influence over her husband's plans, whereas Ethel mapped out every one of Bobby's career moves in tandem with him. "Well," Jackie responded, "hopefully you will also discuss any plans with Grandpa [Joseph]. Because, as you and I both know, he's the one who will have his way in the end. Not you. Not Bobby. Grandpa."

© 2000 by Rose Books, Inc. "

Table of Contents

Prologue: Long Live the Queen 1

Part 1 5

Joan... 7

Jackie... 10

Ethel... 12

...and the Secret Service 15

Jack Defeats Nixon 18

The Pre-Inaugural Gala 24

Jack 27

The Five Inaugural Balls 30

Bobby 34

The Skakels 37

Not One to Feel Sorry for Herself 46

White House Infidelities 47

The Bouviers 51

Jackie's First Meeting with Ethel 57

Jack Proposes Marriage 61

All of This, and More 67

Joseph and Jackie's Deal 73

Sisterly Advice 76

The Bennetts 81

Part 2 91

A Legacy of Infidelity 93

Jack's Affair with Marilyn 96

Jackie's Expensive Diversion 98

Madcap Ethel during the Kennedy Presidency 102

Joan's Social Impasse 106

Trying to Understand Each Other 108

Jackie's Documentary: A Tour of the White House 111

The Voice 114

"Secrets Always Come Out" 118

Part 3 123

Bobby Meets Marilyn 125

"Life's Too Short to Worry about Marilyn Monroe" 127

Jackie's Ultimatum to Jack 132

Bobby's Rumored Affair with Marilyn 133

Joseph's Stroke 135

At Horizon House 138

The Walking Cane 140

Life at the Hyannis Port Compound 142

The Fourth of July in Hyannis Port, 1962 145

Joan's Many Faux Pas 147

Pat Finds Jackie "So Insecure" 152

Marilyn Monroe's Death 154

Jackie Goes Away to Think 157

Part 4 161

The Kennedy Women Do Men's Work 163

Jackie's Wicked Scheme 173

The Cuban Missile Crisis 175

Joan-The Senator's Wife 182

Part 5 187

Delighted to Be Pregnant 189

The Deaths of Infants Arabella and Patrick 190

Lee Radziwill Invites Jackie-in-Mourning 198

"Not Ethel's Best Moment" 201

Aboard the Christina 203

Jack Summons Jackie-To No Avail 207

"Ari Is Not for You" 209

Part 6 211

Jack's Rapprochement with Jackie: "Getting to Know You" 213

Tragedy 216

"The President's Been Shot" 220

Holy Mary, Mother of God 222

"The Party's Been Canceled-The President's Dead" 225

In Mourning 230

Tea with Lady Bird 234

Thanksgiving, 1963 238

Jackie's Camelot 242

"Let It All Out" 245

Aftermath 248

Part 7 255

Moving Out of the White House 257

Lyndon Johnson "Using Jackie" 261

The Kennedy Camp on LBJ: "A Blight on the New Frontier" 266

Joan's Bottled-Up Anxiety 270

Jackie's Saddest Days 272

Jackie and Brando-The Rumors 277

Part 8 279

Ted's Plane Crash 281

Joan Wins the Election for Ted 287

Jackie on the Anniversary of November 22, 1963 292

Using Jackie-Yet Again 294

Joan the Emissary 296

Cead Mile Failte 299

Joan's Continuing Struggle 302

Part 9 307

The Rumor Mill 309

RFK for President 315

Enter "The Greek" 318

The Appeal to Jackie 322

Ethel's Thoughtless Remark 326

Another Tragedy 332

"The Hand of a Dead Man" 337

"No God of Mine" 340

Senator Robert Francis Kennedy Is Dead 342

Bobby's Funeral 347

"We Shall Carry on with Courage" 351

Ethel-Just a Shell 355

Part 10 361

Ted Negotiates Jackie's Nuptials 363

Andy Williams 367

Ethel Pushes Jackie Too Far 373

"Bobby's Little Miracle" 375

Part 11 379

Chappaquiddick 381

Jackie Tells Ari: "I Have to Be There" 384

Joan Accuses: "All You Care about Is How It Looks?" 389

Ethel to the Rescue 393

Mary Jo's Funeral 395

Ted Asks for Forgiveness 398

Joan Loses the Baby 403

A Final Gathering for Joseph 405

The End of Camelot 408

Part 12 415

Ted Hurts Joan Again 417

Ethel's Troubled Brood 421

Will Ted Run? The Joan Factor 425

Joan and Ted: Creating the Illusion of a Marriage 431

Joan in Control of Joan 437

The Announcement: EMK for President 439

Joan's White House Fantasies 442

EMK's Candidacy: Not Meant to Be 444

The Last Straw for Joan 449

Postscript: Jackie, Ethel, and Joan after Camelot 453

Acknowledgments and Source Notes 465

Index 515

An Excerpt from After Camelot 529

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