Nina and Cokie revered Linda for her persistence and attention to detail. Cokie and Linda, hearing Nina working the phones, digging for sources, would marvel at her courage and tenacity. Together, they’d grouse about their personal lives. If Nina unearthed one of her famous scoops, she’d run it past the other two for their input. If Cokie had to run to a parent-teacher conference, Linda, who did not have children, might cover for her. They asked for what they wanted, and they got what they asked for. They preferred the loftier perches they inhabited influencing from a distance, never hesitating to weigh in on their needs or concerns or opinions. They weren’t women in power - though, had they wished, they could likely have seized it - they were women of power. Nina, the screamer Linda, the rational one Cokie, ever tactful. Neither did they hold back regarding hiring and union matters and management issues. “Your children will be called bastards,” they cautioned.
When they heard about a gentleman staffer who was planning on having a baby out of wedlock, Nina and Cokie marched over and expressed their displeasure. When they weren’t out chasing stories as star representatives of the growing network whose reputation they were helping to bolster, they were inserting themselves into its machinations.Īny staff member beckoned back to their area and asked to take a seat on their yellow ochre sofa knew that something was up - would they be reprimanded, praised, asked for a favor, or prodded for gossip? Sometimes, the founding mothers would play matchmaker. Fortifying their might was their geographic proximity to one another at the office: They inhabited a cluster of desks situated near the front corner of the building.
Because of the nature of their work and their obsession with the machinations of Washington, Cokie, Linda, and Nina forged a particular bond.
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