Ha! Just last week I was thinking about that mythic figure of Watergate lore, Deep Throat, and thinking that it was possible that his identity might not ever be revealed within my lifetime.
And now here it is.
Seriously, I’m still numb. I’m not sure how I should be feeling. This has been a huge secret for thirty years now, and suddenly all those years of speculation are over.
Watergate was a huge defining backdrop for some very formative years of my life: The break-in happened right before my senior year in high school, and the scandal dominated the news during my freshman year in college.
I was in summer school when Nixon resigned. Several of us in the dorm watched his resignation speech on TV, drinking cokes from glass bottles, with the room dark and, befitting the solemnity of the occasion, “Pomp and Circumstance” (from the Clockwork Orange soundtrack) playing in the background.
Just when I was at that age where I could comprehend that snake-filled labyrinth that is our federal government, and suddenly I was faced with a constitutional crisis — with the only resignation of a president in U.S. history.
My entire view of politics, even today, was shaped by Watergate.
And now a huge chapter has closed.
In a way, it’s sort of a letdown: Mark Felt? Who the heck is he? Just an FBI honcho, who apparently acted out of retribution for the stalling of his career.
But the important thing is that the secret is finally out in the open.
I’ve been waiting the entire span of my political awareness for this.