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ONE

They would not let up.
 
Every question was an indictment.
 
Every answer seemed wrong.
 
And they kept on firing: How many students have been captured, sir?
 
Why haven’t they been released?
 
Is Al-Qaeda involved? Why can’t you give us more information, sir, after three long days?
 
Why is your administration dragging its feet?
 
What is your administration doing to bring our boys and girls safely home?

Walter “Dutch” Harber stood behind the podium in the East Room of the White House and answered every question with the coolness he was known for.
 
The room was packed with wall to wall reporters, many drained and overworked, all roaring like lions of opposition, determined, it seemed to him, to treat this unfolding hostage crisis as if it could be that one big story that could bring his presidency down.
 

And here he stood, in that lion’s den, equally determined to maintain his cool.
 
He certainly looked the part, more than a few reporters had already commented to each other, as he stood there in his pristine tailored dark blue suit, his polished Italian dress shoes, his jet-black hair slicked back in a way that highlighted the smoothness of his forehead, his wide, sexy jawline, his eyes that were so green they looked like jade.
 
And in that calm, confident look of his he managed, even in the mist of their swirling accusations, to exemplify a startling contrast to their loud, raucous scruffiness.
 

 
“I will say again,” he said for what seemed to him to be the hundredth time.
 
“The United States does not, and will not, negotiate with terrorists.”

“But what if Al-Qaeda kills those students, sir?” the AP reporter asked in follow up.
 
“According to our sources, they’re demanding the release of Ben-al-Alawaiki or they will kill those students.
 
Are you going to let those students die, Mr. President?”

“It has not been confirmed by my administration what organization is responsible for the abductions, so I don’t know where you’re getting this information about Al-Qaeda’s demands.
 
At this point we can’t even confirm how many students have been abducted.
 
And if, let me repeat
if
, Al-Qaeda is responsible, they would be well advised to understand what it would mean for them if they harm any of those American citizens.
 
But again, we will not negotiate with terrorists.”

When he refused to deviate from his theme, when he refused to slip up and say something unscripted about the hostage crisis that the cable news channels would have a field day criticizing, the press moved on.
 
But their next target, as it had been ever since he started dating her and spiked to frenzied proportions after he married her, was Regina Lansing-Harber.

“Your wife, sir, gave an interview over the weekend where she said she’ll continue to focus on social justice issues in her role as First Lady.
 
She even questioned the laws of our land, saying that many of those mandatory minimum sentencing guidelines are the very reason why a disproportionate number of African-American males are incarcerated.
 
She said those laws were unjust on their face.
 
Why is your wife soft on crime, sir, and does that mean you’re soft on crime also?”