I was having lunch in early 1997 at Big Ed’s restaurant in downtown Raleigh with a friend, when he mentioned that Johnny Edwards was thinking about running for the U.S. Senate the next year.
I replied: Who is Johnny Edwards?
I had been covering North Carolina politics for two decades, but I had never run across Edwards. He was not involved in politics, and as I later learned didn’t even bother to vote half the time.
My thoughts returned to my first meeting with Edwards Thursday as a mistrial was declared in Greensboro after a jury acquitted him on one of six charges against him and deadlocked on the remainder. Regardless of whether federal prosecutors decide to retry the case, don’t think Edwards got off. His reputation – a person’s most valuable asset – is beyond tatters. Surely much of his bank account has been drained by legal bills.
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Little did I realize when I first met Edwards in 1997 that I was really looking at rocker Elton John’s “Rocket Man”– you know, “not the man they think I am at home … burning out his fuse up here alone.”
Edwards’ rocket-like political rise was bad for him in every way. Big-time trial lawyers like Edwards are often lone wolves, relying on their own wits to win courtroom battles. Edwards was elected to the Senate in 1998 by spending $6 million of his own money and then riding a national Democratic wave.
He had been in the Senate barely 18 months when he just missed being named Al Gore’s vice presidential running mate. Soon, he began his own quest for the presidency.
Edwards had smarts and skills, but no seasoning. To use a sports analogy, he was a star pitching prospect with a big arm who was sent from high school right into the big leagues.
In fields known for big egos – trial lawyers and politics – his was super-sized. It wasn’t just political foes – Republicans and doctors particularly – who didn’t like him. Most of the Democratic establishment in Raleigh didn’t care for him either. There may have been jealousy. But they also saw arrogance. And he was seen as a user, never a giver.
Because Edwards was a self-made politician he didn’t owe anybody. There were no gray heads around Edwards to give him guidance or to keep him out of trouble.
Perhaps no one could convince Edwards to leave his ruinous path. He is not the first person to be blinded by a romantic obsession.
But what was truly breathtaking was his chutzpah – that he thought he could pull off such a brazen plot: hiding a mistress and child through an election cycle in the age of social media, the Internet and campaign-opposition research.
But Edwards badly misjudged the temper of the times, and his circumstances – a dying wife, a child, an ongoing campaign, and an elaborate coverup – made him look like the bigger heel.
Maybe character is fate, and nothing could have dissuaded Edwards from his recklessness. Coming from a small mill town and a family of modest means, Edwards had become a multi-millionaire by beating battalions of insurance company lawyers.
No sooner had he arrived in Washington than he took the measure of the men and women around him and decided that he, Johnny Edwards,o rather than they, should be president of the United States.
So what if he had an affair? So what if it had produced a baby? He was Rocket Man. The normal rules of gravity did not apply to him. Until they did.
Contact Christensen, a columnist for The (Raleigh, N.C.) News and Observer, at email@example.com.