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Pamela: she got there on her own
In December 1941 Winston Churchill. disarming whatever critics he still had, told the U.S. Congress: “Had my father been American and my mother English, instead of the other way round, I might have got here on my own.”
Pamela Harriman was all-English, yet rose to high American office on her own merit. She served as U.S. Ambassador to Paris from 1993 until her death. Small-minded people, and there were plenty, belittled her lack of education, her glittery friendships with the great. All that was easy to mock, but beside the point. Her colleague Richard Holbrooke rated her quite differently: “She spoke the language, she knew the country, she knew its leadership. She was one of the best.” President Jacques Chirac compared her to the two most notable American ambassadors, Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson. Pretty good for a girl from the sticks who left home early, determined to succeed.
Pamela Beryl Digby was born in Farnborough, Hampshire, England, daughter of the 11th Baron Digby. Her mother Constance was the daughter of 2nd Baron Aberdare. Her childhood saw her first Churchill connection. Minterne Magna in 1642 was the residence of John Churchill, father of the first Sir Winston. In 1937 at boarding school in Munich, she met Adolf Hitler, a dubious achievement her future father-in-law missed. Introduced by his admirer Unity Mitford, Pam never fell for whatever spell the Führer cast over Mitford.
“You are not still a Catholic?”
Pamela Digby’s first marriage, at age nineteen in 1939, was to Randolph Churchill, a decision taken on the fly. Friends and family warned her that the mercurial Randolph was not a good long-term risk: Conservative Chief Whip David Margesson, “took me for a long walk in the country and tried to dissuade me.” She replied, “If he is not killed and we do not get on together, I shall obtain a divorce.” In 1946, she was as good as her word.
Thomas Maier, author of The Churchills and the Kennedys, says the only Churchill concerned about the match was Winston. “Your family, the Digby family, were Catholic, but I imagine you are not still a Catholic?” he asked her. WSC had no religious prejudice, but as a politician had to consider potential criticism. Pamela assured him the Digbys had long been Church of England—and faithful Conservatives. “Yes, you had your heads chopped off in the Gunpowder Plot,” Churchill grinned. “That is right,” she answered—Sir Everard Digby.” (Mr. Maier notes that Sir Everard, a Catholic convert, was actually hung, drawn and quartered.)
“How great a man…”
Winston Churchill welcomed Pamela into the family. Becoming Prime Minister, he invited her to Downing Street. Pregnant with her son Winston, she recalled sleeping in a bunk bed in the bomb shelter, “one Churchill above me, another inside.” Pamela loved and admired the PM, and later did amusing imitations of him in her own deep voice.
Once during dinner amidst the Blitz, Churchill gazed around the table. “If the Germans come,” he told them, “you can always take one with you.” Pamela, all of 20, expressed shock. “But Papa,” she protested, “what would I fight with?” WSC peered at her with a benignant smile: “You, my dear, may use a carving knife.” Her son Winston said she recited that vignette often, captivated by her father-in-law’s indomitable spirit. He added: “It was through her that it first dawned on me how great a man my grandfather was.”
Friends warned that marriage with Randolph would not be smooth. Neither were celibate in each other’s absence, and her affair with Roosevelt’s envoy, Averell Harriman, was an open secret. Anxious for good relations with the Americans, neither Winston nor Clementine spoke of it. Years later it still strained relations between father and son.
“Never give in”
After her divorce Pamela moved to Paris. She was soon enjoying a lavish life and romances. In 1960 she married Broadway producer Leland Hayward. The marriage lasted until Hayward’s death in 1971. Six months later she married Harriman, then almost 80, caring for him devotedly. The old flame had never died, her son told me: “She often called Averell ‘the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.’”
Through Harriman and with Churchillian determination, Pamela became immersed in American politics. In 1980 and 1984, the Democrats were in disarray following twin sweeps by Ronald Reagan. Pamela quoted Sir Winston: “In war you can only be killed once, but in politics, many times.” At her home on N Street in Washington she hosted glamorous parties and fundraisers.
Her son Winston told me that politics aside, she was “one of the most conservative people I know. She would have brought the same zest had she married Ronald Reagan.” She supported Clinton in 1992, and he offered her the Paris Ambassadorship. Yet at her confirmation hearings she was praised to the skies by the most conservative member of the Foreign Relations Committee, Senator Jesse Helms.
“Darling, this is Pamela…”
She represented the politics of a bygone age. She saw politics as a noble profession, where mutual respect was de rigueur. Years ago I published a piece on Churchill’s 1946 “Iron Curtain” speech by then-Secretary of Defense Caspar Weinberger. As one might expect, he stressed the Fulton theme of peace through strength. Pamela Harriman wrote a rebuttal emphasizing Churchill’s Fulton title, “the Sinews of Peace.” Paul Robinson, formerly Ronald Reagan’s ambassador to Canada, read it, disagreed, and confessed that he remained among her greatest admirers. Earlier he had named Harriman and Weinberger co-vice-presidents during his chairmanship of the English-Speaking Union. He said they were superb. “And very good together—despite everything!”
When Mr. Clinton arrived in office he proclaimed an admiration for Winston Churchill. I remember sending him, through Pamela Harriman, a blue sweatshirt emblazoned with the Churchill five-cent U.S. commemorative stamp. Delighted, she delivered it herself, and so we made her a pink version. She telephoned to express her thanks, with the husky opening line that must have thrilled a thousand Washington insiders: “Darling, this is Pamela.” It would have been, and always was, superfluous to ask, “Pamela who?”
Not many people could have journeyed so successfully and far with a formal education that ended at age 16. How did she manage it? She was grace personified, at home equally in Churchill’s air raid shelter or the Élysée Palace. President Chirac mourned her death: “To say that she was an exceptional representative of the United States in France does not do justice to her achievement. She lent to our longstanding alliance the radiant strength of her personality. She was elegance itself….a peerless diplomat.”
That old Francophile, her father-in-law, would have smiled.