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May 4, 2000 | The congressional Republicans bellowed
their rage and cited the shabbily
treated negotiators as one of the reasons
for calling hearings about the raid. Not since Pearl
Harbor had such an attack been
perpetrated, they assured the world.
The hearings were aborted when it
finally dawned on them that they had
learned nothing from the impeachment
fiasco. And now, as the true story of the
so-called negotiations that took place
in the final hours leading up to the
raid emerges, it's time to take a closer
look and ask the important question:
Which was the gang that couldn't shoot
straight? Aaron Podhurst, the chief negotiator for
the Miami family, went out to dinner at
a crucial point in the exchange -- 10:58
p.m. -- just as Janet Reno was faxing a
tough ultimatum that needed to be
discussed, pronto. It must have been the longest dinner
since the Last Supper. Podhurst didn't
bother to look at the fax, which sat in
his machine in his exercise room, until
2:59 a.m. What was he doing for four
hours besides eating? Push-ups? When the
lawyer finally looked at the page, he
mistook it for another that Reno had
sent at 2:59 a.m., thinking it was
merely a duplicate. By the time
Podhurst finally got around to calling
Reno, she told him the family had only
an hour to meet her offer. The naiveté of Podhurst,
University of Miami president Edward
Foote and other civic leaders who came
in at the last minute to help the
family, was most apparent the day before
the raid. At 4:52 p.m. that Friday, the
negotiators faxed the Justice Department
a six-point face-saving proposal for the
Miami relatives, which included a
provision for reuniting the Cuban and
Miami arms of the González family in one
cozy hideaway. You can almost picture
it: Elián getting yanked apart from his
father by Marisleysis, who often
gets the vapors, and Lázaro, who has
a history of trouble with
the bottle. Juan Miguel would,
presumably, just sit quietly drinking
tea in the kitchen. Problem is, there was absolutely no
agreement for transferring custody of
Elián to his father. And again they were
dictating demands that a psychiatrist
and a spiritual advisor "help decide
what is in the best interest of the
child." The negotiators, it seemed,
were the only people on the planet who
had never heard Lázaro's mantra,
"They will have to rip Elián from my
arms." When Reno didn't answer promptly, they
took it as a good omen, but Reno never
wavered in her demand that Elián be
immediately turned over to his father.
Still, the negotiators didn't seem to
get it. Did they actually think they
were making progress when they were
cutting deals worse than anything the
González crew had promised to obey and
then backed down from before? As one
Justice Department official reportedly
said, "What the hell is this?" As for lawyers crossing t's and dotting
i's, their vague wording, "We understand
that you have transferred temporary
custody of Elián to his father," was
supposed to mean the Miami family
agreed to this. I can just see a lawyer
for the family tearing this up and
saying, "Gotcha." It would be as binding
as one party in a divorce saying, "I
understand that you are temporarily
taking custody of the Lexus." | ||
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