Mere days after signing the 1964 Civil Rights Act on July 2, 1964, Lyndon Johnson tried to have sex with his black secretary Gerri Whittington

 

Lyndon Johnson tried to have sex with his black secretary Gerri Whittington over the 4^th of July weekend, 1964. On Thursday, July 2^nd, LBJ had signed the 1964 Civil Rights Act

Photos of Gerri Whittington: https://www.google.com/search?q=gerri+whittington+lbj&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ei=7khlU_jgDIOzyAT72YLQDA&ved=0CAYQ_AUoAQ&biw=1231&bih=880

            “Gerri’s last trip to the Texas White House would be on the weekend of July 4, 1964. Lyndon was always so casual and relaxed at the ranch, which, much more than the real White House, he considered his own space, where he could do as he pleased. According to his aides in earlier years, this included nocturnal wanderings with a flashlight into staff bedrooms. What happened behind those doors is known only to those staff members whose rooms he entered, but it was certain that others would know he was there. There was little likelihood that the president of the United States could wander about in the night - even in his own home - without someone hearing him and drawing his or her own conclusion. Regardless of his motive, this kind of behavior would be highly offensive to someone like Gerri, who valued her reputation as much as anything in life. This was something Lyndon apparently didn’t understand…. So he probably gave it little thought before he showed up at Gerri’s room one night after everyone had retired. Gerri thought  she handled it quite well. Without waiting to learn why he was there, she told LBJ she wasn’t feeling well, and although it was nothing serious, just her time of the month, she had to get to sleep. With that, she nixed the possibility of anything from chitchat to- well, Lyndon did have a reputation, although with Gerri he had always acted appropriately. He left, and that’s the way it was. Mulling it over later, she thought perhaps he just wanted to talk. But this was not the right time or place. She realized, however, that her calm and quiet brush-off did not assure it would not happen again, and she wanted to make sure it didn’t. When the president and entourage returned to Washington after the holiday weekend, Gerri avoided the president while she thought it over. She told me she had considered resigning, but hoped it wouldn’t come to that….At the end of the week, when she finally came face to face with the president in the secretaries’ office, he commented (with some exaggeration and maybe a little sarcasm), “Did you decide to come to work - haven’t seen you over here in a week or so?” The secretary keeping the president’s diary that day noted the comment, as well as some good-natured banter with the other secretaries.Gerri felt she may have made her point by her absence.”

[Simeon Booker, Shocking the Conscience: A Reporter’s Account of the Civil Rights Movement, pp. 244-245]

Gerri Whittington did not last long as LBJ's secretary in the White House. After LBJ crawled into her bed at the LBJ Ranch, with a flashlight and saying "This is your president," and angling for sex, Gerri Whittington asked, perhaps a few months later, and got a transfer to a job at the Pentagon.

(Above) is LBJ and Gerri Whittington dancing and integrating the University of Texas' 40 Acres Club on New Years Eve 12-31-1963. Later that night at the Driskill Hotel, in his suite room #434, LBJ would tell his longtime mistress Madeleine Brown that his rich friends in Dallas and "fucking renegade intelligence bastards" were behind the JFK assassination. Six months later, Lyndon Johnson would try to "integrate" Gerri Whittington over the 4th of July Weekend, mere days after signing the 1964 Civil Rights Act. Knowing LBJ, he probably thought his odds would be pretty good at the point; Whittington however repulsed the President who had a penis that he would often refer to as "Jumbo."

Gerri Whittington (left) and LBJ on the right (Above)

LBJ's White House secretary - who most definitely would NOT fuck him - meets with civil rights activists. Photo most likely 1964.

Lyndon Johnson was known for fucking his secretaries and female reporters, as well as hookers provided to him by the Chicken Ranch. Gerri was NOT one of these comfort girls.

Lyndon Johnson on right, Gerri Whittington flashes some leg on the left. LBJ never got to partake in this chocolate treat.

LBJ's advances were so crude that Gerri Whittington requested and got a transfer to the Pentagon to get out of LBJ's clutches

Gerri Whittington was a guest on the popular show What's My Line on January 19, 1964 (link below):

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iyTsMTPExWA

Email to Robert Morrow on 5/8/14 from Myra McPherson

I wrote this in 1974!! With lbj saying 'move over. This is your president' . Source , Carl Rowan was quoted by name, the woman was not. 
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See the book the Power Lovers, pp. 184-185 by Myra McPherson for the LBJ crawling in bed with flashlight anecdote

On 12-31-63 Lyndon Johnson helped to integrate the Forty Acres Club by bringing Gerri Whittington to a New Year’s Eve party there. This was six months before LBJ tried to “integrate” Gerri at the LBJ Ranch

“New LBJ Library Director to Show LBJ History Through Modern Lens” – Nov. 21, 2019

https://liberalarts.utexas.edu/public-affairs/news/new-lbj-library-director-to-show-lbj-history-through-modern-lens

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One evening, LBJ decided on a whim that he wanted to attend a party held at the Forty Acres Club, Lawrence explains: “The problem was that the club was segregated and some of LBJ’s aides worried that he would mire his presidency in controversy if he went there.” 

“But Johnson had other ideas. He deliberately walked into the club arm-in-arm with one of his secretaries, an African-American woman named Gerri Whittington,” says Lawrence. “From that day onward, the Forty Acres Club was desegregated.”

Lawrence’s admiration for LBJ is rooted in both the President’s charisma, as well as his commitment to social justice, and he hopes his enthusiasm for that history reverberates in his role as the new director of the LBJ Presidential Library, beginning in January 2020.

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  Lyndon Johnson tried to have sex with Washington Star columnist Mary McGrory, age 45, in summer 1964

"LBJ Asked to Go All the Way" NY Post May 3, 2014 by Geoff Earle

WASHINGTON - Former President Johnson tried to seduce a famous political journalist.

      Washington Star columnist Mary McGrory politely refused Johnson's pitch for a liaison in summer 1964, Politico magazine reports.

      McGrory thought a friend was pulling a prank when a Secret Service agent called her to say LBJ wanted to meet her at her apartment.

       "Mary, I am crazy about you," the married prez told McGrory, according to her friend New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd.

       McGrory told him she liked the job he was doing, but the admiration ended there.

-          Geoff Earle

PoliticoWeb Link: http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2014/05/queen-mary-105906.html#.U2U1mGdOV3x

 

https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2014/05/queen-mary-105906/

Photos of Mary McGrory: http://www.politico.com/magazine/gallery/2014/04/mary-mcgrorys-washington/001796-025647.html#.U2VJKGdOV3x

On a quiet summer evening in 1964, Mary McGrory’s phone rang. The caller identified himself as a Secret Service agent and said that President Johnson wanted to stop by her apartment in 15 minutes. “Oh, really,” McGrory replied drolly, sure that the caller was a fellow reporter pulling her leg, but the man on the line insisted he was serious.

She went out into the hallway of her apartment building, a drab modern brick affair a few miles up Connecticut Avenue from the White House, and found several Secret Service agents standing near the elevator. Realizing that the leader of the free world was, indeed, on his way, she ran back inside and frantically tidied up. Several minutes later, the president appeared at her door.

At age 45, Mary McGrory was already one of the most influential political columnists in the country, a veteran of three presidential campaigns whose four-times-a-week musings in the Evening Star were an absolute must-read for everyone from political pros to the most casual observers. A Bostonian ever proud of her Irish roots, McGrory had adored President John F. Kennedy, and she had been a constant behind-the-scenes presence during the Camelot years. So she was no stranger to power, but the impromptu nature of Johnson’s visit was unnerving.

McGrory invited him in and offered the president a drink. They engaged in some friendly small talk until Johnson, tumbler of scotch in his large hand, finally put his cards on the table. “Mary, I am crazy about you,” he confessed. He wanted to sleep with her.

Then, in what has to be one of the most awkward and unromantic propositions in presidential history, Johnson tried to make the case that since McGrory had always admired Kennedy, she should now transfer her affections to him. “He wanted to have a reporter who had been their favorite reporter,” says Maureen Dowd, the New York Times columnist and McGrory protégée who heard about the encounter from McGrory and attributed it to LBJ’s perpetual rivalry with the Kennedys. “It wasn’t so much him pouncing on her as him competing with JFK.” In LBJ’s mind, sleeping with McGrory, like raising the height of the toilets in the White House, was just another way to one-up the late president. As McGrory’s friend Phil Gailey put it to me, “He assumed, I guess, that the only reason she loved the Kennedys was because they had power. What a klutz.”

Listening to Johnson’s declaration, McGrory later told her friends, she felt flattered, startled and mortified at the same time. She took a deep breath and said, “I admire you, Mr. President, and I always will. And I think you are doing a terrific job, and that is where it stops—right there.”

President Johnson finished his drink and said, “I just wanted you to know.”

“Now I know,” she replied. “Thank you.”

And with that, the president and his Secret Service detail left. 

Mack White on NBC reporter Cassie Mackin as being a mistress of Lyndon Johnson

Mack White used to transcribe oral histories at the LBJ Library

Mack White email to Robert Morrow on Oct. 9, 2015

Hi, Robert! As I wrote on my FB post, she did not actually say she was a mistress; I had to put two and two together. Not difficult, but without an outright admission on her part I would be reluctant to name her ... However, if you'd like a name, I can tell you that NBC reporter Cassie Mackin was a paramour of LBJ's.

 This was described in one of the oral histories I transcribed; the interview was with a male colleague of hers. This would be on file at the LBJ Library. Unfortunately, after all these years, I can't remember the name of the interviewee, so it would take some research at the library to find it. And it might still be classified ... It's great hearing from you, Robert. I've been following your research and am interested in this new book you co-authored with Roger Stone. Please stay in touch ... Mack

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catherine_Mackin

 Mack White email to Robert Morrow on Oct. 9, 2015

Yes, anything that moved was fair game for Lyndon ... Cassie Mackin covered his 1960 campaign, which indicates they went way back, before the tryst during his presidency (described in the oral history).

Wayne Madsen says that the former husband of Hearst reporter Marianne Means told him that Marianne Means had sex with both JFK and Lyndon Johnson.

 

Marianne Means on LBJ to Kitty Kelley: “Okay. It was an affair, and I won’t share it with people, not even you. It was mine and he was mine.”

 

Kitty Kelley (Dec. 28, 2017) on Marianne Means who admitted to Kitty Kelley that she had an affair with Lyndon Johnson

 

 

http://www.kittykelleywriter.com/2017/12/28/remembering-marianne-means/

 

Remembering Marianne Means

 December 28, 2017

by Kitty Kelley

 I’d much rather be hoisting a glass with Marianne Means, and hearing her rant about “that vulgarian” in the White House than writing this valedictory, but she went to the angels a few days ago,  and her death leaves me with an empty glass, albeit a full heart.

 You may have noticed The Washington Post gave her a large obituary, and applauded her as a “trailblazing White House correspondent,” which led to 50 successful years as a syndicated columnist for Hearst newspapers. The obit mentioned that Marianne made a crucial connection as a college student with then-Sen. John F. Kennedy, when he was campaigning for President in Nebraska. In the White House he sought to help her make her way amidst a predominantly male press corps.

 “Give her some stories,” the President told one aide. “Give her all the help you can.”

 For anyone who knew Marianne then as a pretty blue-eyed blonde—“farm fresh,” recalled one photographer—and JFK as an inveterate chaser, certain assumptions were made, and those assumptions were to Marianne’s advantage, although her romance then was not with Kennedy, but with his deputy press secretary.

 I met her many years later in Georgetown, where she lived all of her life since moving from her parents’ farm. She graduated from the University of Nebraska with a Phi Beta Kappa key, and later earned a law degree from George Washington University. We lived near each other, shared the same hairdresser and many mutual friends. Marianne was great fun, wonderfully opinionated, and breezily direct about everything—except for her husbands and lovers. By the end of her life she’d collected five of the former and lots of the latter, but she did not kiss and tell. She would’ve been appalled by #MeToo.

 Before Pamela Harriman arrived in Washington, Marianne Means was entertaining presidents, vice presidents, senators and congressmen. “Not all at once, mind you. I saved Lyndon Johnson for a special group of people,” she told me in 1973 when I was writing an article about dinner parties. “As President he came to my house two times. Both times Lady Bird was out of town and both times he approved the guest list in advance.” I asked if she catered an elaborate menu for her illustrious guest. “Can you believe it? I actually cooked it myself,” she said. “The President was not a fussy eater, thank God, so I could get away with a simple dinner of roast beef, which was good because I’m just a plain old meant-and-potatoes girl.”

 In the article I mentioned her cat had jumped on President Johnson’s lap. After publication Marianne corrected me: the cat had jumped on the roast beef.

 When I was thinking about writing a book on Georgetown as the nexus of power and influence in Washington, D.C., Marianne was my go-to source. She knew that few places in the U.S. carried the panache of instant recognition like the 12 square blocks in the middle of the nation’s capital, which have been home to presidents and prostitutes, senators and scalawags, congressmen and convicts. Even when I decided not to write the book, we’d still meet for dinner at La Chaumiere, where she would be wheel-chaired in by one of her devoted caregivers.

 One night she began talking about LBJ, and I gave her the girlfriend-to-girlfriend look. She laughed, but wouldn’t say another word. I mentioned the many references to her in President Johnson’s daily White House diaries from 1964-1967.

 “Okay,” she said. She paused for a long minute. “Yes, it was an affair and, no, I won’t share it with people, not even you. It was mine and he was mine.” She was serious, almost fierce, and I realized that Lyndon Baines Johnson had been enormous in her life. Later that was confirmed when I read John Seigenthaler’s oral history in the John F. Kennedy Library regarding the 1964 Democratic National Convention when Robert Kennedy was given a monumental ovation The rancor between then-President Johnson and former Attorney General Kennedy was visceral. Seigenthaler, administrative assistant to Kennedy in the Justice Department, was a close personal friend. Flying back to Washington on the press plane after the convention, he recalled: “I remember Marianne Means who loved Lyndon and really worked on Bob. She was always a friend of mine. [But] I was cold to her on the flight that night.”

 During out last dinner Marianne said to me: “I think it’s terrible Johnson has not gotten his due as a great president and he was a great president. Look at all he did for civil rights.”

 I agreed, then whispered, “Vietnam.”

 “Pew,” she said. (Yes, “pew” was her exact quote.) “Vietnam was started by another president…. Johnson made sure both his sons-in-law [Patrick Nugent and Charles Robb] served—in safe positions, of course, but both went to Vietnam…. Ben Barnes [former Lt. Gov. of Texas] is now the leading guy for helping us try to restore Johnson’s place in history.”

 She talked about inviting President Johnson to one of her weddings. “I think it was my second or third…. It was in my small house on 32nd Street. Johnson came. My relatives still remember how they had left something in the car and had to run outside to get it but couldn’t get back in because of the Secret Service.”

 “Must be nice to have a lover who is protected at all times,” I said.

 “Nice try, Kitty Poo, but I still won’t tell you.”

 We both laughed at my clumsy effort to get more information, and now she, God bless her, gets the last laugh. 

Photo: Kitty Kelley (seated); Standing, left to right: Barbara Dixon, Susan Tolchin, Marianne Means and Sandra MacElwaine. 

  

Marianne Means’ national profile took off after she started having a sexual affair with President Lyndon Johnson

 

 “Marianne Means, political columnist and trailblazing White House correspondent, dies at 83,” Harrison Smith, Washington Post, 12-3-2017”

 

https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/obituaries/marianne-means-political-columnist-and-trailblazing-white-house-correspondent-dies-at-83/2017/12/03/dcf959f0-d859-11e7-a841-2066faf731ef_story.html

 

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Ms. Means was in the lead press bus in Dallas, reporting on Kennedy's reelection campaign, when the president was assassinated on Nov. 22, 1963. "Every detail of the day will be imprinted on my mind forever," she later said, recalling the bloodstained cushions of Kennedy's Lincoln Continental convertible.

 

She then covered the Johnson administration for two years, joining the president on diplomatic trips abroad and to his ranch in the Texas Hill Country, where she filed stories as a fast-driving Johnson raced around in an old fire engine and proclaimed, "This is why Barry Goldwater wanted to be president."

 

She also wrote a book about first ladies, "The Woman in the White House" (1963), which featured interviews with Kennedy and former presidents Harry S. Truman and Dwight D. Eisenhower, who discussed their wives' largely unheralded roles in shaping public policy.

Ms. Means acquired a national profile as she began writing her column in 1965, appearing on news programs as well as the "Tonight" show with Johnny Carson and the CBS game show "What's My Line?"

 

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