Ben Bradlee died today in Washington, D.C. at the age of 93. This post was first published on October 11.
By Norman Sherman
When I look at this 1974 picture of Ben Bradlee, here’s what I remember about him: He never looked or acted like the WASP he was—there was nothing reserved about his style or appearance. Some who worked for him disliked him, others loved his passion for high-impact journalism. He was not quite an enigma; he was a combination of finishing school and the street.
Forty years ago, I interviewed Bradlee for a Washingtonian profile—Woodward and Bernstein were national heroes and they were that mostly because Bradlee pushed them, scared them, inspired them, and printed them.