How the Good Guys Finally Won

Watergate, impeachment, resignation. In the spring of 1974 Jimmy Breslin went to Washington to observe at first hand the inching along of the cumbersome Watergate investigation process. Breslin did not, however, spend his time in court and committee rooms. He preferred to work the offices on and near Capitol Hill, to talk informally with the congressmen, the lawyers-and their aides-who were laboriously putting together the mountain of paper that was to bury Richard Nixon: he even visited Allenwood Prison in the businesslike hills of Pennsylvania. Those names and faces which became so familiar to us in a two-dimensional way last summer are now clad in flesh and sweat. As are dozens of men and women who never saw a television camera but who were equally dedicated to keeping the resolution of a dirty affair clean.