Johnson Lyndon Baines - All the Way

All the Way

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A Single Shard

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All the Way

ROBERT SCHENKKAN

Grove Press

New York

Copyright 2014 by Robert Schenkkan

Introduction 2014 by Bryan Cranston

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All the Way was developed, in part, with assistance from The Orchard Project, a program of The Exchange ( www.exchangenyc.org ).

All the Way was the recipient of the 2012 Edward M. Kennedy Prize for Drama Inspired by American History, which is awarded through Columbia University.

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To S. and J. Always.

INTRODUCTION

by Bryan Cranston

We interrupt this program to bring you a special report.

I was seven years old, at home with a cold, when I first heard those words coming from the familys modest black-and-white television. It was a pretty afternoon in Southern California on November 22, 1963, but a dark cloud hung low over the nation. Walter Cronkites authoritative image took over the screen and began to tell us in a disturbing, halting manner that our president had just been shot to death in Dallas, Texas. Cronkite wiped away a tear.

My mother shrieked in disbelief and immediately went to the ringing phone. The calls were frequent and each carried the same sense of dread: I know, I cant believe it either, its just awful. Each call was accompanied by copious tears. The entire neighborhood was in shock and great despair. Families gathered to share their grief. This was a horrible event on a scale that I had never experienced before. It scared me. I had never seen my mother so upset. My father too. Even at seven I realized something was much more important than my own existence, and I began to think that I should start to pay attention to other things, including who our president is and what hes saying to America. That focus fell onto our new leader, the thirty-sixth president of the United States, Lyndon Baines Johnson.

My impression of Johnson was that he was ultra-serious. He seemed like a lot of old guys of the era. The men in the gray flannel suits. Confident, laconic, powerful, and wearing what seemed like a perpetual scowl on his deeply creased face. A look of consternation. Of course, I didnt know it at the time, but years later I learned that my impression of Johnson was not correct at all.

Early in 2012, Breaking Bad gave notice. We would end production after shooting a final sixteen episodes by March of 2013. I was as proud as anyone can be of a body of work, but I was also satisfied with the decision because it would mean that wed go out on our own terms. On top. It also meant that I should start looking for my next job, a compulsion inherent in most actors. I felt that after thirteen years on television (seven with Malcolm in the Middle and six with Breaking Ba d ) that a move away from the ubiquity of TV was my best option. I asked my team at United Talent Agency to look for a play and hoped that wed find one that had a level of importance and gravitas that would be rewarding and worth the necessary devotion of time. They did their due diligence and came back with All the Way , by Robert Schenkkan. The title was derived from Johnsons campaign slogan in 1964, ALL THE WAY WITH LBJ ! I had been offered a few plays that were destined for the Broadway stage before, but nothing like this.

All the Way had all the elements that any good story needs to keep the reader interestedbetter yet, investedin the characters and plot. Its huge, its historic, and indeed, important. The central role of the eclectic and unpredictable Lyndon Johnson was captivating. Like King Lear, he is a man both great in desire and accomplishments and weak in his despair and self-pity.

While doing research for the Broadway production, I came to understand him, to like him, feel sorry for him. He was an extremely complex man. He could be funny, threatening, warm, vindictive, sympathetic, and crude. Those who knew him speak of fascinating experiences with himnot always enjoyable, but always fascinating. Bill Moyers, the famous journalist, served as the presidents press secretary from 1965 to1967, and recently described him as eleven of the most interesting people Ive ever met.

Robert Schenkkan has masterfully crafted a play that tells the story of the first year of Johnsons presidency. It illustrates in compelling detail the difficulties of passing the landmark legislation of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and Johnsons quest to shed the label of accidental president and win the office on his own merit in November of that same year.

Roberts play explores the inherent tension between Power and Morality by dramatizing Johnsons political acumen in getting things done by any means necessary. His well-known manipulation of the key players in Washington was even nicknamed the Johnson Treatment, while other victims of the political arm-twisting aptly referred to it as receiving the old Texas Twist.

But there are parts of Johnsons legacy that are more difficult to reckon with. He was the president who escalated the Vietnam War, a series of misguided decisions that haunted him and, I believe, informed the shocking and momentous decision he announced on March 31, 1968, not to seek a second term as president. The war had beaten him. In many ways he became a broken man. I suspect that the constant protests at the gates of the White House, the angry chants of Hey, hey, LBJ, how many kids did you kill today? tore a hole in his heart, maybe even literally. His cardiovascular system weakened to an irreversible point, and he succumbed to a third heart attack (eerily, just as he had predicted) in January 1973. Dying in the way he feared most... alone.