SIXTY FOUR.
The Ambassador's
words hit home with an impact that rolled through the minds of the
Presidential advisors like a series of shock waves. No one spoke.
There was nothing to say until the Ambassador was gone. President
Hayes had all but pleaded for the Ambassador to give them more
time, but the Ambassador had been firm. It was time for an even
hand and bold steps. Waiting a week or a month served no purpose
other than to allow Israel to find a way to hold on to the
land.
Kennedy watched as
Valerie Jones escorted the Ambassador from the room. The
President's chief of staff followed him into the hallway in a
desperate effort to get him to reconsider. Kennedy didn't need to
be told what to do. Getting up from the couch, she walked over to
the President's desk and picked up the handset of his bulky secure
telephone unit. She punched in ten digits and waited for Charles
Workman, her deputy director of intelligence, to answer. On the
third ring she got him.
"Charlie, I need an
immediate intel pull on everything we have over the last
forty-eight hours between Saudi Arabia and the other Gulf States
concerning a possible oil embargo against us if we veto the French
resolution at the UN."
Kennedy listened for
a moment and said, "No, it's firsthand. Ambassador Aziz just
informed the President of their intentions." Again she listened to
her DDI and then replied, "That's right. Use every asset we've got.
I need some hard intel within the hour."
The director of the
CIA returned to find a shell-shocked President and a very agitated
Secretary of defense.
"Mr. President, this
embargo could be construed as an act of war."
"That's interesting,
Rick," chimed Secretary of State Berg.
"That's what the
Japanese said when we placed an oil and steel embargo on them back
in forty-one."
The President looked
to Berg, ignoring her historical comparison and
asked, "Are they
bluffing?"
Berg, who seemed to
be taking the news better than anyone else, said, "I'm not sure,
but the Gulf States do have a history of false bravado."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning
they might
be unified at the moment, but who knows what next week will hold.
Some of them are in the red
a few are barely in the black." Berg
gestured with her hands that it was a toss-up.
"I can't see a
unified embargo holding for very long. We need the oil and they
need our money."
"We can't allow this
embargo to last a day," announced National Security Advisor
Haik.
"The mere mention of
it could precipitate a worldwide recession. Markets would plunge
overnight ten to twenty percent."
"But what about our
reserves?" asked Culbertson.
"We can increase our
imports from Venezuela and Russia and the former republics. and if
we have to we can drill in Alaska."
"Who says Venezuela
and Russia won't go along with them," replied Haik.
"And besides, all of
that will take time. Two months from the onset of the embargo we
could probably get back to near normal supply levels, but that's
not what worries me. What worries me is the devastating effect it
would have on an already strained economy." Haik turned his
attention to the President.
"The last time they
really hit us with an embargo was in seventy-three, and it took us
a decade to climb out of the hole."
Valerie Jones hurried
back into the room catching the end of the national security
advisor's comments. She quickly added, "And we ended up with
interest rates at seventeen percent, runaway inflation and
unemployment approaching double digits. Mr. President, we cannot
let that happen again."
Her implication was
clear. If the embargo was put into effect any chance he had at
serving another four years would be dragged down with the
floundering economy. Looking back at Jones, Hayes asked, "What did
he say when you walked him out?"
"He says they are
resolute in their decision. Now is the time for a Palestinian
state."
Hayes sighed.
"We have no
choice."
The defense Secretary
wasn't quite ready to give in.
"Sir, let's engage
the French and see if we can get them to delay the vote
even a day
or two. In exchange we could demand that Israel withdraw its forces
from Hebron."
Hayes shook his head
in desperation. The French would never go along with such a plan.
They had center stage right now, and were not about to miss the
opportunity to ram Palestinian statehood down Israel's
throat.
"Sir, we can't do it
this way," Culbertson stated with great conviction.
"Israel will never
honor the resolution until a real cease-fire is in place and they
have been given assurances from all the Arab states. We need time
to make this work."
"Unfortunately," said
Hayes, lifting his head, "we don't have time."
"Let's at least
try."
"I agree with Rick,
Mr. President." Secretary of State Berg looked at her watch.
"The vote isn't
scheduled to take place for another five hours. We should see if we
can get a withdrawal in exchange for a cease-fire. Maybe even
propose a peace summit in Paris for next week."
"All right. See what
you can do with the French." Hayes motioned for them to get started
and both cabinet members got up. The President turned his attention
to Kennedy.
"Is there a chance
the Saudis are bluffing?"
"There's a chance,
but I think there's a better chance they're serious.
I put a call in to
Charlie to find out what we've picked up in the last forty-eight
hours. If they've been talking we should have picked something
up."