The Politician (45 page)

With my dad’s help, I know now the difference between understanding human nature—the combination of good and evil—and being able to love yourself and others through it all. I am genuinely sorry for all that I have done wrong and for all the hurt I have caused others. I don’t want to be a little Jesus, and I don’t expect it of anyone else. With any luck, this is the lesson we learn from personal failure. If you face who you are, what you have done, and what you have lost, you can recover from almost anything. My dad did this. After his terrible failure he retreated, came to terms with his own sins, and began again as a preacher at a church in South Carolina. He healed his relationships, and at the time of his death, he was surrounded by family who loved him. His funeral, in a church packed by hundreds of people, was a celebration of all that he was. They knew about his shortcomings, accepted them as real, but loved him anyway and allowed him to give what he had that was good.

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fter my father’s death, as I returned to the work of writing, the press began to report on the grand jury investigation of John Edwards, and this brought renewed interest in the scandal. The media revealed that I was going to “tell all” in a book, speculation swirled around the secrets I would spill, and commentators theorized about my motives. Some said I was greedy and bent on revenge. Others said I should go away and leave the sordid truth untold. I held my tongue, until now.

I have written this book to end years of gossip and lies about me, John Edwards, and a host of people who deserve better than to be remembered only as sinners or fools. I have written it to make money to support my family at a time when no other job was available to me. And I have written this book as an exercise in my own understanding, so that I could learn something from the trauma suffered by so many who believed in what they thought John Edwards represented and were willing to sacrifice for the greater good.

Gifted, charismatic, and mesmerizing, John Edwards knew what was right but was so blind to his own flaws—narcissism, greed, power lust—and so determined to hide his shame even from himself that he couldn’t correct them. Mrs. Edwards pursued noble ideals but never saw how she was changed by the privilege that comes with wealth, power, and fame. She got a vision of her husband in the White House and herself at his side, and she pursued it with an ambition that became blind and destructive. Her cancer diagnosis may have clouded her judgment for a time, but it does not excuse her from her duty to seek the truth, nor does it allow her to attempt to destroy others. (Nor do I believe she would expect her illness to exempt her from any of the realities of life, including what I have to say.) I do understand, however, that she resented me more because her husband had spoon-fed her evil half-truths about me.

Sadly, John and Elizabeth Edwards could have put themselves in a position to continue their good works, if they had told the truth when they had the chance. This is what Bill Clinton eventually did, and it has allowed him
to return to a productive public life as a sinner who is also good. Instead, the Edwardses held to a lie they knew was a lie and refused to do the right thing. Faced with this reality, I had no choice but to write this book in order to move forward in some way. I hope our wounds will begin to heal as the truth comes to light.

If I achieve what I hope to achieve with this book, I will begin to build a new, positive future. I will create a record that will make some sense out of my life’s choices and a terrible political scandal, for my wife, family, friends, and you, the reader. Finally, I hope to give myself permission to be imperfect but nonetheless unbowed. Like my father, I want to begin again.