-Ed Columnist
New Year’s Resolutions
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/03/opinion/03dowd.html?hpBy MAUREEN DOWD
Published: January 2, 2010
Janet Napolitano and I hadn’t planned to spend New Year’s Eve together.
But there we were on this soggy Thursday, sitting in her office on the outskirts of the city, beside a big, black leather saddle that was a gift from the governor of Sonora, Mexico, when Napolitano was governor of Arizona.
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She said criticism that her department had been on auto-pilot before the sky scare was “misguided.”
Asked if her job is particularly thankless, given that only mistakes are recognized, she smilingly made a “don’t feel sorry for me” gesture, rubbing imaginary tears away from her eyes.
I noted that Dick Cheney had gone squirrelly seeing the avalanche of daily threats coming in, and asked how she kept paranoia at bay.
“There’s a lot of it out there,” she said. “I try to keep focused, really trying to ascertain who needs to be our targets.”
Why is it so hard for those charged with keeping us safe to be as imaginative and innovative as filmmakers like James Cameron?
“We do have some great technology, but this is not a movie,” she said. “The reality is much more complex and nuanced, and you can’t take human judgment out of it.”
She said that “one of the things that may come out of this awful day is perhaps a renewed sense of urgency,” and that it has spurred her department to “accelerate” talks it was already having about collaborating with the Department of Energy — “which has a phenomenal research budget and capacity.”She laughed when I wondered if she wished she’d lobbied harder for that Supreme Court spot.
Does anything keep her up at night? Her voice got lower and more serious. “This one has,” she said, “because I want to know how this individual got on this plane with this material. I want to know so we can figure out what we should be doing to defeat that.”
As I left, I asked the secretary if she’d had to cancel her New Year’s Eve plans.
“Oh, yeah,” she said.
“I guess you’re not going to tell me what they were,” I wondered.
“No,” she replied, her brown eyes twinkling. Just another classified matter at the Department of Homeland Security.