April 25, 2024

Katharine Weymouth Takes Charge at the Washington Post

Around the dining room table in Ms. Weymouth’s airy Craftsman home sat a collection of Kay Graham’s intimates and descendants: Vernon Jordan, the Clinton consigliere; C. Boyden Gray, counsel to the first President Bush; her oldest son Donald, now chief executive of the company that owns The Post; and Lally Weymouth, Mrs. Graham’s daughter and Ms. Weymouth’s mother, a globe-trotting journalist and Manhattan socialite known for both her interviews with Middle East dictators and glitzy Fourth of July Hamptons parties.

At the head of the table sat Ms. Weymouth, a Harvard- and Stanford-educated lawyer, single mother of three and, at 47, a fourth-generation publisher of The Post. As her guests chatted, she gently intervened, steering the conversation, salon-style, toward the economy and presidential politics. When it was over, Mrs. Weymouth, not an easy one to please, showered her daughter with praise.

“It was a big moment,” said Molly Elkin, Ms. Weymouth’s best friend and one of the dinner party guests. “It was sort of like: ‘I’ve passed the baton, kid. You’ve learned well, you did a good job.’ ”

It was the kind of scene, rife with unspoken family drama, that captivates longtime Washingtonians, who have scrutinized and mythologized the Grahams for decades, much as the British do their royalty. Now, in an exceedingly difficult climate for newspapers, Ms. Weymouth is charged with saving the crown jewels. In a city and a clan filled with expectations for her, that is no easy task.

She is carving her path in a capital, and an industry, vastly changed from the one her grandmother inhabited when big-city newspapers were flush with advertising; The Post helped bring down a president; and for nearly four decades, Mrs. Graham ruled social Washington, feting presidents and prime ministers in her elegant Georgetown manse, dining at the White House with kings and queens.

“There is never going to be another Kay, never in Washington, because the times are different,” said Sally Quinn, the columnist and the wife of Ben Bradlee, the editor whose partnership with Mrs. Graham was chronicled in “All The President’s Men.” “People just don’t entertain that way,” Ms. Quinn said. “People have kids, they work late. That is not what Katharine wants to do.”

Ms. Weymouth is many things: a working mother and enthusiastic cook; a fearless skier (“She has not met a slope she won’t take,” says Liz Spayd, a former managing editor of The Post); a fitness buff (“She can crunch till the cows come home,” said Pari Bradlee, a yoga instructor and daughter-in-law to Ben) and, for a while, one of the most sought-after dates in town. (After seeing a local architect, Ms. Weymouth has recently reunited with an old flame, Marty Moe, a former AOL executive.)

She does not take her famous name too seriously, and she likes to have fun. For years, she and Ms. Elkin, a labor lawyer, held a backyard Summer White Party, a spoof on the lavish Black and White Ball hosted in 1966 by Truman Capote to honor Mrs. Graham. Once, at a club in Aspen, Colo., Ms. Weymouth spied Yankees shortstop Alex Rodriguez watching her dance.

“We are the only people in this club who don’t want anything from you,” she announced. “Come dance with us.” He said he would rather watch.

To her 2012 “grown-up” dinner, she wore a $35 scoop-neck sleeveless sundress from J. C. Penney, a playful nod to an important Post advertiser whose chief executive at the time, Ron Johnson, was a guest. (She bought J. C. Penney dresses for Ms. Elkin, who wore hers, and Mrs. Weymouth, who wouldn’t be caught dead in one.)

Ms. Weymouth’s penchant for showing off her athletic figure — she arrived for a photo shoot in a crisp white sleeveless sheath and four-inch lime green Jimmy Choos — provokes titters in the newsroom. Then again, she works hard for it; Ms. Elkin said the two spend Sunday mornings doing free weights and “boy push-ups” with a personal trainer.

“We smack-talk each other the entire time,” Ms. Elkin said, “just like we did when we were 20 years old.”

Article source: http://www.nytimes.com/2013/08/04/fashion/katharine-weymouth-takes-charge-at-the-washington-post.html?partner=rss&emc=rss

The Boss: Kevin Robert Frost of amfAR, on Joining the AIDS Fight

When my dad returned, we moved to San Antonio. I consider that my childhood home because I was there from fourth grade through high school.

My mother said I had musical talent from an early age. I recall how my parents used to stand me on the center of the dining room table at dinner parties to sing for their guests. In high school, I performed in musical productions and as a tenor soloist for America’s Youth in Concert when the group sang at Carnegie Hall. I also auditioned for Juilliard, which offered me a scholarship. But I decided to remain in Texas for college and graduated from the University of Texas at Austin with a degree in music.

After working as the musical director of a Dallas theater company, I moved to New York in 1990 to pursue a career as an opera singer. While in Texas, I had seen “The Normal Heart,” a play by Larry Kramer about an AIDS activist, so I was already aware of the AIDS crisis. But New York felt like a war zone to me as a gay man. The city seemed to be plastered with posters about H.I.V., particularly in Greenwich Village, and the activist organization Act Up/NY was working to draw attention to AIDS.

While auditioning for roles in opera and musical theater, I got a job working in the classical music section at Tower Records. Larry Kramer came in late one night, and while helping him I told him how moved I had been by his play. He looked at me and said: “Really? So what are you doing about it? If you really want to do something, come and join us at Act Up.”

He was right — I had to get involved. I joined the committee that studied the science behind AIDS and reported back to the group. I was also an assistant for an ophthalmologist who started a research program at what is now the N.Y.U. Langone Medical Center to study cytomegalovirus retinitis, an eye infection that people with AIDS sometimes get. I worked part time on that project and on others dealing with various infections associated with AIDS.

As an activist, I often talked to Dr. Ellen Cooper at the Food and Drug Administration, who had overseen the approval of AZT, the first AIDS drug. After leaving the F.D.A., Dr. Cooper went to work for amfAR, and in 1994 she hired me as her assistant. I rose through the ranks and became C.E.O. in 2007.

Today, we’re at the most interesting and opportune time in the history of the epidemic, but it’s the most perilous as well. Research has given us some spectacular advances. We now have extraordinary tools at our disposal, including a microbicide that reduces a woman’s risk of acquiring H.I.V. and a pill that helps prevent its acquisition in gay men.

When you combine these advances with what we know about the effectiveness of condoms, of male circumcision and of providing clean syringes to addicts for preventing transmission of the disease, we can radically change the face of the epidemic. But it takes money to distribute these tools. At amfAR, we’re directing 60 percent of our research grants to finding a cure.

A friend once said that if one person has AIDS it’s a tragedy, but when more than 33 million people are infected globally it’s just a statistic. For me the epidemic is personal; it’s not abstract. I’ve lost too many friends to AIDS. But I remain optimistic.

I haven’t given up on music. When this epidemic ends — and I believe we can end it in my lifetime — I’ll be able to pursue it again.

As told to Patricia R. Olsen.

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