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The Gortons and Slades - Washington Secretary of State

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11 | Unhappy Days<br />

EXuding confidence, Gorton announced his c<strong>and</strong>idacy for re-election<br />

at the Olympic Hotel, a downtown Seattle l<strong>and</strong>mark, in the<br />

summer <strong>of</strong> 1972. <strong>The</strong> number <strong>of</strong> citizen complaints being resolved<br />

by the Consumer Protection Division had tripled on his watch. His team<br />

had taken down shady car dealers <strong>and</strong> exposed pyramid schemes, Gorton<br />

boasted, punctuating each achievement with an index finger <strong>and</strong> a flipchart.<br />

Now they were working to reduce motor-vehicle air pollution <strong>and</strong><br />

preserve public access to the ocean beaches. Federal grants to local police<br />

were being expedited. If re-elected, he promised “robust” additional initiatives<br />

to protect the public, including more scrutiny <strong>of</strong> mail-order merch<strong>and</strong>ising,<br />

which was gaining in popularity. 1<br />

It was the calm before a swarm <strong>of</strong> political tornadoes. Gorton <strong>and</strong> Evans<br />

were about to be immersed in a campaign season that at this writing<br />

is rivaled for bitterness only by the 2004 Gregoire-Rossi race for governor.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y emerged with decisive victories that were clouded by sc<strong>and</strong>al. Nearly<br />

40 years later, Gorton related his side <strong>of</strong> the story with uncharacteristic<br />

sadness. When he was done, he leaned back in his chair <strong>and</strong> stared at the<br />

ceiling. Finally, his voice sinking an octave, he said, “I think that was the<br />

most unhappy period in my life.”<br />

Fred Dore was already <strong>of</strong>f <strong>and</strong> running for attorney general in his<br />

slam-bang style, h<strong>and</strong>ing reporters a sheaf <strong>of</strong> Xeroxed press clippings <strong>and</strong><br />

thank-you letters praising him as a fearless populist. In 1970, for reasons<br />

never discerned, someone lobbed a stick <strong>of</strong> dynamite onto the ro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong><br />

Dore’s home on the periphery <strong>of</strong> a predominantly black Seattle neighborhood.<br />

His wife Mary <strong>and</strong> four <strong>of</strong> their five children were at home but no<br />

one was injured. Dore’s detractors, even some friends, used to josh that<br />

he probably put someone up to it. Fred just laughed. He was as feisty as<br />

they come. When he was 4, he came down with polio. Two years later he<br />

lost his father. His mother told him he could still become president <strong>of</strong> the<br />

United <strong>State</strong>s if he worked hard enough.<br />

In temperament <strong>and</strong> style, Gorton <strong>and</strong> Dore were as different as any<br />

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