Chrystia Freeland

The lessons of Richard Holbrooke

Chrystia Freeland
Dec 17, 2010 14:24 UTC

No man is a hero to his valet. That caution seems more true today than ever. Indeed, in the age of WikiLeaks, the stubborn indelibility of e-mail, and a democratized, 24/7 cybermedia that are avid to feed what turns out to be our insatiable appetite for details of the private behavior of public figures, you could take that proverb further and say all of us now know what the valet did, and that’s why there aren’t any heroes any more.

And yet Richard Holbrooke, who died so tragically and so abruptly this week, was a great man even in this WikiLeaks age. As I have been reading the public and private tributes to him, and talking about him with his many, many other friends, I have realized that he turned the old aphorism on its head: Described by the U.S. President as “a giant” and remembered in a front-page obituary in The New York Times Mr. Holbrooke was even more beloved and admired by those closer to him. If he had had a valet, I suspect he would have mourned and respected Mr. Holbrooke the most of all.

If I hadn’t known him, I’m sure that assertion would have surprised me because, as you can divine even from the glowing public tributes, he was no pussycat and he wasn’t Mother Teresa either. He was a bully, and not only when negotiating with Bosnian and Afghan warlords, but also in his dealings with less exotic (though in the view of some people, equally noxious) creatures such as journalists. In a beautiful appreciation of him this week, veteran diplomatic writer Carla Anne Robbins captured this quality with her recollection of Mr. Holbrooke as “one of the most unapologetic spinners” she had ever known. He had a powerful sense of his own importance and a theatrical view of the world—with himself, of course, usually cast in a central role.

In today’s pasteurized and homogenized professional world, we are suspicious of the larger-than-life character he so easily inhabited. If he had been sent to a “leadership coach” or to a PR adviser, I am sure he would have been urged to tone it down, to be less intense, less aggressive, less vivid. That is not just a suspicion. Barack Obama was unstinting in his posthumous praise, but before Mr. Holbrooke’s aorta tore, his lion-sized approach to life was creating strains with the “no drama Obama” White House: He didn’t get a seat on Air Force One on the President’s last two trips to Afghanistan, and struggled to make his voice heard in Mr. Obama’s inner circle.

But Mr. Holbrooke’s unapologetic pugnacity was central to his effectiveness in the world. In this age of milquetoast leadership in business, as in public life, he offers a powerful counter-example. As a tribute to a man I am honored to have called my friend, I’d like to suggest three lessons in leadership from one of the most accomplished statesmen, and finest men, of our time:

Richard Holbrooke: don’t repeat the mistake

Chrystia Freeland
Aug 11, 2010 16:31 UTC

Richard Holbrooke, U.S. Special Envoy to Afghanistan and Pakistan, and Fred Kempe, president & CEO of Atlantic Council, emphasize that securing Afghanistan is impossible without the help of Pakistan.