Journalist and Author

James Rosen

8 articles 1999–2009

James Rosen is a journalist and author who served as a Washington correspondent for Fox News. He wrote for The Weekly Standard on a range of topics including politics, history, and diplomacy, contributing pieces that drew on archival research such as the LBJ tapes and FBI informant stories. His work at the magazine spanned a decade from 1999 to 2009.

All You Need Is Diplomacy

March 13, 2009 · James Rosen, Blog

With the demented face of Heath Ledger's splendidly wicked Joker flickering on the drop-down screens behind her, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton stood serenely in the aisle of the press cabin aboard her plane, beverage in hand, and spoke off the record for almost 30 minutes. She had just logged…

Future-Present Perfect

December 12, 2005 · James Rosen, Blog

A FUNNY THING happened to Condoleezza Rice on her way to Europe last week. Even before the secretary of State began her five-day swing through Germany, Romania, Ukraine, and Belgium, American news media started framing her trip not as an important series of bi-lateral meetings on pressing…

What's Hidden in the LBJ Tapes

September 29, 2003 · James Rosen, Magazine

ON JUNE 19, 1972, two days after the Watergate break-in, an employee of the Safemasters Company, armed with a high-powered drill and accompanied by a Secret Service agent, rushed to Room 522 in the Executive Office Building. There, they bored open the safe of an obscure Nixon White House consultant…

When Bush Came to Shove

November 25, 2002 · James Rosen, Magazine

TRAILING THE PRESIDENT across America, the White House press corps logged tens of thousands of miles this election cycle, condemned to watch Bush deliver the same stump speech several times a day. Jaded and bored, we pounced on the gaffes and yawned at the platitudes. In light of the midterm…

ALI AND ME

May 24, 1999 · James Rosen, Magazine

IT'S NINE O'CLOCK WEDNESDAY NIGHT. I'm leaving work, a couple hundred yards from Union Station. A solitary figure is walking ten yards ahead of me, a tall black man in an Italian suit . . . big frame, familiar walk . . . and trembling hands. The hands give him away.