Key editor of Post’s Watergate coverage
HARRY ROSENFELD | Aug. 12, 1929 - July 16, 2021
Harry Rosenfeld, who barely escaped the Holocaust as a child in Nazi Germany and who became a key Washington Post editor during its Pulitzer Prize-winning coverage of the Watergate break-in and resulting scandal, died Friday at his home in Slingerlands, N.Y. He was 91.
The cause was complications from COVID-19, said his daughter Amy Rosenfeld Kaufman.
A burly, brusque and demanding editor, Mr. Rosenfeld became fascinated by world affairs and journalism as a schoolboy in New York. He saw in journalism a way to keep oppressive forces at bay, “holding to account the accountable, the more powerful the better,” he wrote in his 2013 memoir, “From Kristallnacht to Watergate.”
Mr. Rosenfeld worked in the newspaper industry for 50 years, beginning at the now- defunct New York Herald Tribune, then at The Post and finally as the top editor of two newspapers in Albany, N.Y.
His most enduring legacy stemmed from his years as The Post’s assistant managing editor for metropolitan news. In that role, he was the direct supervisor of two young reporters, Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein, as they doggedly reported on the unfolding Watergate saga that led to President Richard Nixon’s resignation in August 1974.
Mr. Rosenfeld was a colorful and energetic figure at The Post. “He was like a football coach,” Mr. Woodward and Mr. Bernstein wrote in their 1974 book about Watergate, “All the President’s Men.” “He prods his players, pleading, yelling, cajoling.”
Reflecting on his own demeanor, Mr. Rosenfeld acknowledged in his memoir he could be “a pain in the ass” to work with. He clashed with executive editor Benjamin Bradlee over Bradlee’s “compulsion to see the world in personal terms,” Mr. Rosenfeld wrote, and over what he saw as Bradlee’s privileged upbringing and aura of elitism.
“When he was a young kid, he learned to play” tennis, Mr. Rosenfeld noted in his book. “When I was a young kid, I dodged Nazis.”
Mr. Rosenfeld’s relationship with Post publisher Katharine Graham was far sunnier. In her autobiography, Graham described Mr. Rosenfeld as a “real hero of Watergate for us.” She would routinely sign her memos to him “Love, Kay.”
In the early days of the scandal, Mr. Rosenfeld passionately defended Mr. Woodward and Mr. Bernstein when Bradlee wanted to replace them on the Watergate story with more seasoned staff writers.
“They’re hungry,” he is said to have told Bradlee. “You remember when you were hungry?”
The line, snarled by Jack Warden as Mr. Rosenfeld, became one of the most memorable in the acclaimed 1976 film version of “All the President’s Men,” which featured Jason Robards as Bradlee, Robert Redford as Mr. Woodward and Dustin Hoffman as Mr. Bernstein.
In 1973, The Post won a Pulitzer for public service for its Watergate coverage. Mr. Rosenfeld was rewarded with a promotion to assistant managing editor in charge of The Post’s star-studded national staff. He lasted only a few months in that job.
He rubbed many national reporters the wrong way with his abrasive personality. He was soon put in charge of the Outlook section and Book World, which he regarded as a clear demotion.
Sensing a limited future at The Post, Mr. Rosenfeld decamped in 1978 to become editor of the Albany (N.Y.) Times Union and the afternoon Knickerbocker News, both properties in the Hearst media empire. The Knickerbocker News went out of business in 1988. He retired in 1996 but remained an editor- atlarge, contributing regular editorial page columns until his death.
Hirsch Moritz Rosenfeld was born in Berlin on Aug. 12, 1929. His father was a furrier. In 1934, the family filed an application to immigrate to the United States, but the request was delayed by the American immigration quota system then in place.
On Nov. 9, 1938, Nazi storm troopers and their sympathizers smashed the front windows of dozens of Jewish-owned businesses in Berlin. The store Mr. Rosenfeld’s father owned was somehow spared in the assaults that became known as Kristallnacht, or the night of broken glass. A few days later, Harry Rosenfeld watched as his family’s synagogue was burned to the ground.
By sheer luck, the family was approved for immigration in March 1939. They arrived in New York on May 16 aboard the Cunard ocean liner Aquitania. World War II began that September. Mr. Rosenfeld kept his U.S. immigration card — No. 6064 — in a prominent place in his home for the rest of his life.
The family settled in the Bronx. Mr. Rosenfeld graduated from Syracuse University in 1952 with a bachelor’s degree in American literature.
He later did graduate work in history at Columbia University and in poetry at New York University. He served in the Army from 1952 to 1954.
In 1953, he married Anne Hahn. Besides his wife, survivors include three daughters, Susan Rosenfeld Wachter, of Acton, Mass., Amy Rosenfeld Kaufman, of Highland Park, Ill.; and Stefanie Rosenfeld, of New York City; and seven grandchildren.
Just before entering Syracuse, Mr. Rosenfeld got a summer job with the Herald Tribune’s syndicate, which distributed the newspaper’s articles to client papers, and his reputation for indefatigable work habits helped him advance to the newsroom. He eventually became managing editor for the news service and then foreign editor before the Herald Tribune and its partner newspapers folded in 1966.
Mr. Rosenfeld joined The Post as an editor on the foreign desk and became well known as a very vocal pitchman for certain stories being promoted as frontpage candidates. “Doesn’t anyone care about a really good story?” he would rasp at the daily news conferences over which Bradlee presided.
Mr. Rosenfeld had little experience with local news — and none with Washingtonarea news — when Bradlee promoted him to head the Metro staff, The Post’s largest, in 1970. But, characteristically, he plunged in with afterburners firing.
He demanded his local staff produce three frontpage stories every day. On many days, they complied.
Meanwhile, Mr. Rosenfeld mounted a framed front page from the Des Moines Register on his office wall. “HAIRCUTS IN DM GO TO 25 CENTS!,” the all-capitals, across- the- top headline screamed. It was a joke but also a reminder that, under Mr. Rosenfeld, no Metro article was too parochial to deserve prominent display.
Mr. Rosenfeld inherited a Metro staff where reporters openly pined to be promoted to the more prestigious national staff. Yet he brought a New York sensibility to his new job. Any local story that would get tabloid treatment in New York should get similar attention in Washington, he believed.
Very soon, he proved his point via a 14-year-old runaway from Arlington, Va., named Debra “Muffin” Mattingly.
Debra’s boyfriend was later convicted of bashing her father to death with a crowbar, while his daughter watched.
Mr. Rosenfeld assigned six reporters to the story — five more than his predecessors almost assuredly would have. The Muffin melodrama was mined for every angle and every nuance. Mr. Rosenfeld insisted it receive prominent display for more than 18 months.