Here’s the story — The President’s nephew and advisor go rogue, teaming with a hawkish U.S. Senator scheming to force Japan to lower its trade surplus with the U.S. The senator and nephew see Japan’s trade surplus as threatening the U.S. economy. They manipulate facts and use history to force the President to renegotiate an existing U.S.-Japan trade deal. It’s the 1980s, when Japan was the “bad” trade partner before China’s rise.
Once a student in Tokyo, Morgan Atwood returns to Japan to help foreign students adapt to a new country, language, and culture. A chance meeting in Tokyo with a former professor leads to Morgan’s introduction to the President’s nephew, Rob Harwell. Morgan’s actions help Harwell avoid public embarrassment, allowing Morgan to skim private papers hinting at the scheme.
Morgan makes inquiries, raising alarms. The Washington group enlists help to find out the source of the “leak” but needs to remain anonymous. Morgan’s new friend and colleague, Fumiko Nakajima, provides a sympathetic ear and helps Morgan fill in the unknown. When Fumiko uses her connections, the Washington group’s concerns rise as they perceive Morgan’s circle of friends threatening their plans.
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About the Author: Timothy Trainer was born in Tokyo to a Japanese mother and a U.S. soldier stationed in Japan in the 1950s. He sailed to the U.S. in time to start school. In 1978, after a stint in the military and earning his bachelor’s degree, he returned to Japan to re-familiarize himself with the culture and language. Mr. Trainer studied Japanese at Keio University’s International Center and then earned a Master of Arts degree in Asian Studies. Eventually, he attended law school.
Mr. Trainer has lived in the Washington, D.C., area since 1987 and has worked for multiple federal agencies and in the private sector. His work on international trade issues has taken him around the world to practically every region. He has traveled back to Japan multiple times for both work and leisure. Pendulum Over the Pacific took years to write during the late 1980s and into the 1990s. It reflects the tensions between the U.S. and Japan in the 1980s.
Mr. Trainer writes professionally and co-authors a legal treatise that is updated annually. He has also written numerous articles and other books in the legal field. In 2017, he ventured into a different non-fiction area when he authored “The Fortunate Son: Top, Through the Eyes of Others,” which was about the men who served with his father in Vietnam in 1968-69.
Learn more at TimothyTrainer.com.
Chapter 1:
WASHINGTON, D.C.—FRIDAY, WEEK 1
Senator Baxter Hammond stared straight ahead from the back seat of his air-conditioned car. Despite the air-conditioning, Senator Hammond’s collar was wet with perspiration as his fleshy double-chin and neck covered half of the collar. His arms were folded and rested on his plump midsection. The waves of heat rising from the pavement and concrete blurred the images of cars and people a block ahead. It was a typical late August day in the nation’s capital.
The car slowed at a traffic light along Pennsylvania Avenue. A herd of Asian tourists crossed the street.
“Probably Japanese,” he grumbled.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing.”
Lloyd Vandermeer slouched in the corner of the back seat next to the Senator, wearing his reading glasses, lost in a pile of papers he skimmed on the way to the White House. Although Lloyd was as tall as the Senator, both over six feet, he was athletically trim. Lloyd looked to be less than half as old as the Senator’s sixty-four years, but was actually in his early forties. Unlike the Senator’s pitted face and white hair, Lloyd’s smooth skin and wavy, brown hair was a picture of youth and energy. He was a stark contrast to the Senator.
The Senator appreciated Lloyd’s hard work and had promoted him to chief legislative aide a year ago. It proved timely. Lloyd helped guide the Senator through a bitter reelection fight that had ended in an overwhelming victory the previous November.
“How did President Edwards know that I was in town?”
“Probably from the speech you gave last night. When the White House called, I was on the spot,” Lloyd answered.
“Did they say what this is about?”
“Just that Edwards is concerned about the aircraft deal.”
“Damn! Edwards must’ve gotten wind of my opposition to that deal with the Japanese.” Neither spoke the rest of the way.
* * *
“Members of my Committee don’t like this joint aircraft development program with Japan. Reworking the deal so that they purchase aircraft outright would demonstrate that the Japanese are committed to decreasing their trade surplus with us. More importantly, we’d retain our aerospace technology advantages,” Senator Hammond stated as his eyes bore across the President’s desk in the Oval office. He saw the President’s hazel eyes glaring back at him.
Sweat beaded President Jonathan Edwards’s forehead. His square jaw was clenched, considering his response to the Senator. The President’s white, crew cut hair contrasted with his tanned, sun-dried skin. “Senator, the deal’s in writing as a joint development project. I can’t go back and say there’s no deal just because it was signed by the previous Administration. We’ve got problems enough with the Japanese.”
“You’ve got problems with the way the deal was announced last August. Almost all of us from the Hill were out of town on a break, and the news was lost in the media’s fascination with the Olympics,” Hammond criticized.
The Senator pushed himself out of the chair and buttoned his jacket over his rotund waistline. He pulled a cigar out of his inside jacket pocket and put it in his mouth unlit. “The Japanese need to learn that there are limits, Mr. President. I have constituents to satisfy, and they want toughness with the Japanese.”
The Senator’s gravelly voice irritated the President. Because of Hammond’s enormous power, Edwards placated him at times. Jonathan stood, tall and trim, unlike the Senator. “Baxter, you do what you have to do. I have to live up to the deal as signed, just as if my signature was on the dotted line. Without some extraordinary circumstances, the deal will go through unchanged.”
Baxter Hammond nodded and left.
The President walked into an adjoining room as he drummed the end of a pen into the palm of his hand. “Damn it, Dan, you heard Hammond, we’ve got to do more. Look at this.” Jonathan picked up a magazine from a table and read from the cover, “Japan Chips Away at Computer Industry.” He dropped it onto the table. “We’ve got to do something!”
Dan Haynesworth adjusted his rimless glasses and said nothing. His long years as a friend and advisor had taught him that it was better to let Jonathan vent his frustration than to interrupt. His sunken cheeks and lean body made him appear deceptively frail.
A conference table covered with papers lined a wall. Each sheet told the same tale: month-by-month statistics of trade imbalances with Japan in different commodities. Almost all the numbers favored Japan.
“The devaluation of the dollar hasn’t helped. We have a lot of Americans working for the Japanese here, but we’re selling cheap goods to them while they sell us big-ticket items like cars and computers,” complained Jonathan.
“Jonathan, our overall trade picture with Japan is improving.”
“I know that. I can read! I’m just damned tired of seeing us slip year after year as if we’re a second-rate country unable to produce anything the Japanese would buy.”
Dan checked the time. “Jonathan, I have a lunch appointment. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Dan, we have to solve this thing soon.”
Dan Haynesworth nodded agreement then left the President and walked out to a waiting limousine and undid his bow tie. He worked constantly to dampen the resentment against the Japanese. Dan wanted a long-term solution that would last beyond their tenure. He believed that it was his duty to keep his friend, the President, from favoring any extreme position when dealing with Japan.
Jonathan Edwards stood and stared out the window toward Lafayette Park. Fortunately, Dan had stayed in the adjoining room during the meeting with Hammond. Dan and Baxter were like oil and water. Now, Jonathan wondered what he was really up against. The aircraft deal was an issue that could propel the Senator who was already a formidable political opponent to center stage.
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Back in his office, Senator Hammond flung papers at a window. His face reddened when he bent down and picked them up.
“The damned trade statistics show no signs of change. Edwards has no intention of pressing the Japanese on this deal. I wasn’t around when we lost the television industry. And our own auto industry helped the Japanese steal that market. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to stand by and let us hand over the aerospace industry through this joint deal,” the Senator fumed.
“What do you have in mind?” Lloyd asked.
The Senator grinned. “I think we can use Rob Harwell to move things along,” the senator said.
“The President’s nephew?” Lloyd questioned, surprised at hearing the name.
“Yes. Rob’s out to make a name for himself. He’s a Presidential advisor who doesn’t always agree with the President. More importantly, I think we can manipulate him to our advantage,” bragged the Senator.
Lloyd walked over and joined the Senator at the window. On the street below, a woman led a group of Asian tourists, brandishing a bright yellow parasol.
“Look at them. They’ve become too wealthy. It’s time to bring the dollars back where they belong, Lloyd. And I think that with Rob Harwell’s help, we can do it.”
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