Jeane Kirkpatrick: Our Macho UN Ambassador

The Foreign Press Center of the U.S. Information Agency in New York is packed late one afternoon with foreign journalists eager to get a close look at Jeane J. Kirkpatrick, the U.S. Ambassador to the UN. The view of St. Patrick’s Cathedral from the windows contrasts sharply with the Press Center’s post-Bauhaus interior—Danish modern furniture upholstered in primary colors, bright graphics hung on white walls, a few plants clustered in the corners.

Mrs. Kirkpatrick is rushed in—her schedule is a grueling one—and seated facing the dense rows of foreign newsmen in dark suits. She has drawn the Press Center’s biggest crowd this year, rivaled only by Mayor Koch’s visit. A little out of breath, she dispenses with introductory remarks and invites questions from her audience. She is neatly but informally dressed in a light green shirt and dark green skirt and sweater.

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The Foreign Press Center of the U.S. Information Agency in New York is packed late one afternoon with foreign journalists eager to get a close look at Jeane J. Kirkpatrick, the U.S. Ambassador to the UN. The view of St. Patrick’s Cathedral from the windows contrasts sharply with the Press Center’s post-Bauhaus interior—Danish modern furniture upholstered in primary colors, bright graphics hung on white walls, a few plants clustered in the corners.

Mrs. Kirkpatrick is rushed in—her schedule is a grueling one—and seated facing the dense rows of foreign newsmen in dark suits. She has drawn the Press Center’s biggest crowd this year, rivaled only by Mayor Koch’s visit. A little out of breath, she dispenses with introductory remarks and invites questions from her audience. She is neatly but informally dressed in a light green shirt and dark green skirt and sweater.