The e-mail landed at 10 minutes to midnight on a Friday in early April-a extra menacing e mail than Alan Garber had imagined. The Harvard president had been warned that one thing was coming. His college had drawn the undesirable and sustained consideration of the White Home, and he’d spent weeks scrambling to stave off no matter blow was coming, calling his establishment’s influential alumni and extremely paid fixers to rearrange a gathering with someone-anyone-in the administration.
Saturday, November 22
