For those entranced by security theater, New York City is a sight to behold this week. A visit to one of the two centers of the action -- the Waldorf Astoria, where the presidents of China, Russia, the Prime Ministers of Israel and the Palestinian Authority, and the President of the United States -- are all staying. (Who gets the presidential suite? Our POTUS.) Getting to the Waldrof is a little intimidating, which is the point. Wade through the concrete barriers, the double-parked police cars, the NYPD mobile command post, a signals post, acreages of metal fencing, snipers, counter surveillance teams, FBI surveillance teams in street clothes, dodge traffic and a dignitary motorcade or two, and you're right at the front door of the hotel. A Secret Service agent from the Midwest gestured dismissively when a reporter showed him a press credential. "You don't need it. Just go in that door over there."
At the door over there, another agent sent the reporter back to the
first agent. The two agents -- each from different field offices, no
doubt -- argued a bit over which of the Waldorf front doors they were
going to let the general public in. Maybe the agents had just been
"pushed" -- or there was a shift change. In any event, the agents
didn't seem to mind when the reporter walked right past them. A
standard magnetometer and x-ray screening later, and I was in the
packed front lobby. African heads of state were just about to have a
group lunch, and about three dozen members of the continental press
corps awaited some arrivals. Some of the heads of state walked in
through the front, tailed by a few of their own bodyguards and tired
looking USSS agents.
At the bar, in the middle of the Waldorf, a
senior presidential adviser sat in deep discussion with what appeared
to be a counterpart from another country. A few dignitaries were there,
eating lunch. A bunch of people -- guards, staff, handlers -- loitered
out front. The bodyguards are conspicuous not by their lapel pins --
everyone has lapel pins -- it's a carnival of lapel pins -- but by the
way they hold their hands in front of them. Their sidearms tend to
bunch up their suit jackets, producing this weird postural adjustment.
The
Waldorf is like an armed, open camp. The American presidential
entourage takes up at least four floors, heavily guarded by U.S.
Marines. The dignitary suites have been fortified with bulletproof and
shatterproof glass, lest anyone decide to take a pot shot at a random
Waldorf window. On side streets, various sensor-type vehicles sniff the
air for chemicals and radiation. Speaking of radiation: it's hard to a
cell signal inside the Waldorf because of all the radio frequency
traffic.
There are at least three classes of dignitaries. The
major heads of state have huge entourages and robust guard details,
supplemented by a full complement of USSS agents. The NYPD provides
these details with full counterassault teams from its Emergency
Services Unit, numerous lead and tail cars, and even intersection
control. The minor heads of state get smaller details and usually just
a lead and tail car from the NYPD. Those dignitaries who aren't heads
of state but who do merit protection are protected by the State
Department's Diplomatic Security Service.
In the old days, the
Secret Service used to call the Waldorf "Roadhouse." (In 2004, at the
Republican National Convention, they still used this code word.) All of
their communications are encrypted, now, so the code names remain
undecipherable. Motorcade watchers can still get a pretty good sense of
what's going on. The New York Police Department is using a clear
frequency, "Detectives 2," for those detectives who are escorting the
major dignitaries -- the high value target dignitaries, through New
York City. Because the frequency is not encrypted, the NYPD uses code
words for people and destinations. If your country gets a code word,
you're probably pretty important.
The words chosen are general
-- the NYPD wouldn't want to accidentally offend sensibilities.
"Alpine, Phoenix, Coyote, Eagle, Viking, Galaxy, Mustang" for heads of
state, "Venus, Saturn, Liberty, Enterprise" for locations. President
Obama gets the biggest tranche of NYPD officers -- a roving cavalcade
of about 50 police vehicles, six dump trucks full of sand and 200+
officers moves ahead of him and just wraps itself around where he's
going to be -- and this is before you look at the motorcade. When Obama
travels, not only are roads
shut down but "pedestrian freezes" are put into effect. An NYPD
helicopter and at least four phalanxes of police motorcycles clear
traffic.
Over at the Sheraton Manhattan, where President
Clinton's Global Initiative is taking place, the atmosphere is a little
more calm. Guests have to get their bags x-rayed before they can enter
the hotel, but there are no lines. Jesse Jackson and an aide had a
leisurely lunch in an almost-empty restaurant as small motorcades
arrived and departed.
There was actually a sign that said: "Heads of state: register here."
When a head of state codenamed "Mustang" departed for location "Venus," here is what it sounded like.
"Sweeps, route is out."
"Mustang lead to venus, route is out."
"Mustang lead to pilot, let me know when the route is good."
"Lead to command. Command, we're moving."
"Pilot to Venus, departure, en route to your location."
"Be advised, the route's not totally secure. Slow ride. Slow ride."
"Mustang pilot, be advised, route is clear."
(Later,
there was a motorcade jam as presidents tried to leave the United
Nations at the same time. The UN is codenamed "Saturn." The Waldorf
Astoria is codenamed "Venus.")
"Charlie, I got China trying to leave. And France trying to leave. And I got a problem with the French press..."
"I know, but it's a closed route for Mustang."
"Mustang lead to Venus lead, we're en route to you. Ready."
"Mustang lead to Mustang pilot: what does the FDR look like?"
"Mustang leader, Saturn base."
"Go ahead, Saturn base."
"Sarge, we're holding here. Let 'em go."
"They're coming in right behind you, same location as you are."
"I got numerous heads of state waiting. Can someone make a call?"
"Saturn perimeter, you can lift the freeze. Numerous [heads of state protection] details still on the grounds."
"Mustang lead, don't unfreeze at Venus. Mustang is still not secure."







Marc,
Lived in NYC for a couple years until a year ago. Thanks for this -- I'm really kind of bumming to be missing the on-the-street speactacle that Midtown must be this week. Your dispatch puts me right back there.
I live on 48th and 2nd. The speeches and processions after the close is even more interesting. I was charged first by shouting pro-Gaddafi Libyans and then by hordes of Hassidic Jewish people dressed in the finest traditional wear. Then the cops wouldn't let me onto my street. Fortunately, my drivers license has my current address so I got through and he told me I will need it to get in or out all week. Then the speeches art very loud volume in various different languages (I think Hebrew and Arabic). Someone should report / blog this scene (and translate the speeches).
What is the purpose of the dump trucks with sand Marc,
Fire suppression additional weight for blockade running? Etc.