Jeb Bush and Bill Belichick at Andover: The presidential candidate and Patriots’ head coach were classmates during Phillips Academy’s counterculture moment.

When Jeb Bush and Bill Belichick Were High School Classmates

When Jeb Bush and Bill Belichick Were High School Classmates

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Jan. 28 2015 2:33 PM

When Jeb Bush and Bill Belichick Were High School Classmates

The young Jeb wasn’t always straitlaced. There were his Andover years, when he and classmates (like the future Patriots head coach) cut loose.

Illustration by Rob Donnelly of young Bill Belicheck (left), and Jeb Bush (right).
Young Bill Belicheck, left, and Jeb Bush.

Illustration by Rob Donnelly

There were some chuckles when New England Patriots head coach Bill Belichick showed up at his press conference this past weekend to discuss Deflategate, aka Ballghazi, wearing a button-down collared shirt instead of his usual hoodie—a veritably preppy look for the surly football gnome. But really, no one should have been surprised, because Belichick in fact has deep preppy roots. How deep? He was at Phillips Academy in Andover, Massachusetts, at the same time as John Ellis Bush, scion of America’s preppiest leading family.

And what a time it was. Now that John Ellis (you may know him better as Jeb) is all but officially running for president and Belichick is seeking to win his fourth Super Bowl amid one of the most delightful sports scandals of all time, it’s worth revisiting the moment when the two men both walked the rarefied campus in northeastern Massachusetts, not just for the coincidence of their overlap there, but because it represented a quite remarkable locus of American cultural transformation.

Jeb arrived at Andover in 1967 as a distinctly reluctant freshman. He had, earlier that year, been granted permission to stay in Houston with family friends to finish his eighth-grade year rather than accompany his family to Washington, where his father had just been elected to Congress. But that fall, he was shipped off to Andover, just as his father and older brother, George, had been before him. George’s struggles to conform to family expectations are by now the stuff of national lore, but Jeb was also not keen on following the straight and narrow path laid out for him. He “was experimenting and trying to figure out his role,” his cousin John Ellis told Peter and Rochelle Schweizer for their 2004 book, The Bushes.

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At first glance, Andover would have seemed an oppressive environment for a teenager grappling with living up to his paternal example: Photographs of his father, a baseball standout in his time at Andover (and later a World War II hero), lined the school’s walls. Jeb rebelled against that aura, albeit in quieter ways than his more extroverted older brother had done: Jeb was more likely to get high than go carousing, he grew his hair long, and he joined the Socialist Club.

Yet as time went on, these small acts of insurrection were not so much breaking with the Andover mold as adapting to it. Jeb had arrived on the campus in the midst of a period of astonishing flux: Andover itself was experiencing its own countercultural coming-of-age moment as the upheaval underway on not-so-distant university campuses rippled outward. Where the prep schoolers’ natural aspiration to be like their elder collegiate siblings had once meant mimicking their sports jackets and nicknames, it now meant copying their protest pose—a shift that the younger Andover faculty only encouraged. “It was like a college campus in so many ways—there was very little supervision, and many of the faculty were themselves fully into the ’60s,” George Church, a Harvard geneticist who was one class behind Jeb, tells me. “We were all much more grown up than we should have been, trying to be like our revolutionary colleagues at colleges.” In this context, he said, Jeb’s sampling of mind-altering substances—touched on recently by Vanity Fair—was par for the course. “There were a lot of experiences to be had in the ’60s in this high school that was like a college, and Jeb availed himself of them, as we all did,” Church says.

The biggest cultural break came at the end of the school year in 1969, halfway through Jeb’s tenure at the school. After much self-searching, Andover resolved to scrap its strict dress code, which had previously called for a coat and tie to be worn pretty much at all times, even when going to check one’s mail, and a full suit for twice-weekly chapel. The school went beyond that to jettison the vast majority of its code of behavior. “We got together and would sit together in these little groups and say, ‘What should the rules be?’ And the response was, ‘No rules,’ ” says Church. “The rulebook shrank by a factor of five. The next year, we were just a campus of hippies.”

There to witness this transformation, along with Jeb, were his fellow members of the Class of ’71, a group that also included Lincoln Chafee, who would eventually assume his father’s seat in the U.S. Senate, and Tom Foley, who would to go on to become a successful venture capitalist and George W. Bush’s ambassador to Ireland before twice losing bids to become Connecticut’s governor, in 2010 and 2014. (Just one and two years behind them, respectively, were authors Buzz Bissinger and Michael Beschloss.) And at the start of their senior year, they were joined by Belichick, who had come north for a postgraduate year after attending high school in Annapolis, where his father was working as a talent scout for the Naval Academy’s football team, to improve his odds of getting into a premier college.

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The imagination reels at the thought of young Jeb and Bill engaged in marijuana-infused late-night bull sessions. Alas, such bonding would have been limited, because Jeb absented himself for three months of that school year for what was, essentially, the apotheosis of his adolescent walk on the wild side. That fall, he signed up for an experimental anthropology course with the expansive title of “Man and Society.” Students read Octavio Paz and Beyond the Melting Pot, Nathan Glazer’s new book on ethnic integration in New York. With this preparation, they headed off for a three-month immersion in an exotic locale—either the Irish working-class bastion of South Boston or the only slightly more foreign destination of León, a shoemaking hub in central Mexico. Jeb chose the latter, along with a dozen classmates and an irreverent young Andover teacher who served as the nominal chaperone. “It was this kind of incredible junket that the school wanted us to spend a winter in Mexico,” classmate Peter Halley, now an artist in New York, tells me. “The atmosphere was like the TV show MASH.”

Jeb lived with a local family and taught English. (Some accounts have him helping out with school-building as well.) More crucially, he fell in love with a local girl named Columba, a pretty, petite, devoutly Catholic 16-year-old who had been raised by her grandfather after her father abandoned her mother when she was young. Jeb decided to attend the University of Texas instead of Yale, the usual destination for Bush men, which allowed him to be closer to her, and proposed to her at a Mexico City restaurant before he’d even graduated—and before he’d introduced her to his parents. But his countercultural rebellion lasted only so long: After graduating, he got a job with Texas Commerce Bank, which had been founded by the family of his father’s political ally (and future Secretary of State) James A. Baker III. And with that, Jeb was off to the races, as I describe in last week’s New Yorker.

Back in New England, Belichick took the more conventional preppy route, heading to Wesleyan, where he played lacrosse and squash. After graduating, he took an entry-level job with the Baltimore Colts, the first in a series of postings with seven different teams that would lead to the Patriots (where he hired as his “research director” another Andover Class of ’71 graduate, his longtime friend Ernie Adams, who was implicated in the Patriots’ spying scandal of a few years back.)

Have Belichick and Bush kept up at Class of ’71 get-togethers? Doubtful. Bush is less than fond of his Andover years—“I was a cynical little turd in a cynical school,” he told the Miami Herald in 1986.

So the reunion may have to wait. Perhaps until the White House in 2017, when America’s third President Bush welcomes Belichick and the Patriots for their umpteenth trophy celebration? Presumably, Belichick would for that occasion revert to the Andover dress code—the pre-1969 one, that is.