With all the good stuff being recalled right now about President Reagan, I wanted to posit the theory that it wasn’t so much because everyone loved Reagan when he was President insomuch as many people have changed their views on him with time and perspective – especially the perspective of the fact that his policies worked to achieve their stated goals.
I wanted to give this excerpt from one of my favorite columnists, James Lileks, who posted this on his weblog on Monday [Scroll down about half way, past all the personal stuff, if you follow the link]:
http://www.lileks.com/bleats/archive/04/0604/060704.html
Saturday: …I sat down and wrote the following.
It?s 1983; I?m working at the Minnesota Daily, in the editorial department. Smart friends, common purpose, and by God a paper to put out! It gets no better when you?re in your 20s.
We didn?t hate Reagan; we viewed him with indulgent contempt, since he was so obviously out of his depth. I mean, please: an actor? As president? (This from a generation that got its politics from ?All The President?s Men.? This from a generation that would later embrace Martin Sheen as the ne plus ultra of all things presidential.) He was in a movie with a talking monkey, for heaven?s sake. That was all you really needed to know. ?Bedtime for Bonzo,? you?d say with a smirk or a conspicuous rolling of the eyes, and everyone would nod. Idiot. Empty-headed grinning high-haired uberdad. Of course he was popular among the groundlings. It would be laughable if it weren?t so typical - he was just the sort of fool the voters could be trusted to elect.
Reagan was worse than stupid ? he was conspicuously indifferent to our futures. It was generally accepted that he either wanted a nuclear war or was too dim to understand the consequences. It went without saying that he didn?t read Schell?s ?Fate of the Earth.? It went without saying that he didn?t read anything at all.
Oh, it was a scary time. You have no idea. Reagan sent jets to attack Libya, for example. Something to do with a bombing of a nightclub in Germany ? that was bad, sure, but raising the stakes like this was madness. Sheer madness. If they were angry enough to bomb a nightclub, how angry would they be now? We put nuclear missiles in Europe. Nuclear missiles! Sure, they were put there to counter a Soviet deployment, but if the Soviets ever used them we could use our other missiles. Responding to a provocation was so . . . provocative. And then there was the whole Central American situation ? Vietnam, all over again. Grenada? Pathetic muscle-flexing just to make us feel good. We?re Number One! USA! USA!
Sometimes it all you could do was just put on ?The Wall? on the headphones and take a long hit and find cold hollow solace in the music.
The miserable, depressing, cynical, defeatist music.
Dark times. The world might actually end not with a whimper, but a bang. The scenarios were many, but you got the gist ? the Soviets made a move, and Reagan screwed everything up by pushing back. That?s how we saw it happening. He was just that stupid, just that stubborn. He?d blow up the world.
?The people have spoken, the idiots,? I wrote in my journal after he was elected in 1980. I was living in a boarding house a block from the Valli, an English major at the U, a college paper columnist taking all the usual brave stances: Republicans are repressed hypocrites, Playboy insults women, etc. (Interesting side note ? my ratio of happy-fun-ball essays and tiresome polarizing screeds was, as now, about 3:1.) But then Reagan got shot. I didn?t like the guy; no, not at all, but he was the president. And hence he was my president. And I was down in the Valli Pub, watching the news. Andrea, a flatfaced barfly who sat in the dark basement all day drinking coffee and smoking Marlboros and watching TV, was hideously pissed that she was missing her soaps. ?Why couldn?t they have shot him a few hours later?? she said. Grunts of amusement from the rest of the slugs.
I wrote a column with her quote as the title. If I remember correctly it was well-received. Because her sentiment was, to use an archaic work, indecent. We were better than that. He was our president, after all.
Those were the days.
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We all believe that Mondale will win, because Reagan?s stupidity and inadequacies are manifest to us. We are thrilled when Mondale announces he will raise taxes. Stern medicine, America! But Reagan wins. I repeat: Reagan wins in 1984. Somewhere Orwell is smiling, man. You can smell the karma curdling.
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The world has changed; Reagan and Gorbachev The Savior were photographed in a chummy moment in the New York harbor. The world feels less dangerous, for reasons that seem indistinct. The Times runs one last picture of the Gipper walking down an open-aired hallway in the Rose Garden; his head is down, but he looks tall and broad and strong and content. I thought: I?m going to miss him.
Stockholm Syndrome! Stockholm Syndrome!
Vote Dukakis! Now! Fast! Ahhhhh.
1990: Iraq invades Kuwait. I wasn?t aware of it at the time, but that?s when I started to turn.
2004, June 5: I am reminded of the thrill I got when I heard the words ?Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall.? Because you can sum up Reagan?s legacy by polling any random high-schooler and reading that line.
?What wall?? they?d probably ask.
The wall, kid. You know: The Wall. The fortified gash. The thin lethal line that stood between tyranny and freedom. I mean, we lived in a time when there was a literal wall between those concepts, and we still didn?t get it.
What you don?t know when you?re 22 could fill a book. If you write that book when you?re 44, you haven?t learned a thing.