I remember this guy being the biggest badass I'd ever seen at the time:
Secret Service Agent Robert Wanko. Hope President Trump has someone like him around.
Not so my advisor and his staff. One of them, a Jewish woman whose family had survived the Holocaust, said, "Are you kidding? I'm sorry the gunman missed! Just look at what Reagan will do to the budget, to the environment."
All the other faculty members in that gathering just nodded. None of them said, "Now, now, you don't really mean that." They were all august members of an Ivy League faculty, wearing their tweed jackets with patches on the sleeves and knit ties. None of them displayed the essential humanity and decency which one might have expected of them.
That was the moment when my eyes opened. That was the moment I realized that Democrats are not nicer or more moral than Republicans. It took another year, but I registered as a Republican the following year and have never voted for a Democrat again.
I bet if you had somehow tracked all those with that attitude, you'd have found they incurred some serious hassles, devastations, troubles in life.
It’s funny, I frequently get compliments for stellar long term memory going back to when I slept in a crib, but I don’t recall that specific day. I don’t remember what I was doing or anything. I was in the Marine Corps reserve at the time, and was a huge fan of President Reagan. Maybe I just never doubted that he’d pull through.
A “language arts” teacher is the only person I can recall hoping he wouldn’t make it. Everyone else even as Democrat-dominated as the town was, were concerned. But then, those were the now extinct gun-toting flag waving two genders Democrats, not the newfangled suicidal socialist gender-challenged kind.
Though I didn’t witness any of what I’m about to say, I’m pretty sure that many liberals did weep when Reagan was shot. Not, not because he was shot. I’m pretty sure that millions of democrats wept or felt sad and angry because Reagan had survived.
I had a big excavation job going in New Milford, NJ, with 50 trucks hauling dirt to a landfill in Rockland County, NY.
When on of the chauffeurs started yelling “Reagan has just been shot”, the whole job stopped, all very angry men.
I knocked the job off, sent everyone home, very somber, told everyone to come back in the morning. The next morning it was much happier, the sense of relief was very apparent.
When the pope was shot there was more shock and condemnation, but absolutely no one took joy in either event.
I am surprised anyone’s experience was so different.
Was glad when Bobby Kennedy was shot.
I was working at a nursing home with a large black staff here in upstate NY. Yep, they cheered.
A little over a year ago I visited the Reagan Presidential Library. On display there is the suit he was wearing when he was shot. The bullethole is quite visible.
I remember this guy being the biggest badass I'd ever seen at the time:
Secret Service Agent Robert Wanko. Hope President Trump has someone like him around.
Would I cheer if Obola was shot?............Don’t think so, but I wouldn’t be upset either.
Now if he suddenly dies like King Herod Agrippa in Acts 12:23, which, by the example given there, he richly deserves, I would probably cheer since it would obviously be an intervention by God.
Sr. Eileen came running into my 8th grade class saying breathlessly, “Close your books, children; we must pray for the President.”
I was in 8th grade History class on that Monday. Our principal went from classroom to classroom to announce Reagan had been shot. We didn’t have radio or TV in the classroom so our teacher went out and wheeled his pickup truck to the classroom window and cranked up the radio so we could listen to the news. By then it was known that he would survive. Everyone was relieved but quiet and subdued. Later that night the NCAA basketball championship between Indiana and North Carolina aired. During a pre game prayer they showed a cheerleader crying. That whole afternoon and evening was surreal. I can only imagine how our country would have done if we lost President Reagan that day.
I was 19. I was sent home from work in with a horrible flu. I remember waking up in a cold med stupor hearing that someone was dead. I believe they were referring to Brady (obviously wrong) but I thought it was the President...my mom came to check on me because I was bawling like a baby. She told me that RR was in the hospital and she was pizzed off that her soaps had been interrupted. I think she voted for Clinton twice.
I was a 17 year-old High School Senior living north of San Diego, CA.
I never heard a single “cheer” for Reagan being shot.