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Posted on 06/08/2004 7:37:39 PM PDT by Alouette
All weekend long across the networks, media grandees who'd voted for Carter and Mondale, just like all their friends did, tried to explain the appeal of Ronald Reagan.
He was "The Great Communicator," had a wonderful sense of humor, was self-deprecating, had a charming smile, tilt of his head, twinkle in his eye.
All true, but not what matters. Even politics attracts its share of optimistic, likable men, and most of them leave no trace – like Britain's "Sunny Jim" Callaghan, a perfect example of the defeatism of Western leadership in the 1970s.
It was the era of "d tente," a word barely remembered now, which is just as well since it reflects poorly on us: the presidents and prime ministers of the free world had decided that the unfree world was not a prison ruled by a murderous ideology that had to be defeated, but merely an alternative lifestyle that had to be accommodated.
Under cover of detente, the Soviets gobbled up more and more real estate across the planet, from Ethiopia to Grenada. Nonetheless, it wasn't just the usual suspects who subscribed to this feeble evasion – Helmut Schmidt, Pierre Trudeau, Francois Mitterand – but most of the so-called "conservatives," too – Ted Heath, Giscard d'Estaing, Gerald Ford.
Unlike these men, and unlike most other senior Republicans, Ronald Reagan saw Soviet Communism for what it was: a great evil.
Millions of Europeans across half a continent from Poland to Bulgaria, Slovenia to Latvia live in freedom today because he acknowledged that simple truth when the rest of the political class was tying itself in knots trying to pretend otherwise.
That's what counts.
He brought down the "evil empire" – and all the rest is fine print.
At the time, the charm and the smile got less credit from the intelligentsia, which is understandable in light of their belief that he was a dunce who'd plunge us into Armageddon.
Everything you need to know about the establishment's view of Ronald Reagan can be found on page 624 of Dutch, Edmund Morris's weird post-modern biography. The place is Berlin; the time, June 12, 1987:
"'Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall!' declaims Dutch, trying hard to look infuriated, but succeeding only in an expression of mild petulance... One braces for a flash of prompt lights to either side of him: APPLAUSE.
"What a rhetorical opportunity missed. He could have read Robert Frost's poem on the subject, 'Something there is that doesn't love a wall,' to simple and shattering effect. Or even Edna St. Vincent Millay's lines, which he surely holds in memory.
"Only now for the first time I see This wall is actually a wall, a thing Come up between us, shutting me away From you... I do not know you any more."
POOR OLD Morris, the plodding, conventional, scholarly writer driven mad by 14 years of trying to get a grip on Ronald Reagan. Most world leaders would have taken his advice: You're at the Berlin Wall, so you have to say something about it, something profound but oblique, maybe there's a poem on the subject... Who cares if Frost's is over-quoted, and a tad hard to follow for a crowd of foreigners? Who cares that it is, in fact, pro-wall – a poem in praise of walls?
Edmund Morris has described his subject as an "airhead" and concluded that it's "like dropping a pebble in a well and hearing no splash."
Morris may not have heard the splash, but he's still all wet: The elites were stupid about Reagan in a way that only clever people can be. Take that cheap crack: If you drop a pebble in a well and you don't hear a splash, it may be because the well is dry, but it's just as likely it's because the well is of surprising depth. I went out to my own well and dropped a pebble: I heard no splash, yet the well supplies exquisite translucent water to my home.
But then I suspect it's a long while since Morris dropped an actual pebble in an actual well: As with walls, his taste runs instinctively to the metaphorical. Reagan looked at the Berlin Wall and saw not a poem-quoting opportunity but prison bars.
I once discussed Irving Berlin, composer of God Bless America, with his friend and fellow songwriter Jule Styne, and Jule put it best: "It's easy to be clever. But the really clever thing is to be simple."
At the Berlin Wall that day, it would have been easy to be clever, as all those '70s detente sophisticates would have been. And who would have remembered a word they said? Like Irving Berlin with God Bless America, only Reagan could have stood there and declared without embarrassment: "Tear down this wall!" – and two years later the wall was, indeed, torn down. Ronald Reagan was straightforward and true and said it for everybody – which is why his "rhetorical opportunity missed" is remembered by millions of grateful Eastern Europeans. The really clever thing is to have the confidence to say it in four monosyllables.
Ronald Reagan was an American archetype, and just the bare bones of his curriculum vitae capture the possibilities of his country: in the Twenties, a lifeguard at a local swimming hole who saved over 70 lives; in the Thirties, a radio sports announcer; in the Forties, a Warner Brothers leading man... and finally one of the two most significant presidents of the American century.
Unusually for the commander-in-chief, Reagan's was a full, varied American life, of which the presidency was merely the culmination.
"The Great Communicator" was effective because what he was communicating was self-evident to all but our decayed elites: "We are a nation that has a government – not the other way around," he said in his inaugural address.
And at the end of a grim, gray decade – Vietnam, Watergate, energy crises, Iranian hostages – Americans decided they wanted a president who looked like the nation, not like its failed government. Thanks to his clarity, governments around the world that had nations have been replaced by nations that have governments.
Most of the Warsaw Pact countries are now members of NATO, with free markets and freely elected parliaments.
One man who understood was Yakob Ravin, a Ukrainian migr who in the summer of 1997 happened to be strolling with his grandson in Armand Hammer Park near Reagan's California home.
They happened to see the former president, out taking a walk. Mr. Ravin went over and asked if he could take a picture of the boy and the president. When they got back home to Ohio, it appeared in the local newspaper, The Toledo Blade.
At the time of this meeting Ronald Reagan was three years into the decade-long twilight of his illness, and unable to recognize most of his colleagues from the Washington days. But Mr. Ravin wanted to express his appreciation.
"Mr. President," he said, "thank you for everything you did for the Jewish people, for Soviet people, to destroy the Communist empire."
And somewhere deep within there was a flicker of recognition. "Yes," said the old man, "that is my job." Yes, that was his job.
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And if you can remember the other meaning of SALT, you win! fsf
The four monosyllables are what will be remembered, but I love the whole section of the speech:
"General Secretary Gorbachev,
if you seek peace,
if you seek prosperity for the Soviet Union and Eastern Europe,
if you seek liberalization,
come here to this gate.
Mr. Gorbachev, open this gate.
Mr. Gorbachev...(said over wild cheering)
Mr. Gorbachev, tear DOWN this wall."
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This is the current attitude being promoted towards homosexuality. It, too, must be brought down.
Strategic
Arms
Limitation
Treaty
wonderful.
Strategic Arms Limitation Treaty.
And SALT II.
Sheesh. I was about 11.
Bumpttt.
The problem is, Edmund Morris was too small a man to write the history of a man like Ronald Reagan. He just wasn't up to the task.
Yes. You both win. And I, too, was only about 11 (or thereabouts) when I first read about it. It made my head spin. But I didn't figure out for many years that it was a ploy by the Soviets to tie our hands while they caught up with us. RWR stopped that nonsense by smashing them financially and technologically. :O) fsf
Thank you, Alouette.
Amen, and Amen! fsf
Where do we get such men?
It's a moment I will always remember. I have a little chunk of that Berlin Wall stored away to give to my niece someday, together with a history lesson about its importance.
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