End of Semester and the Death of Reagan
I have been quiet of late. As Ralph noted in his email, this was finals time. Probably like most everyone else I did not want to toss stuff up aimlessly. Then there are all those things that we (or at least I) put off until after finals that have to be done ASAP. Then I simply needed a few days in which I did not touch a computer. I actually shuddered when I walked by it.
Now there is the death of Ronald Reagan. Except for one perhaps too acerbic comment I posted in response to Richard Jensen’s HNN entry, I have little to say at this point. He was extraordinary. There are reasons I had my survey class compare his presidency to FDR’s on their final. (I do wish many of them had done it better, but some showed a fine insight.)
And yet. While for Richard Jensen and millions of other Americans, Reagan is the point at which things began to go right for the country, for me he is—or at least he symbolizes--when things began to go wrong for the country in a fundamental way. Probably a careful historian 100 years from now will take both views to task. But history and memory mingle in me, and given who I am I feel a deep sadness right now. I feel it for his family (my stepmother had Alzheimer’s and my father nursed her through it at home), and I also feel it for my country.
But it is not the same sadness that those who celebrate him feel.