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Fatwah / February 5, 2011


“I know these people in my goddamn blood!”

–Hunter S. Thompson’s Attorney

I’ve had Reagan all my life. In 1967, 13 years before the rest of you got President Reagan, he became governor of California. It was the terrarium in which Reagan’s tinkerers figured out how to stimulate the beasts in the tract houses to hatred and bathos, the tools with which they ruled and destroyed the nation.

Nixon usually gets the blame for that, but I’ve always found Nixon a rather sympathetic figure: wretched, ugly, and without much malice for either the forests or the ordinary American. Nixon didn’t even share the worship of “business” forced on us all in Reagan’s reign. Nixon’s dreams were old-fashioned Soviet machinations, full of maps and coups; he was willing enough to toss the rest of us a few bones if we’d let him play with his schemes undisturbed. And some of the bones he tossed us were rather significant. It was Nixon who created the EPA and OSHA. Reagan would have strangled both in the cradle.

Reagan did it often enough once he had power, in a thousand blunt, cruel mandates that no one ever mentions. The one I always remember is one of the more trivial: he vetoed the airbag requirement Carter planned to introduce for all 1980 cars sold in the US. Everyone who died in a head-on crash during the next decade can thank Reagan. And you know, they probably would thank him. There is no end to the groveling masochism of this nation where Reagan is concerned. All his victims love him. No wonder the checkers at Safeway wear nose rings; they belong to the world’s biggest submissive website, “Reagan’s Slaves: Real Submissives, Live 24/7.” Before Reagan they would have had decent blue-collar jobs—there really were such things back then—and bought a house of their own. Now they share garage apartments with the scum of the earth and are saving up for a car that runs.

That’s why it always shocks me when I see another manifestation of the consensus view that Nixon was the evil Republican. I just saw a Futurama episode with Nixon’s head in a jar, planning to take over the world. Reagan never gets that treatment; he’s a god.

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I suppose it proves what I knew already: he was good at what he did. After all, if he really was the perfect evil spirit for this tribe, why should I be surprised or disgusted that we worship him? Like I once said to this Women’s Studies professor, “Why get upset at all this sexism? It’s your living; it’s like a marine biologist getting furious at all the salt water on the planet.”

But she was still mad—and she was goddamn well right to be mad. And I’m still sick every time I see headlines like the one I just caught: “Ronald Reagan: How Do GOP Candidates Measure Up?

The sad thing is, they don’t really have to “measure up.” Reagan transformed this country; that much of what his adorers say is true. His successors only have to hit the same notes to make their zombie army move in the desired manner. Reagan and his stage managers did the difficult part, experimenting relentlessly until they found the notes that worked.

When you say “Reagan,” you’re using a synechdoche of the classic container-for-the-contained sort. Reagan was the face of a little clique who were the essence of California plutocracy. They took shares in him, the way poorer folk do in a racehorse, funded his campaigns, and stayed with him all the way to the presidency. They were remarkable only for their lack of any distinction. Perhaps the most typical was Holmes Tuttle, a car dealer who came from Oklahoma to get rich. He did, but not the way Bill Gates did.  Tuttle was so dumb that he turned down a chance to have the first Volkswagen dealership in California because he was sure no American would ever buy a car made by our erstwhile enemies. Like many successful Californians of his generation, he got rich because he was there, on the spot while the population of California exploded, and the average income soared—and because he had the perfect pathology for a rising tide: unreflecting, smug self-confidence. Tuttle made his money in cars, then picked Reagan as his new product and marketed him like a Ford, using Reagan’s front-man status as a selling point: “[Wouldn’t] you rather have a candidate who is backed by very successful capitalists who have created dozens of companies and tens of thousands of jobs, people who know what it takes to attain success within our system?”

Reagan’s other backers were even less distinguished. There was Alfred Bloomingdale, who inherited his money and made the papers in his own right only by buying an underage prostitute, Vicky Morgan, making her his ponygirl, complete with saddle, then dumping her when she was of boring legal age. Bloomingdale died before the palimony suit, but his wife fought to the end not to give the wretched girl a cent. Vicky Morgan was eventually beaten to death with a baseball bat; Bloomingdale was mourned by all of Reagan’s America.

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Bedtime for Bloomingdale’s slave: One day she’s making Reagan look bad (above)… The next day, Jesus pinch-hits one for the Gipper (below)

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Then there was Charles Wick, Reagan’s communications guy, the man who taught the Great Communicator how to communicate. Reagan made Wick director of the US Information Agency, but before that, he’d made his bones as a “very successful capitalist” by producing one film: Snow White and the Three Stooges.

The most grotesque of Reagan’s owners was Joseph Coors, an outright lunatic whose family money is behind nearly every sleazy fascist initiative in recent US history. Coors was Reagan’s mentor on campus radicalism. Coors even had his own hilarious stint on the Board of Regents of the University of Colorado, doing his best to destroy that institution before he realized that it was better to work through the camera-ready Reagan. He made sure Reagan’s hatred of the public universities never let up, but stepped back to let the group refine its techniques for stirring bile among the sullen majority.

It’s tempting sometimes to think what one grenade, detonated at one of this “kitchen cabinet’s” meetings, could have done to change history. California could have been, was on the verge of becoming, something truly extraordinary. It’s no accident that Philip K. Dick’s Martian colonists in their hovels choose to dream of San Francisco in the mid-1960s, out of all the fantasylands they could visit. All the worst of America seemed to be melting away. The South of evil memory: melting away, not without blood and horror, but melting, doomed. The mean, stupid bullies’ world of jocks and losers to which all American children were violently introduced at an early age–melting away in a warmer and more humorous pantheon of possible identities. The dullards’ worship of Coolidge’s “business,” melting away in contemptuous laughter.

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It’s easy to see now that this was a delusion, the absurd dream of a tiny fraction of rich kids and middle-class brains. There was another world out there, a thousand times bigger and ferociously devoted to the old hatreds. I grew up in that other world. Actually, I grew up on the border, literally, between those two Californias that Reagan would soon set at each others’ throats: a place called Pleasant Hill, California, 13 miles east of Berkeley, but across the hills, the other side of Caldecott Tunnel. The hot, tract-home side—Reagan’s side. I could cross over; every summer the summer school took us to the Berkeley Folk Festival to listen vaguely to cleaned-up songs about murdered maidens but mainly to look at those magnificent hippie girls, who were in my little mind a complete refutation of the politics, aesthetics and in fact the entire culture of the Reagan side.

But that was once a year. The rest of the time, we were Reaganites before Reagan. You have to realize that in the mid-sixties, what is now called “the Right” was hopelessly confused about what was going on. There really was a sort of silent majority, because no one could figure out to say what it wanted to say in public. What it wanted to say, what I heard every time we watched the news, was simple: “Kill them!” But before Reagan, no one knew how to say that out loud.

It was the students who gave Reagan’s managers their chance. Nobody remembers now how insanely those students were hated by the people out on the hot, sullen side of the California divide. To understand where that hate came from, you have to pan back a little. Reagan’s “Greatest Generation” (which they certainly were not, but that’s another story) created the G.I. Bill, enfranchising a huge number of veterans who would never have dreamed of doing something like going to college if the state hadn’t waved money in their faces while they were being demobilized. In America, higher education had been something for rich kids—rich boys, in the beginning, slowly expanding to include some rich girls as well. Everyone else was supposed to go to work, and count themselves lucky if they found a job.

The G.I. Bill made college a normal option, for a huge chunk of families who weren’t particularly rich. And soon, like many perks that once marked the aristocracy, it became something desirable, then something almost required of those who were striving. My father’s family was one of those. They grew up, ten kids, in a house about the size of your garage in the slums of Jersey City. The war freed them from that claustrophobic Irish-Catholic ghetto and they strove successfully—most of them, anyway. Our failed outpost in the California suburbs was the exception. It wasn’t easy for educated white people to fail completely in California in the post-war years, but we managed it. And still we gave our allegiance to Reagan’s counterrevolution, his long war to destroy the government initiatives that had given all our successful uncles their chance. In fact, our poverty contributed to the virulence of our resentment of those students, those lucky swarms of Berkeley kids who mouthed off and didn’t have to work.

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Their world was at once too tempting and too sinful for us, but to most of the other families on our street, it was simply alien, offensive for suggesting that there could or should be a gentler, more literate world. I had a foot in both worlds, and my parents, though fiercely reactionary, were gentle with their children, devoted to our education. So we ended up going to those colleges. But no one else from that neighborhood did.  The only way you’ll ever understand how Reagan came to rule is if you actually remember his people. These are some who lived on my street:

My friend Kenny Tamblyn, three houses down: his dad was a welder at the refinery, used to beat Kenny with a belt when he came home in a bad mood. Mr. Tamblyn was pure white and wanted you to know it, too—he was from Oklahoma—but he had these slitty eyes, looked like a cross between a Mongol and an Orc. Liked to shoot things.

The Hansens, up the street with the pickup. Also worked at the refinery, but Mr. Tamblyn didn’t deign to know him; some guild snobbery I never understood.  Mr. Hansen was loud and fat and stupid even by local standards. A few years on, he had Wallace signs all over his tiny lawn, but in the mid-60s he settled for threatening to shoot our dog when we walked it past his place. Two sons, roughly my age, sullen, silent, special ed. His wife was rarely allowed out of the house. She was tiny, less than five feet, and I think retarded, with a severe speech impediment. When she escaped and wandered down Belle Avenue, she’d babble about Jesus. (That’s another big, big change since Reagan’s time: it was eccentric, embarrassing, to talk about God in California before Reagan took over.)

The Mastranos at the corner had one son. He was killed in their garage by a DEA agent. Supposedly he was going for a gun. He didn’t own any guns. No one objected; it was clear to everyone that somehow or other he had it coming. His mother went insane.

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My brother’s friend Brian, one of the smartest and most delightful little kids I knew. He and my brother met at one of those gifted summer schools. We used to make “civilizations” out of mud and scraps by the creek. But Brian’s dad, who worked at the gas station, would come home pissed off and scream down to the creek, telling Brian to get his butt in there. Once Brian was inside…yeah, you guessed it. With a belt. We tried to walk away fast so we wouldn’t hear Brian screaming.

Brian, IQ or no IQ, was not going to UC Berkeley or anyplace else. None of those kids were going to Berkeley. None of their parents wanted them to. Some of those parents were sick monsters like Brian’s dad, or my friend Calvin’s dad, who once interrupted Calvin’s sleepover birthday party to chase Calvin around the yard with the inevitable belt. Most of the others were just standard human issue: mean, dumb, resentful.  They didn’t want the fanciful pre-Raphaelite hippie enclave of Berkeley to exist. That it should not merely exist but talk back to their appointed masters, the real-estate developers and car dealers who were the anointed of California, provoked these people to insane rage.

They weren’t poor. You have to remember that. Reagan would see to it that their kids were poor, but their generation was coasting happily on the well-paid, for-life blue-collar jobs that were plentiful back then. Most of them had far more money than we did, as well as virtually free medical care through “Kaiser.” They were willing to give all that up in the name of what was nearest their hearts: a world in which all public discourse was bland and epideictic, and privilege was restricted to those who were restrained enough to keep it secret. It was the cracking open of American discourse, with the “Free Speech” profanity, people talking about sex, and parading their pleasures on the streets of San Francisco, that made them murderously angry. That rage was even stronger than their hatred of black people. Although Reagan used coded and not-so-coded race triggers in his speeches (“welfare bums” was a favorite of his, as was “militants”), it was the hatred of those students, who were overwhelmingly white and middle-class, that made the people of the inland tracts love him.

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And it was that gloating, taunting exhibition of pleasures properly reserved for the back rooms of the elite that drove the inlanders craziest. That was the one thing that made my parents, gentle and erudite people in many ways, make common cause with their neighbors, whom they were in the habit of dismissing as noising, self-indulgent Protestants in most contexts. I’ll always remember my mother’s first day in a writing class at Diablo Valley College, the local community college. She came home in a daze and said, “This woman in my class…one of these hippie her ‘poem’ [you could hear the quotes around the word as she spoke]…and do you know how this ‘poem’ began?”

My brothers and I grunted cautiously. We weren’t sure whose side we were on in this one. In fact, I didn’t come down on the inland side until the local hippie girls made it clear I was not a potential consort.

My mother said, “This is her ‘poem’:

‘My husband’s ass

Is the most beautiful ass

In the world.’”

Silence reigned in our family room. That word “ass,” spoken—twice!—for the first time inside our house, made us all a little dizzy. You could hear the linebreaks, too, and budding poet that I was, I thought, “Maybe she should’ve put the second ‘ass’ on a line by itself.” Then, in one of the sudden switch-flips you do at 12, I imagined, very vividly, tearing out the tongue of the woman who had recited that poem in front of my mother.  My brothers were already running from the room, making “la la la” noises so they wouldn’t have to hear whatever else my mother had experienced in class.

I suppose we were a rather high-strung family. Catholics were, in those days. The only people who remind me of them now are the Muslims.

What cemented my allegiance once and for all to that doomed, absurd code was the fact that somehow in the cornucopia of 1960s California, we were completely bankrupt, utter failures.

Disloyalty was not an option as it was for rich kids. If your parents have made it, you can sneer; when the family narrative is an endless replay of disastrous failure, defecting to the comfy and victorious is unthinkable. My parents voted for Reagan, largely on the strength of that poem and a few news shots of Berkeley women dancing to rock with their tops off. I’m sure everyone on Belle Avenue voted the same way, mostly because Wallace wasn’t running in California yet.

But in their case it made sense. Most of them were brutal and illiterate. We weren’t. We were the kind of family who most needed the public sector Reagan set about destroying: penniless, hyperliterate and ambitious. My brothers and I spent most of our free time at the wonderful library near our house. Last time I checked it was open for about 15 hours a week. We gloried in the art and music classes that were soon to be dropped by the public schools. We loved the forests, the one point we grudgingly shared with the VW Bus crowd that voted liberal. And when I applied for college and was turned down by the expensive private schools, Berkeley, center of Belle Avenue’s hatred, accepted me, gave me a chance for a decent education.

It was the public universities like Berkeley that were Reagan’s special target. He didn’t have any interest in starving Stanford, even if he’d had the power; Stanford was for the rich, and only very belatedly joined the student revolt. It was the public universities, above all the Berkeley campus, that he and his public hated. One of Reagan’s famous lines from the time makes clear the basis of that hate: “Education is a privilege, not a right.” Education, at university level, had always been a “privilege” in the United States. In fact, it was the mark of privilege, a sign of belonging to the upper class. After WW II, that changed, and at least in public universities in a few states like California, there really was something like admission on merit. There was no tuition at public universities—imagine, you could get a degree from UC Berkeley without paying a dollar in tuition, if you were good enough. UC official history page evokes that time with something like disbelief in its timeline: “1960 – The California Master Plan for Higher Education affirmed that UC should remain tuitionfree (a widely held view at the time)…”

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Yes, “a widely held view at the time,” but that was going to change, thanks to people like our neighbors on Belle Avenue. They hated the notion that kids no better than their own (or so they believed) were daring to ape the rich by getting respected university degrees—and worse still, they lacked the patronizing discretion of the truly privileged who’d preceded them. The people on my street never resented the really rich. What they hated was middle-class people having pleasure, having sex without punishment, ease without the grasshopper’s winter comeuppance.

Reagan plugged that hate into his owners’ agent and, with an assist from Prop 13, managed to destroy everything that was best about the state: the park system, the libraries, the protected shorelines, forests and rivers. He was just in time; when he took power, coastal California was reaching critical mass.  There was a moment, as Hunter Thompson says in Fear and Loathing, when it seemed that whole littoral would just lift up, a reversal of the earthquake the inlanders were praying to sink it, and float away from the dead mass of the continent. Reagan came to fix that.

His method was simple: Reagan was the first to talk straight-out hate. Strange as it seems now, nobody was talking hate then, in public. In the living rooms, over dinner, oh yeah! Every house on our street. But not on the air, not yet. Reagan showed the way. This was Reagan 1.0, the California-only issue. This version had not yet learned his second great innovation: the smile. This early Reagan was angry, as Mark Ames discovered in a search of archived stories from the 1960s. The headlines of those stories would shock fans of the later “amiable” Reagan: “Angry Reagan Shouts Back at Heckling Students”; “Reagan Prepared to Attack Militant Student Leaders”; “Reagan Explains Angry Words.”

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Rage at the students not only got Reagan elected, it powered his entire career. He took that show on the road in 1969, delivering a major speech reviling insolent student protestors in DC just before the Vietnam Moratorium demonstrations. As a reporter noted at the time, this was Reagan’s chance to impress the national Republican cadre, which was finally experiencing the sort of student infestation Reagan had been battling for years: “It is an opportunity for [Reagan] to test in a national forum whether his militant stand on California’s campuses…has support among the great middle class nationwide as well as in his own state.”

Of course that’s reporter-speak. They knew by then it would work. If hatred could work in California in the sixties, did anybody really doubt it would work in Missouri? Winning the governorship of California was the hard part, as Nixon found in 1962. From there to the presidency was all downhill for a hate man. All you have to do is start your campaign in Mississippi, as Reagan did in 1979—because in a countrywide election, “blacks” played better than “students.”

There’s another, far stranger, California political story that proves decisively how far you could get by smacking down students: the strange career of S. I. Hayakawa. Until 1968 Hayakawa was an academic wacko, one of those bypassed relics whose office at the end of the corridor is avoided by all. He had pursued a number of bizarre crusades, including one against replacing alphabet prefixes on phone numbers with digits, and by the mid-sixties was marking time, waiting for retirement at the undistinguished CSU-San Francisco. Then his history of rightwing nuttiness lifted him to fame: in 1968 Reagan appointed him president of the university, and a few months later Hayakawa was on the front page of every newspaper in the country, pulling the speaker wires off a student loudspeaker van during a demonstration.


Ten years later Hayakawa was a US senator from California, solely on the strength of that one photo. Belle Avenue had long memories, at least for hate.

Ronald Reagan rose to power much faster. He was sworn in as governor at a few minutes to midnight on January 3, 1967. He was such a hick nutcase that when his astrologer told him that would be the most auspicious moment, Reagan insisted on it, placating the sucker reporters with the usual garbage about wanting to get to work undoing his democrat predecessor’s big-gov’t boondoggles. They all bought it. I never heard a word about Reagan and “his wizened co-star” Nancy’s astrological and UFO creepiness until the late 80s, and no one cared even then.

By that time, Reagan 2.0 had been in power for some time, relying on a lesson learned the hard way during his governorship: use the hate to get in power, but if you want to stay there, you need that Colgate smile they coached you on in Hollywood. This was the smiling Reagan that amnesiac America chooses to recall, the nice grandpa nobody ever had.

But that’s not the Reagan who vivisected my home state. It was his snarl they loved in those days. And even after he learned to smile, the snarl was there, a Cheshire snarl that stayed when the smile faded. Reagan was by that time defined more by a wink than a smile. The wink said to his vast, vile constituency that the smile was simply the best face to wear while the malign enterprise proceeded apace. Like Limbaugh’s little jokes about himself as “a harmless puffball,” Reagan’s smile was meant to be seen through. It was useful for the undecided suckers, because it distinguished him from the other Phalangist contenders, who could not, no matter how long they were coached, stop looking like they were smiling over some hideous memory.

It was a wonderful smile. It suited America right down to the ground: part gloat, part taunt, part utter void. By the time Reagan went to DC, he no longer had to do the grunt work of stoking all that hate. His techniques worked so incredibly well that a whole army of little hate commissars was on the air, all day, every day, keeping Belle Avenue pissed off and stupid. And over all of them presided that terrible smile, at once a taunt, a gloat, and a claim of complete innocence, or at least amnesia. 


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  • 1. icecycle  |  February 7th, 2011 at 6:14 pm

    Definitely the Reagan that I remember.
    The one who made Nixon look good.
    The one who brought the Bush family on board.
    This one is a Quisling to the American people.
    Burn a joint in hell, Ron.

  • 2. rick  |  February 7th, 2011 at 8:41 pm

    This is good stuff, embodying the spirit of breaking all the imbecile journalistic rules–if you don’t suck, which is like the Death Star run from Star Wars, statistically. “use the force! Unless you suck! Which is overwhelmingly statistically likely!” Mark Ames started it here, and I wish he’d break some rules, but then I wish we all were millionaires, too–but I’ve read this publication for 8 years–there’s nothing–ever–I’ve read for 8 years.

  • 3. my talkative ringpiece  |  February 7th, 2011 at 10:44 pm

    Fissile, keep it coming please – along with Dolan, Ames, Levine, and “Brecher” of course!

    You’ve made me think: I don’t think my uncle, the NASA one, has ever earned a private-sector dollar in his entire life, either. Gov’t all the way, college etc etc all on our dime, from the last day of high school on. Extremely self-righteous S.O.B., probably thinks Reagan walked on water.

    I got gov’t backed student loans in college but … I PAID THEM BACK. I could never do shit right, if I were a good Reagan Republican I’d have milked the system for every penny I could, wiggled out of the student loans somehow, etc.

  • 4. Derp  |  February 7th, 2011 at 11:05 pm

    Derp derp! It’s funny when people who don’t like Reagan get screwed over by his economic policies, harharhar, derp derp derp!

    And Reagan had to give weapons to the Iranians so they could kill the Iraqis, derp derp derp! If it wasn’t for him then the Iraq invasion would have been a lot more difficult!

  • 5. Shona ( NZ)  |  February 8th, 2011 at 12:17 am

    Superb. a vivid and accurate picture of the begining of the moral and financial bankrupting of the USA.

  • 6. Todd Starr  |  February 8th, 2011 at 2:28 am

    I lived through the Reagan era but I’d mysteriously managed to blank it all out… I guess I should say thanks for reminding me. Or maybe not!

    But seriously, you guys, a terrific article on a mythical monster who every blue-collar self-loathing Republican now worships – surely the greatest feat of black propaganda in the history of these United States!

  • 7. Flatulissimo  |  February 8th, 2011 at 6:39 am

    I’ll add my voice encouraging Dolan to make this into a book. Maybe co-write with Ames. That would be brilliant.

    This is the best piece of writing on the whole goddamn internet right now.

  • 8. bko  |  February 8th, 2011 at 12:14 pm

    @51: ditchweed seasoned with paraquat.
    This was sooo refreshing! Give yourself a pat on the back, Mr. Dolan.
    Funny thing– when rr died, his reviewal was remarkably underattended, considering how beloved he was supposed to have been.

  • 9. Bollox  |  February 9th, 2011 at 2:23 am

    A simple man who so nearly destroyed us

    Right-wing British newspaper (Daily Mail) agrees with Exiled SHOCK!!

    “The 100th anniversary of Ronald Reagan’s birth has seen a mixture of marksmanship, ranging from accurate to deranged, the latter as befits a dangerously deluded man who brought the world so near to a nuclear holocaust.”

    Read more:

  • 10. CensusLouie  |  February 9th, 2011 at 2:59 am

    Don’t forget this recent sickening bit:

    I first watched this without the title, and until I saw the American flag I swore this was a clip of some North Korean parade.

  • 11. SweetLeftFoot  |  February 9th, 2011 at 5:19 am

    I work as political journalist and this is the best piece of political journalism I have seen in a long, long time. Keep it coming Dolan you magnificent bastard you.

  • 12. Karen  |  February 9th, 2011 at 6:00 am

    That was the best piece I have read in a long time. It didn’t hurt that my nostalgia kicked in with a potent force reading about all the “raygun” meanness. My kid brother printed buttons and fake money to pass out with anti-raygun movie quotes;like: “Where’s My Head?” After waking up in the movie scene when his legs are gone. I have forgotten the movie but I still have the button. My kid brother was contacted by the FBI for printing fake monopoly money can you believe it? How can you forget a monster who was elected on your B’day? I cried for days. I did not vote for him. Another monster was elected on my B’day and I am so very sorry that I voted for him. It is weird that they were both sworn into office on election night

  • 13. wagelaborer  |  February 9th, 2011 at 10:30 am

    You’re falling for the old “we all loved Reagan” meme that the corporate media has been playing for 30 years.

    We DIDN’T all love Reagan. Some of us hated him then and hate him now.

    Like you.

    And all white people were not doing well in California, as you point out, while still believing, apparently, that white people elsewhere were doing better.

    Just because most very rich people are white, doesn’t make all white people rich.

    I also grew up in California, but down in the San Gabriel valley, where we choked on smog daily.

    The people of California, in my opinion, had to be taught to hate.

    The wealthy have spent billions of dollars to make us the hateful, nasty people that we are today.

    I blame them.

  • 14. Allen Davis  |  February 9th, 2011 at 5:47 pm

    It was also Nixon who passed the Equal Opportunity Acts regarding employment, and housing. Nixon passed more civil rights legislation than any president in history, past or present. Admit it, Dolan. You’re irrational hatred for anything resembling “the man,” trumps your ability to be entirely honest in your political rants.
    If we can agree that glaring omission of facts to support an unsupportable claim is equal to telling a bald-faced lie at worst, and ignorance at best, it’s no wonder your essays should always be read with suspicion, rather than with the good-will of the reader.
    Work on that, Mr. Dolan.

  • 15. Filler  |  February 12th, 2011 at 11:18 pm


    What the fuck are you babbling about? What does Nixon’s record on civil rights have to do with this piece? Did you miss the paragraph where Dolan praised Nixon?

  • 16. Homer Erotic  |  February 13th, 2011 at 8:00 pm

    When I read about things such as the purported suicide note to which I have linked in my screen-handle, I can’t help but think that even the Wahabbist Islamic new caliphate we’re all supposed to dread would in some ways probably be a more compassionate society than the one that the Gipper’s legacy brought into being. (Though obviously, it would be rather less compassionate in the harsh bedouin patriarchal morality it would brutally enforce.)

  • 17. gt  |  February 15th, 2011 at 5:09 pm

    Attributions for those news clips would be nice. They’re really fascinating snapshots of the time, and it would be great to be able to track them down and read the whole thing.

  • 18. Wyse Guy  |  February 16th, 2011 at 6:59 am

    #25, g6hh87j, Ames responds to your point about student loans in the context of Reaganite California.

    He mentions how the improvement to the GI Bill in California, in the form of the University of California system, and free tuition, made the system better.In contrast Reagan in his own state, ruined that and created the student loan problem for UC students by instituting tuition. You may say that the GI Bill created the student loan problem across the country, but I must add that in pre-Reaganite California they had already circumvented that problem. Reagan, and his philosophy, and some of the people pushing him forward were the problem.

  • 19. Destro  |  February 16th, 2011 at 1:49 pm

    David Frum admits that since Reagan real incomes have declined for most Americans and he calls for income re-distribution. He says so in answering a reader on his latest blog:

    This is what he writes:

    Incomes policies per se don’t really work. They’ve been tried extensively in Europe in the sixties and seventies and always failed. What you’re really getting at I think and it’s an entirely valid point is the decline in real purchasing power of 80-90% of the country which has been going on apart from a brief interruption in the 90’s for thirty years. At bottom this is why all these market based solutions the Republicans keep advancing won’t work. Guess what. Most people can’t afford them and/or don’t have the expertise to manage them. The median income in this country is $55,000 when if it had continued its trajectory and received its pre 80’s share of productivity increases it would probably be in the 80’s. This income stagnation is not all the fault of Republicans, much of it is simply shifts in the labor market, but they haven’t exactly tried to ameliorate it. And that’s what were basically having to do…ameliorate it. That’s the flaw at the center of the whole supply side worldview. We’ve created an increasingly service based, high tech economy which depends for 70% of its GDP on consumer spending. How the heck are you going to continue growing such an economy while progressively impoverishing 80-90% of the people? Henry Ford had this figured out when he gave his workers high pay so they could buy his cars. The cracks were papered over with debt for about 8 years and the result was disastrous. The bottom line is we have to have some…duh…duh…dud…income redistribution…arghhh. This doesn’t necessarily have to mean higher wages but it could be cash transfers in kind like cheaper healthcare and transportation etc etc. I’m not sure whether its politicians being unable to explain it or the American people being too obtuse to take it in.

  • 20. Armen  |  February 16th, 2011 at 7:48 pm

    Fuck, dude, that was awesome! I was ten when Reagan got elected, and I remember that I instinctively hated him. You help me verbalize the trauma, Dolan.

  • 21. Skeeve  |  February 16th, 2011 at 9:02 pm

    Yes indeed, thanks for the history lesson. I grew up in Texas, not California, so the Reagan I knew was the more polished 2.0 version. I had a visceral hatred of the man and never quite understood why. He seemed harmless, even in spite of his administration’s destructive tendencies. A doddering fool at the mercy of his twisted advisors.

    Thanks for correcting that impression. He really was fucking creep, and the worst president we’ve had in my lifetime, bar none. Even the Bush creature’s heinous legacy can’t compare to the mess Reagan left behind.

    Oh, and to the person above who wrote,

    “The wealthy have spent billions of dollars to make us the hateful, nasty people that we are today.”

    You said it, brother. Americans today are a product, just like the crap we buy in our stores.

    I’m writing this from Costa Rica, where the people are not hateful, vain, Koch-sucking drones. You really have to get out of America and spend some time with real people to see what we’ve become in the years since Reagan slithered onto the national stage. Whenever anyone here asks me what my fellow Americans are like I just say, “Mean and dumb. Don’t go there.”

    It’s going to kill me to have to go back to Seattle. Maybe I should try the illegal alien thing…

  • 22. Homer Erotic  |  February 17th, 2011 at 4:35 am

    @Skeeve: If I can see how viciously mean and dumb we’ve become never, ever having left the territorial USA in my life, I don’t think I could even emotionally endure the thought of returning to the White Aryan Confederate States of Jebus Land having experienced people and cultures which are decent and normal! They’d probably have to drag me onto the plane while I wailed, sobbed, and pleaded like the Reverend Jim Baker back in the 80’s!

  • 23. Hosswire  |  February 19th, 2011 at 4:21 pm

    Zowee! One of Dr. Dolan’s best, and that says a lot.

  • 24. Mike Z  |  March 25th, 2011 at 7:35 am

    Undermines faith in humanity, this.

  • 25. spark  |  March 25th, 2011 at 9:19 pm


    This needs to be expanded to book length. It would be a companion to “Nixonland”.

  • 26. Ed  |  April 17th, 2011 at 2:12 am

    John, fantastic article. Like one of your other commenters I’m from the UK and we have a similar situation with Thatcher. She sold off most of the state’s assets, bumped unemployment up to record levels, stamped on unions, cut benefits, tried to destroy the health service, presided over inner-city riots, and generally fucked over anyone who wasn’t rich & living in London. The London-centric press praise her as with Reagan in the US. Outside of the South she’s hated with a passion. Similarly people who support her also have that weird dissonance where everyone but them is a leach on the public funds. Hence this allowed the nut-job aristocrat Cameron to get in and attempt to finish her work. However this time there’s going to be some epic opposition and they won’t get away with it.

  • 27. E  |  February 11th, 2012 at 11:46 am

    I did not know all this stuff about Reagan.

    If i werent for people like you I would not know whats “really” going on.
    Before I came to this website i was a straight, white, Republican male.
    now Im a fag.
    Thank you Exiledonline for exposing all republicans and people like them.

    The AEC speaks: You remind the AEC of that HST remark about the insecure guy who spends his time fear-masturbating to forbidden man-on-man action…”thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he’ll never know.” Relax, you’re among friends, Mr. E.

  • 28. Bill Rush  |  July 27th, 2012 at 9:16 pm

    I heard that Ronald Reagan gave Richard Nixon a handjob at Bohemian Grove.

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