This is
not just an accidental association. It is his chosen signature.
Remember, he was an enthusiastic birther and has gone on to embrace
every sinister paranoid fantasy since.
These
are not ghosts you can raise just when it seems convenient or because a
particular crowd might thrill to them and then when the time comes to
govern you can waive aside and pretend you never summoned them. You lie
down with dogs, you get up with fleas. And these fleas carry the disease
of virulent hatred and discord.
I
have a sense for these things. I am not, like Judge Gonzalo Curiel, just
the child of immigrants but an immigrant myself. I was four years old
when my family and I fled Prague just after the Nazis invaded. I was 13
when I raised my hand and swore an oath of allegiance to the United
States and became a citizen. That was a privilege and it was an even
greater privilege when Chief Justice Warren Burger administered a very
similar oath to me and I was able to serve my country and the
Constitution as Ronald Reagan's solicitor general.
I
am a student of the history of the man and the movement who drove me
and my family out of a young but prosperous and real democracy. He
ranted and gestured and whipped up his people with streams of hatred and
invective for those he accused of betraying them, stabbing them in the
back, polluting their "race," and promised that, if the people would
follow him, tomorrow would belong to them.
I
only met Ronald Reagan, the president I served, once for any length of
time. He hosted a lunch at the White House for the justices of the
Supreme Court and the members of his administration who worked before
that court.
Reagan sat across from
Thurgood Marshall and that whole lunch he and Marshall laughed and
joked and swapped football stories. My mother, who had revered President
Franklin D. Roosevelt as the savior of Europe, loved "Ronnie," but not
his neckties.
I
could see why she admired him. He was a firm but good man, who hated no
one, who could work with Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev in Reykjavik
to start ridding the world of nuclear weapons, yet tell him to his face
with a genial grin "Trust, but verify" in painfully learned Russian, and
who could stand before the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin and say, "Mr.
Gorbachev, tear down this wall." And he never once told people how smart
he was -- he was smart and secure enough to think it was to his
advantage to let people underestimate him.
Can
you imagine him insulting a Gold Star mother, casting obscene
aspersions on a woman reporter who had done her job -- on Fox, indeed --
by tough questioning, pledging to round up and deport 12 million
undocumented men, women and children? One of Reagan's iconic moments had
to do with tearing walls down. Trump asks forever to be remembered as
the man who will build a "great wall."
Trump
tells us that we need to rebuild our schools, roads, bridges, airports;
so does Hillary Clinton. But he is going to cut everyone's taxes in
order to pay for it. I believe her; I don't believe him because what he
promises is simply unbelievable. And now he tells us Mexicans are great
people; that maybe he won't deport all those people after all; that the
insults he hurls about like confetti were not really meant to hurt
anyone's feelings.
This is a man
about whom the best you can say is that he doesn't believe anything he
says. After that, it's downhill all the way. Hillary Clinton will give
us a decent, competent, understandable government. That's plenty good
enough for me, and considering the truly dreadful alternative, it's good
enough for increasing numbers of my fellow Republicans.
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