So we are to spend a day remembering Nixon.
Well, I remember Richard Milhous Nixon. I remember his disregard of students shot dead by the National Guard at Kent State. I remember his sending drafted cannon fodder to die in Vietnam. I remember his carpet bombing of Vietnamese peasant villages. I remember his support of the dictatorial Shah of Iran and his violent opposition to democracy in Chile.
In more recent years, I remember this paranoid, power-hungry little man as a speed-writer, churning out thick books that seek to remake his image into that of a wise statesman.
I remember Nixon, but I will not mourn his passing.
Dale S. Turner
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