It’s hard for me to describe how much I once loathed Richard Nixon. As a college student during the Watergate scandal, I imitated his voice and entertained my friends with allegedly clever monologues. When he quit on the cusp of impeachment, a bunch of us cracked open a bottle of champagne and recorded our chortling on an audio cassette. I firmly believed, along with millions of others, that Nixon was the lowest human being ever elevated to our highest office and that his track record of anti-constitutional crimes would never be surpassed.
Jeez were we naive.
Presidents get reassessed all the time - historians used to sneer at Harry Truman; now he’s in the top 10 - but Nixon seems doomed to a basement ranking by dint of his serial abuses and aberrant behavior. Bugging his own office, ordering the Watergate coverup, and ranting on tape about “the Jews” will stain him for eternity. Nevertheless, there’s cynical wisdom in a line delivered by John Huston in the classic film Chinatown: “Politicians, ugly buildings, and whores all get respectable if they last long enough.”
Which is my way of saying that when you compare Nixon to the current vile authoritarian, the former looks so good that I’m tempted to wallow in nostalgia and give the guy his due. In today’s MAGA Republican party, he wouldn’t make it past the New Hampshire primary.
Think about it: At least he wasn’t stupider than a slab of cement. At least he wasn’t a useful idiot of the Russians. At least he didn’t send people to storm the Capitol after narrowly losing the ‘60 presidential race. At least he had some respect for our institutions; when the Supreme Court ruled against him in ‘74, forcing him to release the Oval Office tapes, he quickly complied. When fellow Republicans told him that there were sufficient House votes for impeachment and that it was time to go, he went. He actually went.
But that’s just for starters. Check out these points of comparison:
I say all this without minimizing the traits that so many of us despised - his lies, his paranoia, his willingness to enlist aides in criminal schemes that landed them in jail. He was ultimately destroyed by his own treachery and taught a generation of Americans to distrust their government. He also ended the draft, championed college loans for the poor, and create the OSHA workplace safety agency. The complexities never cease.
And as loathsome as he often was, he never inspired eight million Americans to flood the streets against him on a single day in all 50 states. That alone tells the tale.
Some 30 years ago, I covered an event at the Nixon Library in Yorba Linda, California. Walking the grounds with a colleague, I said, “Hey, isn’t he buried around here somewhere?” My companion said, “You’re standing on him.” I leapt as if my feet had been scorched. I looked down and, yes, there he was.
Today, acknowledging his upside, I owe him a semi-salute.