My One Last Hurrah For Reagan
I don't want it to seem like I am dancing on the coffin of the dead but all that gibberish about putting Reagan's face on the $10 bill and on Mt. Rushmore was starting to make my tummy gurgle. If you liked him, fine! Mourn, cry, miss him. But don't deify the man. He wasn't a saint to all.
Here is yet another perspective:
Maybe they have burned in their memories the way Reagan attacked welfare programs with stories of "strapping young bucks" buying T-Bone steaks, while hardworking taxpayers could only afford hamburger, or how Reagan fabricated a story about a "welfare queen" from Chicago with 80 names, 30 addresses, and 12 Social Security cards, receiving over $150,000 in tax-free income. That Reagan picked Chicago as the site of this entirely fictional woman, and not some mostly white rural area where there were plenty of welfare recipients too, was hardly lost on African Americans.
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at 1:59 PM PDT
Updated: Wednesday, 16 June 2004 2:01 PM PDT