
         This year’s centenary      of Ronald Reagan has been     a source
 of dissatisfaction to me. Most analyses      or commentaries seem to miss
 the point, and the rest are still somehow      off. That’s persisted for
years.
1 My previous attempts to assess      him and his times,
works, and legacy are especially insufficient.
2    This  issue
is a new attempt to address some aspects of Reagan I think have   been  underexamined.
                    
                    
Reagan as Family Choice
               
               The 1980 presidential election was the first I followed. Reagan
   was   the   overwhelming choice among the adults on both sides of the
family.    Reagan   was one of the few politicians the family’s ever esteemed
and the   only one   to garner such broad support.
3  
               
               In retrospect, Reagan took positions on the issues of the
day   that   jibbed    with my family’s, socially conservative and essentially 
 libertarianistic       in outlook, and articulated those positions better 
 than my relatives,   all    of whom could express themselves quite well.
4 
 They also liked   that  Reagan  was good with      a quip.
5 My 
 relatives grumbled about the state of a union beset      by stagflation, 
social decay, and international weakness, created by the          
corporatist     warfare-welfare, managerial-therapeutic 
  state, and presided over by   “that damned Carter,” as my paternal grandfather
  called him with amused  disdain during     a large family gathering in
the  
axial     summer of 1980.
6 
       
       This developing familial consensus contradicted what  I’d been gleaning
   all  year from the media, school, and the general gestalt in my social
   democratic-leaning  town in a  social democratic-leaning  state, at least
   among the “right-thinking”  sort.
7  And yet everywhere  I went, 
 in town  or elsewhere, I saw a profusion  of Reagan  bumper stickers  and 
 lawn signs.
8  My family eschewed the campaign  paraphernalia, 
 weren’t  the type to be animated about politics, but they also clearly weren’t 
  among  the “right-thinking”  sort, in a gleefully defiant manner. A family 
  anecdote  goes that an in-law  to-be on Mom’s side of the family met the 
 
Baltimore  relatives  and remarked,  “I never 
 met so many Archie Bunkers in my life.”
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