I remember when Reagan was nominated. Most people in the country thought “no way this has-been actor will be The President”. But those of us from California knew better, and when Reagan accepted the nomination in what was at the time the glitziest RNC ever, we were saddened and felt disheartened.
But we weren’t afraid. The first Reagan years were dark and hard and filled with a dread that America was headed back into imperialist habits, and we were anxious over what a second term would bring. We worried not only about repressive government but unrestrained corporations eroding liberty. But we weren’t afraid for America’s future – we didn’t fear for the survival of the United States as a democratic republic.
Now I’m afraid.