Patrick B. McGuigan
In memory yet green, my mind lingers on the time I had a couple of minutes of one-on-one “face time” with Ronald Reagan.
I had interviewed President Reagan in the Oval Office with a group of journalists. When we finished our half-hour, I seized the opportunity to give him a copy of my edited compilation of essays on criminal justice, “Crime and Punishment in Modern America.” His friends Jack Kemp and Ed Meese were among the authors.
We chatted about the book’s somewhat unorthodox premises, including articles encouraging alternatives to incarceration for non-violent criminals, drawn from ideas about restitution and restorative justice and rooted in Sacred Scripture.
According to members of his legal staff, Reagan later directed the White House working group on federal sentencing guidelines to review the sentencing framework with the book’s principles in mind.
In the course of his eight years in office, I sat through many meetings with Reagan. Usually, the sessions were large gatherings of a few dozen people. In a handful of instances, I was able to observe him closely in smaller group settings. He was graceful, kind and thoughtful, yet you always knew he was in charge of the meeting, and of himself.
Still, those political or policy encounters are not my fondest personal memories.
Rather, I remember how Reagan treated my daughter, Erin. I kept her home from school one day, to go with me to a farewell party (a couple of dozen people attending), honoring a friend when he left a White House job during the second Reagan term.
After the president arrived but before the program began, there was some “dead time” as they used to say in radio. In a characteristic gesture, the old radio guy did not turn to one of the powerful people in the room. Rather, he turned to Erin. For a couple of minutes she was the center of his universe. He complimented her dress, her shoes, her Irish name and just about everything else.
The last memory was not in-person, as such. I wrote a book (“Ninth Justice: The Fight for Bork”) in the late 1980s about the failed attempt to confirm Judge Robert Bork to the U.S. Supreme Court. I made pointed criticisms of my favorite modern American politician – Reagan – concluding he had fumbled the ball by not advocating more aggressively for his nominee. I even criticized Meese, the best friend I had in a high-ranking post in the Reagan Administration.
When I left Washington to come home to Oklahoma in 1990, none of the criticisms mattered to Reagan, who had left the year before. He wrote a letter encouraging fellow conservatives to study my book and the lessons I drew on how the next such nominee could fare better in the rough-and-tumble of Senate confirmation.
That was classic Reagan. He never held a grudge. It served him well in a profession where grudge-holding has defined too many.
Ronald Reagan’s best friends were great ideas. An intensely private man, truly known only to his wife and a few others, he was the gentlest of souls after political conflicts, disagreements he usually won.
Perhaps it was that special grace that enabled him to restore American confidence, reach accords with the “Evil Empire” that ended the Cold War, and much more.
In 2011, at the Libertas Award dinner in Oklahoma City, Michael Reagan delivered a noble speech remembering his father as the 100th anniversary of his birth (Feb. 6, 1910).
Michael reminded the crowd that before they ever met, both President Reagan and Pope John Paul II had been the object of nearly-successful assassination attempts. On the days they were released from hospitals after assassins’ bullets nearly took their lives, both men had knelt quietly at their bedsides, forgave their attackers, and prayed for them.
Later, they did meet, and their behind-the-scenes collaboration would seal the fate of Soviet communism.
In great things, so Reagan (president from 1981-89) was in little things – like the ups-and-downs of politics. He was forgiving of critics as diverse as Ted Kennedy and Pat McGuigan, George H.W. Bush and Thomas P. “Tip” O’Neill.
What a privilege and a blessing to have known him. His greatest lessons were learned from his parents, Nelle and Jack, both of whom had learned from the Great Teacher:
Love one another. Forgive, that you might be forgiven. The greatest gift is charity — love.
From his example I have discerned that, in the end, those are the greatest lessons of all. On February 6, 2019, people across the nation he loved and served so well will remember the day he was born in Tampico, Illinois, in 1911.
This essay is adapted from CapitolBeatOK commentaries posted in 2011 and 2015, on the occasion of Reagan’s birthday. An educator and journalist, McGuigan is a member of the Oklahoma Journalism Hall of Fame, and the author of three books and editor of seven. He is publisher of The City Sentinel newspaper in Oklahoma City.