Fond Memories of Ronnie

Our 40th president's birthday earlier this month caused me to reflect upon how Ronald Reagan impacted my life.

In 1981, I was a young singer/songwriter, clueless about politics, when Ronald Reagan won the presidency.  An event planner asked me to perform at an inaugural ball.

Reporters asked, "Why are you here and why do you like Reagan?"  I could not help noticing the baffled looks on their faces upon hearing my reply.  "I like Reagan because every time I hear this man speak, I feel good about my country and myself."

I later learned that as a black person, I was supposed to hate Reagan.  Democrats said Reagan's talk about welfare reform was "code" for his racism and hatred of blacks.  As I said, I was young and clueless regarding politics, codes, and such.  And yet, in my gut, I knew that Reagan was a good man.

My aunt hated Reagan.  She said, "Reagan wants to cut my check!"  Even as a non-politically informed person, I noticed my aunt's bold and arrogant sense of entitlement in her voice when she said, "My check!"  Here is a woman who from as far back as I can remember lived in the projects on welfare.  I do not ever remember her having a job.  In fairness, if my aunt had a disability which prevented her from working, I never knew of it, as it was not visible.  She had five kids and a boyfriend, but no husband.

Her daughter got pregnant really early out of wedlock, with both the new teen mother and her baby adding to the welfare roll.  My aunt's drug-using sons, my cousins, impregnated girls out of wedlock, repeating the welfare government dependency cycle.

I overheard my mom commenting to my dad about how her sister practically lived in the Johns Hopkins Hospital emergency room.  At the slightest cough, off my aunt went with her child to the emergency room.  But why shouldn't she?  It was free.

So, you can understand my being taken back a bit hearing my young, seemingly healthy aunt, who had lived her whole life totally dependent on government, trashing Reagan for daring to suggest she do something for her freebies or receive a little less.

Over the years, I have grown to have compassion for my aunt.  Our lives are a manifestation of what we believe.  Tragically, my aunt had little or no confidence in her ability to succeed in America.  I believe that the Democratic Party's promoting that America is a racist country, and that blacks can survive only via Democrat-legislated government programs, contributed to my aunt's distorted view of her country -- the greatest land of opportunity on the planet for all who choose to go for it.

Ronald Reagan inspired me to believe in myself and America.

I believe that you can tell a lot about the character of a person based on how he treats "the little people" -- people who cannot advance their career or social standing.

On TV, a former secret service agent told a great story about Ronald Reagan confirming, in my mind, Reagan's greatness.  The agent said he and Reagan had been out horseback riding.  Upon their return, Reagan always prepared his horse to be put away.  On this occasion, due to Alzheimer's disease, Reagan could not remember the procedure for putting away his horse.  The agent felt bad for Reagan and was visibly upset.  Reagan, feeling compassion for the agent, said, "It's OK."

Rather than feeling pity for himself, Reagan chose to comfort his bodyguard/secret service agent.  I found the secret service agent's story quite moving and a window into Reagan's character.  The Bible speaks about Jesus, the master, washing his servants'/disciples' feet.  I believe that Reagan's attempt to comfort the secret service agent was, in essence, washing his servant's feet, thus displaying Reagan's greatness as a leader.

Inspired, I penned a tribute song to Ronald Reagan, respectfully borrowing Mrs. Reagan's nickname for the president, titled "Ronnie Stayed The Same."

Despite all of his landmark achievements, Ronald Reagan never forgot who he was.  Reagan knew how to connect with us, the American people, and we connected with him.  Mr. President, we miss you.

Our 40th president's birthday earlier this month caused me to reflect upon how Ronald Reagan impacted my life.

In 1981, I was a young singer/songwriter, clueless about politics, when Ronald Reagan won the presidency.  An event planner asked me to perform at an inaugural ball.

Reporters asked, "Why are you here and why do you like Reagan?"  I could not help noticing the baffled looks on their faces upon hearing my reply.  "I like Reagan because every time I hear this man speak, I feel good about my country and myself."

I later learned that as a black person, I was supposed to hate Reagan.  Democrats said Reagan's talk about welfare reform was "code" for his racism and hatred of blacks.  As I said, I was young and clueless regarding politics, codes, and such.  And yet, in my gut, I knew that Reagan was a good man.

My aunt hated Reagan.  She said, "Reagan wants to cut my check!"  Even as a non-politically informed person, I noticed my aunt's bold and arrogant sense of entitlement in her voice when she said, "My check!"  Here is a woman who from as far back as I can remember lived in the projects on welfare.  I do not ever remember her having a job.  In fairness, if my aunt had a disability which prevented her from working, I never knew of it, as it was not visible.  She had five kids and a boyfriend, but no husband.

Her daughter got pregnant really early out of wedlock, with both the new teen mother and her baby adding to the welfare roll.  My aunt's drug-using sons, my cousins, impregnated girls out of wedlock, repeating the welfare government dependency cycle.

I overheard my mom commenting to my dad about how her sister practically lived in the Johns Hopkins Hospital emergency room.  At the slightest cough, off my aunt went with her child to the emergency room.  But why shouldn't she?  It was free.

So, you can understand my being taken back a bit hearing my young, seemingly healthy aunt, who had lived her whole life totally dependent on government, trashing Reagan for daring to suggest she do something for her freebies or receive a little less.

Over the years, I have grown to have compassion for my aunt.  Our lives are a manifestation of what we believe.  Tragically, my aunt had little or no confidence in her ability to succeed in America.  I believe that the Democratic Party's promoting that America is a racist country, and that blacks can survive only via Democrat-legislated government programs, contributed to my aunt's distorted view of her country -- the greatest land of opportunity on the planet for all who choose to go for it.

Ronald Reagan inspired me to believe in myself and America.

I believe that you can tell a lot about the character of a person based on how he treats "the little people" -- people who cannot advance their career or social standing.

On TV, a former secret service agent told a great story about Ronald Reagan confirming, in my mind, Reagan's greatness.  The agent said he and Reagan had been out horseback riding.  Upon their return, Reagan always prepared his horse to be put away.  On this occasion, due to Alzheimer's disease, Reagan could not remember the procedure for putting away his horse.  The agent felt bad for Reagan and was visibly upset.  Reagan, feeling compassion for the agent, said, "It's OK."

Rather than feeling pity for himself, Reagan chose to comfort his bodyguard/secret service agent.  I found the secret service agent's story quite moving and a window into Reagan's character.  The Bible speaks about Jesus, the master, washing his servants'/disciples' feet.  I believe that Reagan's attempt to comfort the secret service agent was, in essence, washing his servant's feet, thus displaying Reagan's greatness as a leader.

Inspired, I penned a tribute song to Ronald Reagan, respectfully borrowing Mrs. Reagan's nickname for the president, titled "Ronnie Stayed The Same."

Despite all of his landmark achievements, Ronald Reagan never forgot who he was.  Reagan knew how to connect with us, the American people, and we connected with him.  Mr. President, we miss you.