I remember 1969, when you couldn’t escape news about the moon landing. The whole world was watching that night in July. Literally, the whole world.
“In 1973, if you turned on the TV at a certain hour there were moments when [Watergate] is all you could watch. Today, even if you want to watch something, the choices are endless and it’s easy to avoid the news.” -- @julianzelizer https://t.co/EMKBDNN2Gw— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar) July 29, 2022
Friday, July 29, 2022
Return To Never Was
I remember every space flight from Alan Shephard on; you couldn’t escape news about any of them. The Kennedy assassination in ‘63. I even saw Ruby shoot Oswald. I was 8, but you couldn’t escape it.
I was 18 in ‘73, and I remember a lot of people not watching the Watergate hearings. John Dean happened on the evening news, not live in our living rooms. The hearings were during the week, not pre-empting prime time TeeVee. They were also long, complex affairs, with questions primarily from lawyers: legal counsel for the Dems and the Republicans. It was a sign of how serious the hearings were. There wasn’t a lot of grandstanding, except from Gordon Liddy, Nixon’s version of Bannon. And the narrative was very hard to ferret out.
Dean, tapes, gaps in tapes, Haldemann/Ehrlichmann; CREEP; Ellsberg’s psychiatrist, a cast of seeming thousands. Even if you didn’t try to avoid it, you found it hard to follow.
And a lot of people didn’t try. The Nixon tapes were published, in the middle of it. They were a bestseller. I had a copy, long lost now. It achieved the definition of a classic: a book everyone praises and no one reads. I never finished it.
So don’t treat it as a nostalgic time we could all go back to “if only.” “Same as it ever was,” is much more accurate.
Posted by Rmj at 11:50 AM