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Over on Rabookie’s blog a couple of days ago, I mentioned a letter I had written to President Richard “Tricky Dick” Nixon back in 1969, and a couple of people have asked to see the letter.
Apparently I’ve always been a rather copious letter writer, though probably not on the order of, say, the late Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran to his secret lady love in the USA. And not all of my letters have been love letters.
Before the advent of e-mail, I wrote a great many caustic and/or whimsical snail mail letters to corrupt and lying politicians, idiotic corporations, and various other duplicitous ne’er-do-wells whose hypocrisy I deplored. And if you can believe it, I’ve saved all this crap, among many other pieces of paper of no interest to anyone but myself, in 7 filing cabinets and assorted cardboard boxes. After much searching, I finally located the letter to Nixon.
Here’s the setup. In 1969 Dick Nixon was in the White House, and the war in Viet Nam was in full swing. The body bags were piling up on the Saigon loading docks and on the evening news. Tricky was not yet talking about the withdrawal of our troops from Viet Nam on the basis of “peace with honor”, and Watergate had not yet happened, to disclose once and for all time his profane lack of personal and political integrity.
I, meanwhile, was in college, having already dropped out once and hightailed it back when I was reclassified 1-A by my local Chicago draft board. I had a low draft lottery number. I was struggling mightily to stay in school and graduate on schedule so as to meet the draft board’s mandate of “making normal progress toward one’s degree”, a requirement if one were to maintain the deferment and escape the dreaded war in Viet Nam. I was, to coin a phrase, a chickendove.
In the spring quarter of 1969 I was somewhere in my junior year and had as yet elected no major, a “minor” problem that was eventually resolved by creating and receiving grudging approval for a “special major”, an interdisciplinary concept which had been newly inaugurated in the permissive ‘60’s. (It was, as it happens, “Urban Education”.) I did know that I had no interest in or aptitude for the hard sciences. But there were “distributive requirements” to be fulfilled, so I was taking a Chemistry course for non-science majors. A “gut” course, as we called them back then. The course required that we read a few books, and write a paper.
Being a rebel even back then, I did what I wanted to do, and the devil take the hindmost. My solution to the paper requirement was a 2.5-page letter to Tricky Dick, based on one of the books I had read. And here it is, below.
Caveat: If I were to write the letter today it might be a bit more articulate and caustic, containing vocabulary words that Nixon’s Press Secretary would not be familiar with. It would be gender-neutral; the women’s liberation movement was in its infancy at the time, and I went to an all-male college. It would, had I given the matter greater consideration, have taken into account the necessity for a Constitutional amendment. But I was a callow youth back then. What did I know?
A discerning reader may also note the implications for my own current mental state. ![]()
Anyway, here’s the letter, verbatim, complete with the date that I finally mailed it to the White House. I hope you appreciate all the typing. This was, after all, written in the days before personal computers.
[My home address at the time]
July 13, 1969
President Richard M. Nixon
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Washington, D.C.
Dear Mr. Nixon:
In a chemistry course at Dartmouth College, I became aware of a fact which made me call into question your qualifications for the office of President of the United States, the single most crucial role to the development and destiny of our Great Nation. This new awareness has greatly exacerbated my already-deep skepticism of the wisdom of your policies and those of your Presidential predecessors, as manifested in your involvement in and escalation of the Viet Nam war; your abortive, almost totally ineffectual attempts at solving the present domestic racial crisis; and your continuing inattention to the mounting problems of environmental pollution. Without dwelling on the specifics of these problems since, in fact, my hypothesis transcends them, I wish to propose both an explanation for and a solution to the more general problem of incompetent and in fact detrimental White House leadership.
As you know, the minimum-age requirement for Presidential candidacy is thirty-five years of age. Ostensibly, this is because age implies experience; thus, the older a man is, and consequently the more experienced he is, both in the workings of government and in “the art of living” in general, the more competent he is assumed to be in his duties as President. However, my hypothesis refutes this assumption.
In a book by Lawrence Lessing, DNA, At the Core of Life Itself (for which he was awarded the 18th annual Albert Lasker Medical Journalism Award), I learned that bio-chemical experimentation has proved fairly conclusively that learning and memory are closely related to the production of RNA (ribonucleic acid), which in turn is responsible for the synthesis of proteins necessary for the proper functioning of the brain. This RNA in the brain is produced both in the neurons (nerve cells) and in the glial cells which surround each neuron. The theory was first formulated, after extensive experimentation, by Holger Hyden, a Swedish neurobiologist, and has since been substantiated by other scientists. It holds that “in the acquisition of new sensations or learning, modulated sensory impulses trigger in the neuron and its glial cells the production of specific RNA of a type not present in the cell before. These molecules of RNA store the memory of each impulse and are then available for its re-evocation.” (Lessing, pages 71-72) Many research experiments, of which Lessing cites numerous examples, have recently suggested that retention of memory, learning, and other brain functions are dependent on RNA-protein synthesis.
The reasons for my concern over your capability to lead a nation stem in large part from the fact, as Lessing goes on to point out, that the brain deteriorates with age. “Brain neurons, unlike most of the other body cells, do not divide or replenish themselves after development, and show only moderate growth through life…The penalty is that gradually neurons die and are not replaced. After a man reaches about thirty-five, on the average, he loses an estimated 100,000 neurons a day.” At the same time, “the brain’s glial cells continue to reproduce at a slowing rate.” (Lessing, pages 75-76; emphasis mine) The consequence is that after the age of thirty-five the brain’s crucial supply of RNA begins to diminish rapidly, since both of its sources deteriorate with age. Thus the proteins necessary for the brain’s proper functioning are produced in increasingly smaller and less sufficient quantities as a man grows older, and his ability to learn and to remember what he has learned is correspondingly impaired.
It follows from all this that, if the President of the United States (who is, after all, a man like the rest of us) becomes less and less able to learn from his day-to-day experiences as President, and also to call upon the experiences which he has accumulated during his lifetime (and even if he is elected at the age of thirty-five, something which has never happened in our country’s history, he is starting at a disadvantage), the age-experience rationalization is rendered invalid. Thus a man over thirty-five is, in fact, less rather than more qualified to be President, and the responsibility of the Presidency should be delegated to a man under thirty-five.
I therefore call upon you, President Nixon, in the interests of both science and humanity (two fields whose interests coincide so seldom that it is significant when they do), to voluntarily “abdicate” your “throne” as President of the United States, and to turn it over to a younger man, a man under thirty-five, a man whose neurons and glial cells are still capable of dealing with the critical problems which face our nation today.
Respectfully and patriotically yours,
[My signature here]
P.S.: If you do follow the dictates of reason and conscience (for once) and decide to step down, may I suggest the man whom I feel would be the best choice for your Presidential successor – Mark Rudd.
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