Yes sir, it was August 8, 1975 when Richard nixon resigned from the presidency. Any Comments?
Let me state this for the record. I am not …
going to go there. I was 18 and ready for the world.
I was two and a half.
Boy, was I pissed and disillusioned at the whole political process. I don’t think I ever recovered.
Actually, it was August 8, 1974. I was ten days shy of my 13th birthday.
I was born exactly 9 months and one day later, and I’m told I came late, so I guess I was sort of there. Don’t remember much about it, though.
Oops, you’re right, it was 1974. Scratch that.
yep, I was in college then (Michigan State University. remember it well. My father grousing about Nixon being “hounded out of office” (he STILL believes that).
Yep - I was 8. I have the speech on a cassette at home - my dad taped it.
Yes, I was alive.
“What did the President know, and when did he know it?”
“I told the President there was a cancer growing on the Presidency.”
“I told the President it would take alot of money, as much as a million dollars, to cover this up. He said, ‘I know where to get the money. I can get that much.’”
Sam Irving, Martha Mitchell, Archibald Cox, Elliot Richardson, and The Saturday Night Massacre (Robert Bork’s first claim to faim), Deep Throat, expletive deleted, Rosemary Wood bending over backwards (literally) to show that it was possible for her to have accidentally erased 18.5 minutes of tape, the pained look on Peter Rodino’s face when he cast his vote on the first article of impeachment, Barbara Jordan’s incredible dignity, Nixon’s incredible hubris.
“The American people need to know if their President’s a crook. Well, I’m not a crook.”
How very, very sad.
Four days shy of being 17.
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I too was 18. I remember listening to his speech on the radio at work (my very first job). All of our jaws dropped as the news sank in; we all knew that this was a first. Then that ridiculous Gerald Ford took over. That was a first, too.
I was 19 years old, just divorced, living in
Boston in utter poverty. I remember the day
being hot and very quiet. There was an eerie
stillness to it.
Ah yes, Gerald Ford: “My fellow Americans, our great national nightmare is over.”
I was 10 yrs old. I was on vacation with my family in Myrtle Beach, Sc. I remember my parents were in awe. I still have copies of the Charlotte Observer and the Dayton (OH) Daily News (my hometown paper) from that day.
I was 22 and had been working at least part-time as a reporter all through Watergate. My father held his nose and voted for Nixon in 72 because he couldn’t stand McGovern. I think he was happier than the most rabid Nixon-hater.
13, heard the resignation on radio while at boy scout camp. Earlier, I remember watching the hearings on t.v. during the summer. It was unusual for my mom to have the t.v. on during the day. Kinda had a thang for that Mo Dean!
I was 17. I remember that day well. I think that was the turn of events that led the American people to hold their president to a moral standard that had not been displayed in the past. And why we hold them to it today.
I was 5. Nixon’s resignation was the first non-family/kindergarten related event that I still remember.
I was 15, my family was on vacation in Disney World. I remember the sense of history and it finally being over with.
- At home, preparing for college. I remember we had several classrooms at high school devoted to showing the proceedings on TV. You could wander in and watch. Truly electrifying stuff, like Butterfield mentioning a taping system and, yep plnnr, the Saturday Night massacre (firings of various prosecuters). Yoicks! The heartache of Nixon resigning is something I can’t put into words. I couldn’t stand the man and I don’t know if I have ever forgiven him, but the poignancy of his parting words…very sad.
I also remember Dad saying something like “the shit’s going to hit the fan” after the Democratic Headquarters break in over two years earlier. We were on vacation, near June Lake in California. The news came through the radio and Dad made a remark about “those dumbasses.” I didn’t think anything about it at the time.
I was just a wee bairn… about a month and some change shy of my second birthday.