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Such a loveable old bigot. Tried to get elected on a segregationist party platform, but seemed to come around in the later days.
Balls. Thrumond's opinions didn't change—his constituency did.
After the Voting Rights Act of 1964 repealed the poll taxes that Thurmond had fought so hard to preserve, he suddenly found himself with a South Carolina where half the registered voters were black. Reaching out to black voters was simple political survival.
If you want the true measure of a man's character, you watch what he does when is not compelled: and until he was compelled to do otherwise, Strom Thurmond fought to uphold a rotten status quo of Jim Crow, the American apartheid.
While everybody else is falling all over themselves heap encomia on his corpse (no less a bastion of liberal journalism than NPR called him "perhaps South Carolina's most beloved native son"), let me be the first to say: Good riddance. You were an evil old bastard and I hope you're frying good. |
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