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Apr. 02, 1990: Plastic Is Tougher Than Steel
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TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
Apr. 02, 1990 Nixon Memoirs
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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EXCERPT, Page 44
Plastic Is Tougher Than Steel
By Richard Nixon
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<p>[(c) 1990 Richard Nixon. From In the Arena, to be published in
April by Simon & Schuster, Inc.]
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<p> Pat was one of our greatest First Ladies. She was a superb
and dignified goodwill ambassador who deeply believed in the
importance of personal diplomacy. She championed the cause of
volunteerism, especially the Right to Read program. Through her
leadership, the Parks to the People program built parks that
poor people could visit. She established special tours of the
White House for the handicapped and personally raised the money
to light the mansion at night.
</p>
<p> In spite of these accomplishments and countless more, I
think she would prefer to be remembered for another reason. It
was hard for young people to grow up during the turmoil of the
1960s and 1970s, particularly children of celebrities. With
their father subject to massive attack, Tricia and Julie
survived it all thanks to the strength and serenity of their
mother. They couldn't have done it without her.
</p>
<p> Since we left the White House, Pat has never made a speech,
accepted an award or been interviewed. We entertain friends and
family at home but turn down the invitations we receive to
highly publicized events. But despite being out of public view
for 16 years, she has been on Good Housekeeping's
ten-most-admired-women list every year. I know why. Most
people, even if they are basically happy, do not have an easy
life. Some have had disappointments, others have suffered
defeats. Many have experienced tragedy. Pat relates to these
people, and they to her.
</p>
<p> The resignation was harder on her than on me because she
thought it was a mistake to resign. I still marvel at how she
was able to go 48 hours without sleep while she supervised the
packing of all our personal belongings for the move to San
Clemente. My near fatal illness in California was also a
greater burden on her. I was physically, mentally and
emotionally drained, so in addition to keeping up her own
spirits, she had to sustain mine.
</p>
<p> After we left the White House, it did not seem possible that
she could bear any more. I followed my usual practice of not
reading the criticism being heaped on me. But she insisted on
keeping informed. One day a well-meaning member of our staff
sent her a particularly vicious book written by two Washington
Post staff members. It was the last thing she read before
tragedy struck.
</p>
<p> On the morning of July 8, 1976, I went into the kitchen at
Casa Pacifica to get some coffee. I noticed that Pat seemed to
be unsteady and that the cup and saucer were shaking in her
hand. The left side of her mouth was drooping. I hoped it might
have been caused by an insect sting, but I knew better. It was
a stroke. As we rode together in the ambulance to the hospital,
her left side became paralyzed. Her speech was slurred and her
mouth contorted.
</p>
<p> Bouquets of flowers and get-well messages poured in from all
over the world. But only she could handle this crisis. No one
else could help her. Before she left the hospital, her speech
difficulty had disappeared. But her left arm hung limply by her
side.
</p>
<p> Our home in San Clemente had a beautiful Spanish inner
patio. She had an exercise wheel installed on one of the walls.
Day after day as I left to go over to the office, I saw her
standing there, turning the wheel around and around again. At
times she was disappointed because there seemed to be no
visible improvement. But she never gave up. Before the year was
out, her recovery was complete. Doctors did not do it for her.
Her family did not do it for her. She did it by herself, which
is characteristic of her whole life. My critics in the media
called her "Plastic Pat." What they did not know was that her
plastic was tougher than the finest steel.
</p>
<p> When I make appearances these days, I am most often asked,
"How is Pat?" Considering what she has been through, she is
remarkably well. You would never know that she had suffered a
stroke. She no longer participates in public events but devotes
all of her time and energy to her children and grandchildren.
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