My first lesson in political polarization came when I was in second grade. The assignment was to find out who the president was when we were born. These were the days before Google and none of my friends had the answer, so I turned to the only people in my life old enough to know.
It was Jimmy Carter, Dad told me – and by the way, he was a total failure. But Mom chafed at that. Jimmy Carter was a good man, she told me. He believed in peace.
Here was my introduction to the divide between Red and Blue America, which ran straight through our house: Dad, the son of Nixon Republicans, a Navy veteran, a small businessman; and Mom, the social worker from blue collar Waterbury, Connecticut, the daughter of a nurse who unionized the city hospital.
It was also my introduction to Jimmy Carter, whose presidency is part of the foundation of the deep and intractable political divide we know today.
To the right, to Red America, it’s an essential ingredient in the legend of Ronald Reagan. After all, in any good story, it can’t be mere mediocrity that the hero saves everyone from. It has to be a crisis. So for Ronald Reagan to rescue America, he couldn’t just follow a disappointing president – he had to follow the Worst President Ever.








