In this morning’s Dispatch, I celebrate the memory of my friend and mentor Bruce Herschensohn, who died Monday at the age of 88.
I first met Bruce when I was 17. His book Lost Trumpets had just come out, and I had always loved seeing his commentaries on TV, so I went to see him speak about his book at the Nixon Library. I remember my question was, “What do you think of Ayn Rand?”—whom I was just starting to read. Rather than ridicule her or belittle me, Bruce, who was certainly no Objectivist, replied, “I love Ayn Rand! The Queen of Libertarianism. I don’t always agree with her, but I think she’s great.”
I followed up that meeting with a fan letter and he invited me to meet him at the Claremont Institute, where he was then a Distinguished Fellow. From then on we corresponded, typically by old fashioned letters. I did most of the writing because he preferred his letters to be only one page long. Now I realize how much he was indulging me, and I think I realized that then, but it thrilled me—and still does—that someone I admire so profoundly would take the time. When I entered college in Southern California, I actually scheduled my classes around his morning radio commentaries on KABC, so that I wouldn’t miss any.
I think he was always disappointed that I wasn’t as interested in foreign policy questions as in domestic. But he was always enthusiastic—genuinely enthusiastic—whenever I would tell him of what I was up to, or send him one of my books. (“Always start writing your next book the instant you finish your previous book,” he told me once, and I took it to heart. When I last spoke to him, only about two or three weeks ago, he was working on one of his own.)
I brought him out to Chapman to speak about the end of the Clinton presidency, once. He objected to my proposed title (“The Clinton Years: An Obituary”) because he didn’t want to be negative about the President. He preferred to talk about what good had been done and what more could be accomplished. And I loved his sly sense of humor. I remember I saw him smoking that day. “You should quit,” I said. “No,” he replied, “if the government is this opposed to smoking, there must be something good about it.”
Bruce was probably the person in politics that I have most admired. In some ways he and I could not be less alike. He was patient, soft-spoken, an admirer of Richard Nixon—all of which I’m not. But he was profoundly principled—he refused to “con people” into voting for him—and he took the time to care about a 17 year old upstart whom he once said he hoped would run for President. I will never, ever forget him.
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