I spent most of my childhood riding horses. This is where my tight bond with horses and dogs as magickal animals came from. After all, horses and hounds go together like peas and carrots. I remember watching the riderless horse during Reagan’s funeral. I will watch the riderless horse at Bush’s funeral, and we will have come full circle.
On a personal level, my heart goes out to the Bush family. They lost a husband, a father, and a grandfather.
On a national and political level, my heart fills with rage at the sterilizing of his legacy. The Smithsonian released an article about his life long service to the country. I disagree. No president is perfect and, perhaps with the current administration as an exception, they all occasionally get something right. But we don’t get to whitewash Bush’s legacy just because he’s dead. Death is inevitable it does not get you a free pass.
He originally campaigned against civil rights.
He supported Vietnam.
He was fiercely loyal to Richard Nixon, even when it was clear he was guilty.
As a director of the CIA, he supported Operation Condor and the military dictatorships in Latin America, decisions whose repercussions can still be felt to today.
The family members of the soldiers who were killed or injured in the first Gulf War don’t get to forget Daddy Bush’s legacy.
The loved ones of the victims of the AIDS crisis in the 80’s don’t get to forget his legacy.
The LGBTQ community doesn’t get to forget his legacy.
The victims of the “War on Drugs” don’t get to forget his legacy.
We can’t forget his legacy of Clarence Thomas.
We can’t forget how he ushered in the current era of Evangelical Republican, and the irreparable harm that has done to the country and the world.
My heart goes out to the Bush family for their loss. But more of my heart goes to the victims and survivors of his policies. I see you, even if it feels like the rest of the country does not.