The golden voice of William A. Rusher has been silenced by the natural rythm of death.
Bill Rusher, who was the publisher of the National Review from 1957 to 1988, was a local force in San Francisco politics as well, and a fierce advocate for conservatism, doing battle side-by-side with the late William F. Buckley.
Bill, a Harvard man, used to attend lovely lunches where heady ideas were always bandied about. I happened to be lucky enough to attend one, and KSFO radio was blessed to have him as a regular contributor for almost 15 years. I shall miss Bill very much.
"...His colleagues are more likely to remember him as a personality, bringing a touch of theatricality to the nuts and bolts of an editorial conference. In his trademark clenched-jaw drawl, he would announce, “If Red China is admitted to the United Nations, I’ll commit ceremonial hara-kiri on the U.N. steps.” Or, in explaining why he wouldn’t accompany the rest of the staff on a week’s trip to Russia at the height of the Brezhnev period: “I will not visit the Soviet Union until I can ride over the radioactive ruins in a Sherman tank.” A young friend once said to him, after he had recited (this off duty, not at an editorial conference) a Shakespeare soliloquy, “You missed your calling. You should have been an actor.” Bill’s reply: “I’m a lawyer, and I didn’t miss my calling.”