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Transcribed on February 8, 2026
My fellow Americans, this is the 34th time I'll speak to you from the Oval Office and
the last.
We've been together eight years now and soon it'll be time for me to go.
But before I do, I wanted to share some thoughts, some of which I've been saving for a long
time.
It's been the honor of my life to be your president.
So many of you have written the past few weeks to say thanks, but I could say as much to
you.
Nancy and I are grateful for the opportunity you gave us to serve.
One of the things about the presidency is that you're always somewhat apart.
You spend a lot of time going by too fast in a car someone else is driving, and seeing
the people through tinted glass, the parents holding up a child and the wave you saw too
late and couldn't return.
And so many times I wanted to stop and reach out from behind the glass and connect.
Well, maybe I can do a little of that tonight.
People ask how I feel about leaving, and the fact is parting is such sweet sorrow.
The sweet part is California and the ranch and freedom.
The sorrow, the goodbyes, of course, and leaving this beautiful place.
You know, down the hall and up the stairs from this office is the part of the White
House where the president and his family live.
There are a few favorite windows I have up there that I like to stand and look out of
early in the morning.
The view is over the grounds here to the Washington Monument and then the Mall and the Jefferson
Memorial.
But on mornings when the humidity is low, you can see past the Jefferson to the river,
the Potomac, and the Virginia shore.
Someone said that's the view Lincoln had when he saw the smoke rising from the Battle of
Bull Run.
Well, I see more prosaic things.
The grass on the banks, the morning traffic as people make their way to work, now and
then a sailboat on the river.
I've been thinking a bit at that window.
I've been reflecting on what the past eight years have meant and mean.
And the image that comes to mind like a refrain is a nautical one.
A small story about a big ship and a refugee and a sailor.
It was back in the early 80s, at the height of the boat people, and the sailor was hard
at work on the carrier Midway, which was patrolling the South China Sea.
The sailor, like most American servicemen, was young, smart, and fiercely observant.
The crew spied on the horizon a leaky little boat, and crammed inside were refugees from
Indochina hoping to get to America.
The Midway sent a small launch to bring them to the ship and safety.
As the refugees made their way through the choppy seas, one spied the sailor on deck
and stood up and called out to him.
He yelled, hello, American sailor.
Hello, freedom man.
A small moment with a big meaning.
A moment the sailor, who wrote it in a letter, couldn't get out of his mind.
And when I saw it, neither could I. Because that's what it has to, it was to be an American
in the 1980s.
We stood again for freedom.
I know we always have, but in the past few years, the world, again and in a way we ourselves,
rediscovered it.
It's been quite a journey this decade, and we held together through some stormy seas.
And at the end, together, we're reaching our destination.
The fact is, from Grenada to the Washington and Moscow summits, from the recession of
81 to 82, to the expansion that began in late 82 and continues to this day, we've made a
difference. The way I see it, there were two great triumphs, two things that I'm proudest
of. One is the economic recovery in which the people of America created and filled 19
million new jobs. The other is the recovery of our morale. America is respected again
in the world and look to for leadership.
Something that happened to me a few years ago reflects some of this.
It was back in 1981, and I was attending my first big economic summit, which was held
that year in Canada.
The meeting place rotates among the member countries.
The opening meeting was a formal dinner for the heads of government of the seven industrialized
nations.
Well, I sat there like the new kid in school and listened.
that was all Francois this and Helmut that.
They dropped titles and spoke to one another
on a first name basis.
Well, at one point I sort of leaned in and said,
my name's Ron.
Well, in that same year, we began the actions we felt
would ignite an economic comeback,
cut taxes and regulation, started to cut spending,
and soon the recovery began.
Two years later, another economic summit
with pretty much the same cast.
At the big opening meeting, we all got together,
and all of a sudden, just for a moment,
I saw that everyone was just sitting there looking at me.
And then one of them broke the silence.
Tell us about the American miracle, he said.
Well, back in 1980, when I was running for president,
it was all so different.
Some pundits said our programs would result in catastrophe.
Our views on foreign affairs would cause war.
Our plans for the economy would cause inflation to soar and bring about economic collapse.
I even remember one highly respected economist saying back in 1982 that the engines of economic
growth have shut down here and they're likely to stay that way for years to come.
Well he and the other opinion leaders were wrong.
The fact is, what they called radical was really right.
What they called dangerous was just desperately needed.
And in all of that time, I won a nickname, the Great Communicator.
But I never thought it was my style or the words I used that made a difference.
It was the content.
I wasn't a great communicator, but I communicated great things.
And they didn't spring full bloom from my brow.
They came from the heart of a great nation, from our experience, our wisdom, and our belief
in the principles that have guided us for two centuries.
They called it the Reagan Revolution.
Well, I'll accept that, but for me it always seemed more like the great rediscovery, a
rediscovery of our values and our common sense.
Common sense told us that when you put a big tax on something, the people will produce
less of it.
So we cut the people's tax rates, and the people produced more than ever before.
The economy bloomed like a plant that had been cut back and could now grow quicker and
stronger.
Our economic program brought about the longest peacetime expansion in our history.
Real family income up, the poverty rate down, entrepreneurship booming, and an explosion
in research and new technology.
We're exporting more now than ever because American industry became more competitive.
And at the same time, we summoned the national will to knock down protectionist walls abroad
instead of erecting them at home.
Common sense also told us that to preserve the peace, we'd have to become strong again
after years of weakness and confusion.
So we rebuild our defenses.
And this new year, we toasted the new peacefulness around the globe.
Not only have the superpowers actually begun to reduce their stockpiles of nuclear weapons
and hope for even more progress is bright, but the regional conflicts that wrack the
globe are also beginning to cease.
The Persian Gulf is no longer a war zone.
The Soviets are leaving Afghanistan.
The Vietnamese are preparing to pull out of Cambodia.
And an American-mediated accord will soon send 50,000 Cuban troops home from Angola.
The lesson of all this was, of course, that because we're a great nation, our challenges
seem complex.
It will always be this way.
But as long as we remember our first principles and believe in ourselves, the future will
always be ours, and something else we learned.
Once you begin a great movement, there's no telling where it'll end.
We meant to change a nation, and instead we changed a world.
Countries across the globe are turning to free markets and free speech, and turning
away from the ideologies of the past.
For them, the great rediscovery of the 1980s has been that, lo and behold, the moral way
of government is the practical way of government.
Democracy, the profoundly good, is also the profoundly productive.
When you've got to the point where you can celebrate the anniversaries of your 39th birthday,
you can sit back sometimes, review your life, and see it flowing before you.
For me, there was a fork in the river, and it was right in the middle of my life.
I never meant to go into politics.
It wasn't my intention when I was young.
But I was raised to believe you had to pay your way for the blessings bestowed on you.
I was happy with my career in the entertainment world, but I ultimately went into politics
because I wanted to protect something precious.
Ours was the first revolution in the history of mankind that truly reversed the course
of government and with three little words.
We the people.
We the people tell the government what to do.
It doesn't tell us.
We the people are the driver.
The government is the car.
And we decide where it should go, and by what route, and how fast.
Almost all the world's constitutions are documents in which governments tell the people what
their privileges are.
Our Constitution is a document in which we the people tell the government what it is
allowed to do.
We the people are free.
This belief has been the underlying basis for everything I've tried to do these past
eight years.
But back in the 1960s when I began, it seemed to me that we'd begun reversing the order
of things.
That through more and more rules and regulations and confiscatory taxes, the government was
taking more of our money, more of our options, and more of our freedom.
I went into politics in part to put up my hand and say, stop.
I was a citizen politician and it seemed the right thing for a citizen to do.
I think we have stopped a lot of what needed stopping.
And I hope we have once again reminded people that man is not free unless government is
limited.
There's a clear cause and effect here that is as neat and predictable as the law of physics.
As government expands, liberty contracts.
Nothing is less free than pure communism.
And yet we have, the past few years, forged a satisfying new closeness with the Soviet
Union.
I've been asked if this isn't a gamble, and my answer is no, because we're basing
our actions not on words, but deeds.
The detente of the 1970s was based not on actions, but promises.
They'd promised to treat their own people and the people of the world better, but the
The Gulag was still the Gulag, and the state was still expansionist, and they still waged
proxy wars in Africa, Asia, and Latin America.
Well this time, so far, it's different.
President Gorbachev has brought about some internal democratic reforms and begun the
withdrawal from Afghanistan.
He has also freed prisoners whose names I have given him every time we've met.
But life has a way of reminding you of big things through small incidents.
Once during the heady days of the Moscow Summit, Nancy and I decided to break off from the
entourage one afternoon to visit the shops on Arbat Street.
That's a little street just off Moscow's main shopping area.
Even though our visit was a surprise, every Russian there immediately recognized us and
called out our names and reached for our hands.
We were just about swept away by the warmth.
You could almost feel the possibilities and all that joy.
But within seconds, a KGB detail pushed their way toward us and began pushing and shoving
the people in the crowd.
It was an interesting moment.
It reminded me that while a man on the street in the Soviet Union yearns for peace, the
government is communist.
And those who run it are communists.
And that means we and they view such issues as freedom and human rights very differently.
We must keep up our guard.
But we must also continue to work together to lessen and eliminate tension and mistrust.
My view is that President Gorbachev is different from previous Soviet leaders.
I think he knows some of the things wrong with his society and is trying to fix them.
We wish him well.
And we'll continue to work to make sure that the Soviet Union that eventually emerges from
this process is a less threatening one.
What it all boils down to is this.
I want the new closeness to continue.
And it will, as long as we make it clear that we will continue to act in a certain way as
long as they continue to act in a helpful manner.
If and when they don't, at first pull your punches.
If they persist, pull the plug.
It's still trust but verify.
It's still play but cut the cards.
It's still watch closely and don't be afraid to see what you see.
I've been asked if I have any regrets.
I do.
The deficit is one.
I've been talking a great deal about that lately, but tonight isn't for arguments and
I'm going to hold my tongue.
But in observation, I've had my share of victories in the Congress, but what few people noticed
is that I never won anything you didn't win for me.
They never saw my troops.
They never saw Reagan's regiments, the American people.
You won every battle with every call you made and letter you wrote demanding action.
Well, action is still needed.
If we're to finish the job of Reagan's regiments, we'll have to become the Bush brigades.
Soon, he'll be the chief, and he'll need you every bit as much as I did.
Finally, there is a great tradition of warnings in presidential farewells, and I've got one
that's been on my mind for some time.
But oddly enough, it starts with one of the things I'm proudest of in the past eight years,
the resurgence of national pride that I called the new patriotism.
This national feeling is good, but it won't count for much, and it won't last unless it's
grounded in thoughtfulness and knowledge.
An informed patriotism is what we want.
And are we doing a good enough job teaching our children what America is and what she
represents in the long history of the world?
Those of us who were over 35 or so years of age grew up in a different America.
We were taught very directly what it means to be an American.
And we absorbed almost in the air a love of country and an appreciation of its institutions.
If you didn't get these things from your family, you got them from the neighborhood.
From the father down the street who fought in Korea, or the family who lost someone at
Anzio.
get a sense of patriotism from school. And if all else failed, you could get a
sense of patriotism from the popular culture. The movies celebrated democratic
values and implicitly reinforced the idea that America was special. TV was
like that too through the mid-60s. But now we're about to enter the 90s and
some things have changed. Younger parents aren't sure that an
unambivalent appreciation of America is the right thing to teach modern children.
And as for those who create the popular culture, well-grounded patriotism is no longer the
style.
Our spirit is back, but we haven't re-institutionalized it.
We've got to do a better job of getting across that America is freedom.
Freedom of speech, freedom of religion, freedom of enterprise.
freedom is special and rare. It's fragile. It needs production. So we've got to teach
history based not on what's in fashion, but what's important. Why the pilgrims came here,
who Jimmy Doolittle was, and what those 30 seconds over Tokyo meant. You know, four years
ago on the 40th anniversary of D-Day, I read a letter from a young woman writing to her
late father who had fought on Omaha Beach. Her name was Lisa Zanatta Henn and she said,
we will always remember, we will never forget what the boys of Normandy did. Well, let's
help her keep her word. If we forget what we did, we won't know who we are. I'm warning
of an eradication of the American memory that could result ultimately in an erosion of the
American spirit. Let's start with some basics. More attention to American
history and a greater emphasis on civic ritual. And let me offer lesson number
one about America. All great change in America begins at the dinner table. So
tomorrow night in the kitchen I hope the talking begins. And children, if your
parents haven't been teaching you what it means to be an American, let them know
and nail them on it. That would be a very American thing to do. And that's about
all I have to say tonight except for one thing. The past few days when I've been
at that window upstairs I thought a bit of the shining city upon a hill. The
phrase comes from John Winthrop who wrote it to describe the America he
imagined. What he imagined was important because he was an early pilgrim, an early
freedom man. He journeyed here on what today we call a little wooden boat, and like the
other pilgrims, he was looking for a home that would be free.
I've spoken of the shining city all my political life, but I don't know if I ever quite communicated
what I saw when I said it. But in my mind it was a tall, proud city, built on rocks
stronger than oceans, windswept, God blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living
in harmony and peace. A city with pre-ports that hummed with commerce and creativity.
And if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors, and the doors were open to anyone
with the will and the heart to get here. That's how I saw it and see it still. And how stands
the city on this winter night, more prosperous, more secure, and happier than it was eight
years ago. But more than that, after 200 years, two centuries, she still stands strong and
true on the granite ridge, and her glow is held steady no matter what storm. And she's
still a beacon, still a magnet for all who must have freedom, for all the pilgrims from
all the lost places who are hurtling through the darkness toward home.
We've done our part, and as I walk off into the city streets, a final word to the men
and women of the Reagan Revolution, the men and women across America who for eight years
did the work that brought America back.
My friends, we did it.
We weren't just marking time, we made a difference.
We made the city stronger, we made the city freer, and we left her in good hands.
All in all, not bad.
Not bad at all.
And so, goodbye, God bless you, and God bless the United States of America.
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