Who is Richard M. Nixon

Richard Milhous Nixon (January 9, 1913 – April 22, 1994) was the 37th president of the United States, serving from 1969 to 1974. A member of the Republican Party, he previously served as a representative and senator from California and was the 36th vice president from 1953 to 1961 under President Dwight D. Eisenhower. His five years in the White House saw reduction of U.S. involvement in the Vietnam War, détente with the Soviet Union and China, the first manned Moon landings, and the establishment of the Environmental Protection Agency and Occupational Safety and Health Administration. Nixon's second term ended early, when he became the only president to resign from office, following the Watergate scandal.

Nixon was born into a poor family of Quakers in a small town in Southern...
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Ldennison: "no event in american history is more misunderstood than the vietnam war. it was misreported then, and it is misremembered now." ~ richard m. nixon
Preshistorybot: richard m. nixon would describe west indians as deft.
Preshistorybot: richard m. nixon supported a bill to mate big pharma.
Mahomedrafiq2: similarly. richard crane was assigned by richard m. nixon. the us president. to investigate what islam is. he thoroughly studied islam. with the intent to discredit & condemn. eventually he became a muslim. allah’s hidayaat reaches those whom wills.
B_toledoh: "people have got to know whether or not their president is a crook. well, i am not a crook". nixon, richard m., 16/11/1973
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