From a Washington Post column by George F. Will headlined “Trump and today’s repulsive politics echo George Wallace in 1968”:

The presidential candidate was a harbinger of the future that became our ghastly present. He carried plastic-tipped White Owl cigars in the breast pocket of his short-sleeved white shirts, greeted individual voters “How you doin’, pardner?” and had a campaign manager with the name Turnipseed — but a negligible campaign structure to manage. Perhaps the most astonishing grass-roots uprising in U.S. history put his name on 50 states’ ballots. He drew 18,000 listeners to Boston Common in Hawthorne and Emerson’s New England, far from Alabama.