Because he was a Communist, a card-carrying member of the American Communist Party. Think how his innovation in production, while enabling the general public to become automobile owners with his Model T, his factory itself was the epitome of communism. Unique, individual craftsmanship and pride in it, doing a job start to finish, was nonexistent. Each assembly line worker repeated the same task eight hours per day, five days per week. They wore the same uniforms, lived in the same Ford company housing, belonged to the same union, made the same amount of money, were entertained by the Ford company with ferry trips to parks for picnics, company ball games, women’s clubs, family health clinics, holiday parties, the latest movies, special children’s activities for boys and girls, some co-ed. Ford owned parkland, an amusement park, built public schools including a high school, and staffed them, but allowed them to be run by the state. He owned shops of all sorts in the vicinity of the main factory. Some of the stores were run by the Ford company itself, issuing Ford dollars, his own currency. He published books with maps and suggested day and overnight trips for his employees, complete with recommended inns and dining establishments, owned or receiving money in turn for advertising guess what? ...

 Unlike many Americans, especially those in rural areas and the poorest in big cities, Ford workers had it great. They had electricity, built in, not added on, to their virtually identical homes, they had refrigeration, not iceboxes, gas stoves and heat, indoor plumbing and bathrooms, city sewer, even trash pick-up. Theirs was the first neighborhood to receive US Mail delivery, and not once, but twice daily. There were company deals on household items, some groceries, and a wide variety of newspapers, books, and periodicals. Workers received annual paid vacations, something unheard of in the rest of the U.S.
 
With everything going so well, workers overlooked the fact that while their wages were stagnant and predictable, their families well provided, their bellies full, that their jobs themselves were monotonous and boring, unmotivating, lacking in creativity and a sense of pride of accomplishment, and without opportunity for advancement. The select few in upper management, however, purchased real estate, businesses, built ever larger houses, raked in exponentially increasing dividends on the unregulated stock market, and payed their investors handsomely…

Until the stock market crashed! 

Sounds like the Google or Microsoft of its day, mutatis mutandis.

There were plenty of others,  but two cars that stand out in my mind that my neighbors had when I was a kid.
This was back before they started making cars and SUV's that almost all look alike.