250 and Still Moving toward Democracy, Freedom and Justice

Here’s wishing everyone a happy Fourth of July.

There is much for us to think about after 250 years of independence from the crown. Racism persists despite a civil war that resulted in hundreds of thousands of deaths, both by conflict and disease that was rife on the battlefields. We have moved only haltingly toward justice. We have yet to attain it; we continue the struggle. It is a struggle that goes on in every age.

With little expectation of achieving a full and final justice through political means, we can at least insist on fundamental fairness and support of the civic virtues of public education designed to provide people with the tools they need to perform the role of citizen and create an environment that is rooted in the rule of law.

The preamble to the Constitution of the United States provides the formula in the clearest and most concise terms. If we want a constitutional republic, we the people must provide its grounding.

A renaissance of public education and a revival of mature, private and free religion will set us back on the path from which we have strayed. One election will not fix it. One candidate will not fix it. One party will not fix it.

Do these things: pay your taxes; support your public schools; and practice the religion of your family’s tradition or do some reading and studying and follow a faith of your own choosing. But do not be influenced by algorithms dumped into social media by a plutocrat whose interests are to make more money and pay less taxes.

So, go out and march on No Kings Day. But that’s not enough. Vote. And here’s some advice from the church I attend: live every day as a citizen who loves boldly, serves joyfully and leads courageously. It’s a formula that can, once again, make this country the kind of place that has attracted people from other continents for all of our 250 years. And that has made us a beautiful country built on the strength of many colors and cultures.

Be proud of America. But we’re not done yet. Let’s get to work.

2020 – A SILENT GENERATION LAMENT

The cohort of Americans born between 1928 and 1945 has been called the Silent Generation. I didn’t know that I was a member of the Silent Generation until I wrote the piece below and I looked up “generation” in Wikipedia to see if I was indeed a boomer myself or, maybe, even an undeserving member of what they were calling the Greatest Generation. I found out that I am stuck in between the two. We are hardly noticed by the folks who try to generalize about the behavioral characteristics of people born in certain age cohorts.

I was late coming to the Silent Generation so my adult years were spent with talk everywhere about “boomers.” Marketing and media primarily addressed their needs and preferences. I heard so much about boomers that I subconsciously identified and, in any case, I was very nearly one myself since you could say that I was born on the cusp. But as I read more about those years between 1928 and 1945, I could see how completely my life was in the grip of that history.

What follows is very long. If you decide to read it, you will see that it is laid out like a poem. If it reads like prose to you, at least stop for a beat to think before going to the next line. Each bit of our history is loaded with plenty to think about. Yes, Truman and Eisenhower may not excite you. Ozzie and Harriet may bore you. But the kids who first learned about the world from floor model radios and small black and white screens had much to think about. And we have much to regret.

The piece is a personal project. It was completed during the 2020 election campaign and before the Biden-Harris election results were known. Although it is a hopeful sign, it doesn’t really change much. Having lived through alternating and descending stair steps down into Trump hell, I know that it will take more than a single presidential election to get us heading onward and upward again. But we must continue the struggle.

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