You, who are on the road, must have a code, that you can live by.
And so, become yourself, because the past, is just a good bye.
Teach, your children well, their father's hell, did slowly go by,
And feed, them on your dreams, the one they picked, the one you're known by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you you would cry,
So just look at them and sigh, and know they love you.
Cosby, Stills, and Nash
I do not have much faith in my generation. Somehow we lost our nerve. I have more confidence in the generations following us. Somewhere after the Greatest Generation (my parents), the Baby Boomers (not quite that either…) and the Yuppies, Millenials or Gen Y's there are kids who are getting it.
Hopefully by our words, deeds and actions we passed on OUR values and ideas. Not those "professed" by the Religious Right who use a Good Book to justify their own superiority and scorn for all those unlike them. Not the values of Corporate American who believe that "profit justifies the means." Not those of people who spread lies, hate, misinformation and fear for power and political gain…….
My granddaughter (yikes!) attends University of Cincinnati, majoring in Design (horrors!) and she is starting her second internship in NYC…….Mecca for creative folks. For a week, she is with school friends in Cape Cod, before going to her one room in the city. Other relatives of the friends came down from Boston. Oil meet vinegar…..
She tweeted her mom, my daughter of course, that she was NOT enjoying this too much (and even her friends were a little uncomfortable). Seems like everyone was broaching politics and it was hitting a nerve. "Why is everyone so bigoted? They just want to get rid of all the 'brown people', etc.'' She was caught unaware that large segments of the population are not accepting as she/we are.
Her mom just said, "you have to remember that these people were raised to think and be a certain way…it is small thinking. But that does not mean they are bad people..they just don't know any better, and don't care to change." She said, "thanks for raising me the way you did, Mom."
See, my kids and grandkids were raised with all sorts of people…we moved a lot, just as I did in earlier years. Their friends and our neighbors were all colors and creed, some were church people and others had seen the inside of county jails. There were trips to see the Nutcracker Suite Ballet, and even more Van Halen or Black Sabbath concerts. There were people coming to grips with their homosexuality and couples that had been together for years. There were part-time jobs in pizza joints and roofing businesses. Then there came the banking business, restaurant management and fire departments.
I just pray (in my no-longer-Southern-Baptist way) that those things they learned as kids, and imparted to their kids will be enough to redeem what I see happening in this country. And I wish the rest of us with the same mindset weren't so scared to death to actually say and show how we feel about it.