I agree with your opening, but I'm conflicted on the rest. On the one hand the America of my youth was a safer place for kids. I remember people would sometimes leave their cars running while they ran into the grocery store and not really worry about anyone taking it. You waved at strangers on a Sunday drive, when you saw any. My mother could give me and a cousin money and a time to be back and send us running among the crowd and rides littering downtown Mobile during Mardi Gras and we'd come back safe and sound. I could ride my bicycle around the post office late into the summer evening without a milk carton appearance. You knew where your neighbors were going to be on Sunday.
You knew your neighbors.
So it's impossible for me to ignore how much more dangerous and evil the world feels by comparison, how different my approach with Jack is in the micro. That said, there were larger evils that society kept us insulated from, national ones and quieter ones that moved through our communities like snakes.
A part of me thinks it's numbers. You have a hundred people and a bad apple they contain him. You have a thousand and ten evil people it gets a bit harder. You have a million people and a mobile, much larger group and they start really impacting. And the permissiveness of the sixties has bled into a remarkable lack of cohesion on public morals and expectation. I mean just turn on your television. Two Broke Girls trades on filth that would have shocked my parents at ten o'clock. It's a prime-time, over the air hit.
I mostly agree here. There were. however, real problems in those halcyon days of clover. I'm not sure how much of this you have seen; I have seen those times when we lived in a caste system, and no one readily questioned it.
Of course, I was well insulated form the dark side of life. Even taking into consideration, the rose colored illusions among the middle class white culture, there were times I was confounded by what seemed off script. Those times when I saw those dirty crackers mocking blacks, following them in town and imitating what may have been seen in stereotyped programs, the shiftless walk. Then there were always some who went that extra step, those who broke though the tranquility, kicking, as if they were guarding against the changing tide, and yet it seemed so unreal?
They were the poor people, the ignorant, and misguided, but where did they come from, and what were they defending?
No one I knew saw any reason to question the natural order, it was the way life should be. Blacks could not go into main entrance of a theater; they had to go around the side, up the exterior steps, pay their ticket to a black man with a can, and to sit up in the balcony in metal chairs. No one really mined when a few rambunctious boys went up in the balcony, throwing popcorn boxes, after all, boys will be boys, and no one was harmed, not really, just a few black people who were asked to leave the theater, while the boys were sunk low in their seats, laughing.
There was not much notice that all, the public facilities were divided, white and colored. Our public swimming pools were whites only.
Many people my age believe the welfare system ruined black people; i never comment much on this since I know they never will come to believe not all black people were more happy in those days.
We were a very prosperous nation! Everyone worked, my father went to work in a suit, while after school I saw black people working right in our neighborhood, as maids, gardeners, and caretakers.
There was no fear, no one thought too much about children being hurt and when, or if some children were hurt, it was never made public, never if they were black people, or if it was just a domestic incident.
You can't trade every sense of standard in the name of freedom without reaping a whirlwind of some sort. So while I'm (and in light of this perhaps strangely) optimistic about us as a people in the broad strokes I do think we're going to have to stand for something more than individual liberty at some point to survive ourselves. We're going to have to couple that with a real sense of responsibility, both to one another and the nation. If we can regroup around that much we'll be all right.
Yes, you have to stand for something more than individual liberty at some point to survive.
I know this all too well. We who knew all too well, did not believe we need to forsake anything, and with that thinking, we did leave our responsibility behind, to be moved forward by a younger generation who would have to pay for our days in clover.
Sorry does not seen to cut it?