I can understand his confusion and anger. At the end of World War Two there was only one colossus bestriding the globe -- and that was us.
We Won. And we got our Just Reward.
We were the biggest, and the baddest, and we had Gawd and The Bomb on our side. (Not necessarily in that order.) We had the factories and the money, we had the know-how, and no matter how you sliced it ... We Were The Good Guys. The United States could do just about anything ... and we were poised to do just that. All Americans had to do was go to work, cash their paychecks, and start buying the American Dream as advertised on their new television sets.
Grimly determined to keep his American dream, he didn't mind when they brought out the dogs and the fire hoses. When the cops attacked in Chicago, and the National Guard started shooting up Kent State ... he didn't mind at all. He wanted his country back. He wanted to go back to the time when We Had Won. He wanted to go back to the time when he didn't have to remember to say the word Negro, instead of the word he had used his entire life. He wanted to go back to the time when all the Women, Negroes, and Children did what they were told. He wanted to go back to Pleasantville, where Ozzie and Harriet and "The Beav" solved their problems in under a half hour because Father Knows Best in a black and white world.
The Republicans promised they'd get back that paradise for him and he supported them until the day he died.
As Jeffery Deaver wrote:
You can't see it, but it's always present.
Run as fast as you can, but you'll never escape it.
Fight it with all your strength, but you'll never defeat it.
It kills when it wishes, but can never be brought to justice.
What is it?
Everybody standing in our way
was going to die.
I'd pontificate as only the righteously stoned could. There will be No More War. There were over 8 million Vietnam-Era Veterans. Two and a half million of them had cycled through Vietnam. We would never allow another Vietnam to happen again.
Discrimination would vanish by the time we hit our mid-thirties. We were free of the racism our parents and grandparents dragged around with them.
The Equal Rights Amendment would become a reality because in 1972, it had passed both houses of Congress and we were the people who were going to vote to ratify it.
The unlawful drug we were passing around would soon be legal. We were the ones who would vote to overturn all anti-marijuana laws.
They might have the guns, the cops, and the politicians on their side, but we had the more powerful weapon. We were going to outlive the bastards.
Well ... If Alan Greenspan can admit he made a HUGE mistake, then I too can say a belief I held for about 20 years of my life was absolutely overwhelmingly wrong. And I won't recant like that weasel.
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