* My blog caveat -Due to my condition (MS), I don’t type and must rely on the kindness of strangers to take my dictation and turn it into a blog post. Therefore, if you are offended by any mistakes (grammatical errors), my apologies..
As the New Year began, I reflected on all the New Year’s celebrations of old. I am a bit of a history geek and this week I stumbled upon an online collection of photos found in a PA mine. There was a photo of an Italian woman and her family when they arrived on Ellis Island in 1905 and another of Flappers at a soda fountain drinking milkshakes on Feb. 10, 1926. The two photos couldn’t have been more different. Yet they had one thing in common, a sense of hope for the future.
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The Greatest Generation" consists of people born in 1914-1924 after World War I.
They grew up in the United States during the deprivation of the
Great Depression, and then went on to fight in World War II.
The term, The Greatest Generation, was the title of Tom Brokaw’s 1998 book. Mr. Brokaw felt the term was deserved as the men and women of that time didn’t fight for fame or glory, they did so because it was the right thing to do and it was that attitude that made America into a superpower.
When FDR delivered his Democratic presidential nomination acceptance speech in 1932 he said, "I pledge you, I pledge myself, to a new deal for the American people." The New Deal was going to use government as form of organized self help for all people regardless of class or status across the country. For the first time, every American had a shot at achieving the American dream of success with no birthright required.
Just a short twenty-nine years later, JFK stated in his 1961 inaugural address, “And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you—ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man. Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's work must truly be our own.”
Now that 2012 is here, I can see that so much has changed. We are a country divided into red and blue states. We’re also a country where the wealthiest 1% of the country has more say than the remaining 99% of the country. We have allowed personal politics and beliefs to outweigh what is best for the (whole) country.
The last four years have been some of the toughest we’ve faced on the whole. At one point we teetered on the precipice of a financial disaster just a few hairs short of being a full blown Depression. Decisions had to be made for the good of the country, despite the fact that we were required to help bail out the very people who pushed us to the edge of the cliff.
We can debate the merits and drawbacks of the bail out until the cows come home. My question is, when are we going to put politics aside and start working toward a recovery together? “The Greatest Generation” had their differences which included class distinctions, gender bias and racial segregation. Yet they united to fight for democracy and a way of life for them, their children and countless generations to come.
The way of life they fought for has come to include programs like Medicare, Medicaid and Social Security, without which many seniors and permanently disabled people would not have survived the last four years. Some call it socialism. I call it taking care of our own. The Great Depression brought the point home as the elderly, disabled and able bodied stood on bread lines together. Now the elderly and disabled have a safety net in Social Security. My grandfather and parents have benefitted from the program they paid into during these, their silver and golden years. Moreover, with Unemployment benefits, people who’ve been laid off have a source of income while they are looking for work. It’s not a lot of money but it beats nothing.
The system is by no means perfect. Despite regulations there are dishonest people who have played the system for all it’s worth until they were caught. The problem is these are the people who make it harder for honest people who now have to jump through more hoops to get help.
Speaking of hoops, the same applies to the practices of financial institutions, which went unchecked for decades and made billions of dollars until the proverbial chickens came home to roost and set off a domino effect felt from Main Street to the most distant parts of the globe. People lost their homes, once impenetrable financial stalwarts fell and global markets tanked. Here in America it led to an extreme radical outburst instead of a measured rational response. I don’t know about anyone else but if there’s a fire, I’d rather have trained first responders than the Keystone Cops show up to put it out.
Yet somehow the real victims, average everyday people and small businesses didn’t get the same treatment when they needed help to get back on track. What particularly struck me was a recent article about the upcoming South Carolina Republican Primary in which it stated that small business owners might be a little more tolerant of a candidate who made his fortune dismantling companies and putting people out of work.
In case you haven’t figured it out. I’m a New Yorker. However, my mother was born in South Carolina. As a child, I remember visiting her home town of North, South Carolina. It was the closest thing I’d ever seen to Mayberry. There were little shops, candy stores and an ice cream shop that had the best black walnut ice cream I have ever tasted. It was classic Americana.
Fast forward thirty-seven years and this once vibrant place was a ghost town. Gone were all the mom and pop establishments. There was a gas station, Subway and a Piggly Wiggly supermarket. In order to get groceries, we had to travel fifty-two miles round trip to get to Walmart. What was more depressing was the knowledge that North isn’t an isolated case. There are ghost towns all across the country as the real back bone of our economy, small businesses, aren’t able to compete with Goliaths like Walmart.
What truly amazes me is America fiddles while Rome burns. When are we going to turn off the Real Housewives of whatever, The Jersey Shore, Basketball Wives, and Mob Wives just to name a few and pick up something other than In Touch, US Weekly, People and OK magazine to see what’s happening around us? It’s time to get involved in turning our country around and stop following the latest Twitter war. Perhaps then we will stand a chance to raise ourselves and our children to the level of the next Greatest Generation. It’s time to pick up a newspaper and read what the issues are instead of listening to a two minute sound bite (from the left or right) and call ourselves informed. The economy and jobs and the presidential election should be trending on Yahoo instead of the Khardashians or Kobe Bryant’s divorce.
Don’t misunderstand; I have nothing against entertainment or celebrities. They have their place. During the Depression entertainment served as a way to escape the problems of the world for a little while and then people got back to reality. I believe it’s time we stop anesthetizing ourselves and get involved in things that matter and not the latest cat fight, beer brawl, celebrity wedding and divorce. Somehow, I can’t picture Walter Cronkite delivering the news about a celebrity divorce or a baby bump watch. Now I can find out just as much about Hollywood and reality stars on the evening news as I did on Entertainment Tonight. What does that say about us?
In the end, I am hopeful that in the midst of the many New Year resolutions made that a few of us will resolve to get engaged in the business of getting our country back on its feet. One day, I’d like my grandchildren to say that I was a part of the second coming of The Greatest Generation. Don’t you?