Our Struggle for Freedom and Civility: A Boomer’s Perspective

Don’t know about you, but I’m so tired of politics and all the things that go with it I could vomit.

There is no such thing as news anymore. The days of Walter Cronkite taking off his glasses and crying while reporting the assassination of President Kennedy or being overjoyed at Neil Armstrong taking that first step on the moon are long gone. Now it is beeps on your phone or watch giving you whatever it is that’s happening with the spin you choose to hear or see it with. It’s not news, it’s someone giving you their opinion on what’s happening.

There is something for everyone in the land of “let me tell you what’s wrong, and who to blame for it.” We have all drawn lines in the sand. You’re either with us, or you’re against us. Common ground, along with common sense, has disappeared from the face of the earth.

There are flags and signs and banners and buttons for everything on homes, in yards, on cars, buses, hats and t-shirts.

I honestly don’t know what most of them mean.

Whatever happened to every life matters? How have we gotten to one life is more important than another?

And money – The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the middle class – well, there is no middle class. There are people living in their cars, under bridges, in cardboard boxes, and federal and local governments argue on how or if to help them. People are working 2 and 3 jobs to support their families, and keep food on the table. Owning a home, or even renting an apartment is just a pipe dream, and still – federal and local governments argue on how to help them. They argue from their well-paid jobs with their lifetime health care on how or if to help them. The system is so broken.

Perhaps the fact that I’m a Boomer (I was born in 1952) is another reason I’m so tired of the game. I don’t long for the “good old days” because honestly, some of them were not so good. However, I do long for the days when no matter who was President, we had some sort of respect for the Office of President. I’m not sure there is respect or civility, for any part of our government these days.

We are a Country born from Pilgrims, with whom I share some DNA, coming to these shores in 1620 on the pretense of freedom of religion. As others came to join them in this New World, hundreds of Native Americans were killed or sold into slavery, and their land stolen. A Country born from that – and a Constitution written totally by and for white men – well. it was inevitable, even with added amendments, that this is what we would become in 2024.

We like to wave our flags and speak of freedom, but until every citizen in this Country is free – there really is no freedom. You can wave your flag and fly your banners, but until the woman next door to you is free to make her own choice about birth control -there is no freedom. Until our Supreme Court is really about the law and not money or power – there will be no freedom for any of us. Until our Representatives and Senators truly and honestly do the work of the people who sent them to Washington – there will be no freedom for any of us. And – until said Representatives, Senators and Presidents stop trying to regulate love and beliefs and focus on equal rights and a decent life for every American regardless of race, gender, income and religion – there will be no freedom for any of us.

This election – if it’s the two front runners right now – will change nothing. These would be lame-duck Presidents unable to make any changes that will truly matter. They will serve four years – and they will be done. They, along with our rights and our freedoms for which we continue to fight, are basically done before they even begin.

I’m just so tired.

Until next time…

XOXO

Believing…

You know sometimes when you read a book, and some of the words just stay with you.  They haunt you until you can no longer ignore reading them again and again until you either learn what it is you’re supposed to learn, or you realize that you may never understand, but you know in your heart they have changed you.

The  last paragraph in Mitch Albom’s book: “The Stranger in the Lifeboat” has been haunting me for months.

     ”In the end, there is the sea and the land and the news that happens between them. To spread that news we tell each other stories. Sometimes the stories are about survival. And sometimes those stories, like the presence of the Lord, are hard to believe. Unless believing is what makes them true.”

Mitch Albom’s books always touch me. But this – this has stayed with me.  Always there – always lingering.  It’s like a puzzle I’m working on, but I can’t finish it because some of the pieces are missing.

I was sitting in the very back row of my church last week filling the acolyte’s candle lighters for Sunday morning worship, when something made me stop and these words were in my head …”and sometimes, those stories, like the presence of the Lord, are hard to believe. Unless believing is what makes them true.”    

“Unless believing is what makes them true.”

So – if you don’t believe in the presence of the Lord, you aren’t going to believe in anything associated with the Lord. You aren’t going to believe in the power of prayer or miracles, or mercy or grace.  You’re going to say you don’t believe in anything, and yet – you do believe there is nothing to believe in.

It’s not about the presence of the Lord…

And these stories we tell one another to spread the news – it’s all about what we believe that makes them true.  It’s not about the stories – it’s about us – you and I. It’s about who we are and what it is we believe.  Tell the same story – word for word – on MSNBC and FOX – and what you will get are two completely different opinions on what the story was about.  

It’s not about the story…

It’s about good versus evil and what each of us believe to be good or evil.

It’s about the human condition and what each one of us believes needs to be done for the common good.

 It’s about  – do you really believe “and liberty and justice for all” or are you only interested in liberty and justice for what you believe?

It’s not about the presence of God.

It’s not about the stories.

It’s about you.

And it’s about me.

And what it is we believe.

In the end, there is the sea and the land and the news that happens between them. To spread that news we tell each other stories. Sometimes the stories are about survival. And sometimes those stories, like the presence of the Lord, are hard to believe. Unless believing is what makes them true.”

Until Next Time

XOXO