Once upon a time, my generation was the largest generation the world had ever seen. The post-war baby boomers were a huge population bump and that is probably how we managed to get some stuff done. Or, more accurately, we thought we got some stuff done. We believed we’d passed some good laws. We were on our way to making life better for the poor, the old, and the disabled. You didn’t have to worry about wire hangers for an abortion. There was viable birth control. Computers created a whole new industry.
Earth Day. The Civil Rights movement. Medicare. Medicaid. Cutting emissions. Recycling. Peace in the middle East. Walking on the moon.
And then, time circled back and suddenly, no one cared about any of the things we fought for. Younger generations accused us of being the bad guys. Funny, but I thought we were the ones who stood up and fought back. We tried our best to do our best for us and future generations, but those future generations decided voting was pointless and protests were meaningless, They let all the gains we made slip through their fingers like sand in an hour-glass.
The ultimate idiocy was, of course, our most recent president who, with fangs bared, set out to intentionally destroy any gains we made. If I were a Christian, I wouldn’t see him as my leader. I’d see him as the anti-Christ. If ever we managed to find true evil to run our government, he was it.
In 2020, we elected a better president, but he is old. I like him and believe he has our best interests at heart — but I wonder how much he can really accomplish?
I think he was an anomaly and unlikely to be repeated. My generation and Garry’s are disappearing faster with each passing year. COVID didn’t help, but really, time has done most of the damage. We no longer have the voting power we had when we were that huge generation. Now, the kids who seem to think we are useless are going to have to stand up and be counted. If they don’t, nothing will ever be set right.
There seems to be more energy in my granddaughter’s generation and with all my heart, I hope they succeed is staying the course. We tried, but it seems all the success we thought we’d gained is gone. The world has gotten to be a very strange place. These days, I don’t feel like I fit in. I’m not sure if I’ll ever fit in again.
It’s a very peculiar feeling recognizing you are too old to fight those battles. My brain is ready, but the rest of me is ready for a long vacation in a warm place with tall umbrella drinks. I’ll settle for a warm day on the deck and the chirping of the birds.
The baton was passed. I sure hope they are hope to the challenge because it’s huge. They have to fight all the same battles we fought plus a bunch of new ones that are the result of the gains we made not being made permanent or meaningful.
It turns out, the battle to make the world a better place is never over. You fight and the you have to keep fighting just to keep from losing ground.