Today is my 35th year anniversary. On this day 35 years ago my husband and I got married. I was in school he was in the Navy and after a few LONG months we moved together to his first duty station. In those days we did things somewhat differently, we got married before we had a baby. Because of the swiftness of our wedding (once we decided to get married) there were people counting on their fingers but when the first anniversary arrived without the pitter patter of little feet people stopped counting. By the time our son was born three years later my gestation period rivaled the elephant. Our second baby a girl didn’t take near as long, go figure and arrived 22 months after the first. The first one must have been a fluke. Over the coming years we welcomed what would be six little darlings into our family. All are grown mostly, with only one in high school, 4 who have children of their own, 5 who are or will be married by the end of summer.
Why did this come to mind today? Partly because it’s the day our family really began but partly because the shape of the world is such a mess. I never envisioned the complete lack of humanity that would become normal 35 years later. I remember my grandparents who lived in “Pig Town” as the poor Irish neighborhood they lived in was called complaining that as folks moved into the suburbs those who took their places lacked the morals and ethical behavior that holds civilized society together. My family was poor, Irish railroad workers who died from Consumption (TB) all except the youngest child, my grandmother. She remembered that even in the worst of times, the Great Depression, people didn’t have to lock their doors. They weren’t afraid to walk the streets no matter what time it was, that they looked out for each other but they were especially careful with visitors. They were brought up on the “Good Samaritan” gospel account. It was just how they were.
Today we have gone back to tribal living. Only now tribes contain folks who are ideologically pure instead of racially pure. The outcome of tribal war between groups is just as devastating as physical war. This group think emboldens the fanatical and makes the average person uncomfortable with either side allowing the fringe to gain foot holds where they never had before. Peter Pan children who’ve never grown up are in positions of authority playing Neverland games with the lives of those they are supposed to protect. The crock with it’s ticking clock continues to shadow the Peter and Capt. Hooks not caring which of the two he devours first. The Wendy character who brought common sense to the story has morphed into one of the lost boys and we are left with Tinker Bell , a devious, nasty, envious little person who would rather see everything fail if they can’t have what they want. Of the Lost Boys and Indian Tribes we might not even mention. They float through life, living off the government, churches and who ever they can con into bankrolling them, never getting ahead, never suffering the consequences of their inactivity.
So I apologize to my children and grandchildren for not understanding the problem and for not doing something about the problem before it got to this point. I apologize to those who came before me for letting them down and for allowing what they worked, bled and died for to become corrupted. I’m afraid that sooner rather than later the tribes are going to have to go. We are going to have to learn how to get along even when we disagree. We are going to have to learn how to deal with each other in a civilized manner or we’re going to have to learn how to exist on a apocalyptical crippled planet. It’s our choice. Not the government or the church or the corporation. We the people, us, the citizenry. It’s time we showed the bullies who the real bosses are. Time to insist that government works for us, time to let certain churches know that the days of convert or die have expired and time to let the corporations know there are things we can and will do without, starting with Hollywood and the main stream media.
I hope it is not too late. I hope there are enough patriots and civilized human beings to go around. Like those who supported Obama in the last election though, I think the ship has sailed and left us standing on the bank. Peter, Capt. Hook and Tinkerbell have all deserted us.