Imbolc Valentine Moon
Well. That happened. The 70’s.
I remember that decade as a time where great rock went to die and when the movement began to decline. The reaction against the cultural revolution, hippies and back to the land and free sex and rock and roll and feminism and black power, began to gain momentum. Last year, on November 8th, we saw the culmination of that fulmination. And, it’s ugly.
I’ve asked myself many times in the intervening years whether the 60’s were a mistake, a wrong turn, excess turned into a political rationale. There is no easy answer. Yes, excesses were common, drugs and sex in particular. Some of them though pushed us past the traditional barriers erected by our parents and the people in power. Those excesses allowed us to fight a weighty establishment which had sat on freedom for women, for blacks, even for soldiers caught in a miserable foreign policy, for decades and in some cases centuries.
Today we have the revenge of the cis-gender, straight, white, males and their allies. Shunted aside in the rush for liberty from traditional sexual and racial mores, these folks heard a man who claimed to understand their situation. To them, making America great again meant a return to a time of unconscious and unearned privilege, a time when they had good jobs and could support their families.
As I’ve written here before, how you define is how you solve. These folks see globalization and line-jumping as the primary source of their woes. Not that simple. Automation turns out to be the culprit. We’re manufacturing more than ever before; we’re just doing it with many fewer employees. Shaming corporations into leaving plants here will not do the trick, neither will tariffs on imports. We need a complete rethink of work, of the social safety net, of our common obligations to each other.
If we consider the 60’s as the thesis and the 50 years or so since then as the antithesis, we may now be moving toward the synthesis. That, I hope, is what the next decade or so will bring. I’d love to see the new culture arising from this dialectical struggle, so I hope it begins to take shape before I die.