Showing posts with label Baby Boomers. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 03, 2016

THE BOOMERS

Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree

THE BOOMERS
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As my hair now starts to turn grey, I feel very proud to be a part of one of America's greatest generations.  We came together - Black and White - to danced in the park as kids in dashikis, Afros, and with flowers in our hair, and we did our very best to make America live up to its professed ideals. We used to say, "Don't trust anybody over thirty" with their antiquated ideas.  Now we have children older than that.  The years have flown by like minutes, and now we're dropping like flies, but we showed the world how it was done.  We loved, we partied, and we raised hell.
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 Where are those idealistic kids that we once were? I thought time was standing still and I would be young forever.  But time hasn't stood still. Now when I brush my teeth in the morning I'm looking at that crotchety old guy that I never took seriously as a youngster.  I thought I just missed  a "love-in," not forty years!!!    It's unreal, because I don't feel that way.  I'm still thinking the very same thoughts that I did in my twenties, and I've held up pretty well.  But now, with grey hair sprouting like Spring, and "my babies," whose jaws I so loved to kiss now in their forties, and my beautiful young wife that I loved so desperately in the grave, it says it all.  I now have grandchildren older than I was when my late wife and I fell in love.

But in spite of all that, sometimes I forget how the time has flown, only to be reminded by life in no uncertain terms, like when I run into young gangsters in the liquor store and they say, "What's happening OG (original gangster)?" Or like a couple of months ago when I noticed this gorgeous woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties staring at me in a restaurant. I have a woman so while I was flattered, I just nodded and smiled. But before she left, she turned around and started walking toward my table. As she was walking toward me I was thinking, "Wow, how am I going to get out of this gracefully?"  But when she got up to the table she said, "SIR, I really love your salt and pepper beard. It reminds me of my father's . . . before he died." I could barely hide my disappointment.  So life is telling me that I'm clearly no longer a kid, and I have more life behind me than I have to look forward to.  

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Where has the time gone!!!?  I want a do-over!!!  I want to hear Charlie Parker, John Coltrane, and Dexter Gordon for the first time again. I want to hear Aretha singing "Skylark," and I want to turn on my radio to the voice of "Mr. Kicks, the Jammin' Jai Rich." I want Jimmy teaching me "BEAD" on the saxophone, and dazzling me with a flurry of 16th notes to "A Night In Tunisa," and Miles brooding to a lady name Stella on a sultry Summer night. I want Tollie Strode back to tell an impressionable teenager that "Excuses are the tools by which, with incompetence, we build monuments of nothing."  I want Malcolm back, and Martin, and Huey.  I want Rick Holmes, telling me it's "Rick's Affair, with the melodic, lyrical, powerful sounds of jazz." And I want my eyes to rest upon those proud young sisters walking in the park in mini skirts, with beautiful brown thighs, Afros, and hooped earrings again. I want to hear a young Don Carnelius saying, "You can bet your last money, it's gon' be a stone gas, honey,"  and I want to walk into a room and see a beautiful young woman's' eyes saying, "He might work."
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I want all that back. I want to relive the sixties and seventies - but savor it this time, with the understanding that once it's gone, it can never be recaptured.  This time I won't take it for granted, I swear. But I guess that's what heaven is all about, playing a bad imitation of John Coltrane to congas and gyrating beauties in Griffith Park, and nurturing sweet dreams of what life holds in store.

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BEST MAN AT CHARLES MEEKS' WEDDING
SHOWING OFF MY PRECIOUS BABIES -
I STILL SEE 'EM THIS WAY, AND IT SEEMS 

LIKE YESTERDAY.
Yes, I want all of that back, but that said, I take great pride in being a part of the greatest and most artistic and knowledgeable generation that America has ever known, and I'm proud to say that spirit continues to live in me.  We were a part of one another, and we continue to live in each other's soul.  Whenever I see a brother or sister whose hair is turning grey, I feel a very close kinship to them. I say to myself, "They were there, and we are one."
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We were about love, and knowledge, and celebrating life. We were about anti-war, anti-bigotry, and people coming together, regardless of their race, creed, color or sexual orientation. We were engaged, and we held the establishment's feet to the fire. We forced a president to resign, ended mandatory conscription, demanded the end of a war, and we forced equality for women and minorities.  We had it together. The world had never seen anything like us before.

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So I want to take this opportunity to say, well done Boomers. Yeah, we got a little high and raised a little hell at Woodstock and a jazz festival or two, but we had style, and intelligence, and we did ourselves proud. History will remember us fondly . . .  And just think, they tried to call us crazy.  America should be so crazy today.
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But Boomers, we have a job that is yet to be completed. Those of us who are still around need to dedicate the rest of our lives to transforming America; our brothers and sisters who are now gone expect it of us.  So let us keep the flame burning, and not let them down.

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ONE FOR BOOMER

Receding hairline, failing vision,
hair now turning grey,
an aging boomer in final protest,
Father Time his foe this day.
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Donning his headband, tie-dyed jeans,
and scorched draft card of protests past,
he set out for one last battle,
as in his youth that had quietly passed.
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Ode to an aging Boomer,
a different kind of man;
colleagues all now in the wind,
as he makes his final stand.
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But he found no placards or the sound of Trane,
no passionate speeches in the gentle rain,
no pretty girls wearing mini skirts,
and no solemn guards on pig alert.
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All he found was a new America,
and more freedom across this land;
the fruit of his struggle
for women's equality,
and the rights of his fellow man.
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He found Martin, Chavez, and Malcolm X,
all standing by his side;
He found Thomas Jefferson
and all his forefathers
beaming down with pride.
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He found minority children across this land
whose reach now exceed their grasp;
He found Jim Crow angrily cursing him,
as he takes his final gasp.
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He found pride as an aging boomer,
more hero, than common man;
He found a quirky old fart embraced by history,
for having the courage to take a stand.
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Alone, an aging Boomer,
fellow travelers now in the wind;
but one last time he limps to his trench,
to defend his fellow man.




Eric L. Wattree
wattree.blogspot.com
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Religious bigotry: It's not that I hate everyone who doesn't look, think, and act like me - it's just that God does.

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Monday, December 29, 2014

A CALL TO ARMS FOR THE ENLIGHTENED GENERATION: LET US MAKE OUR FINAL ENCORE MAGNIFICENT!

Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree
 
A CALL TO ARMS FOR THE ENLIGHTENED GENERATION:
LET US MAKE OUR FINAL ENCORE MAGNIFICENT!
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The generation of "Baby Boomers" that came up during the 50s and 60s will forever be remembered as the "Enlightened Generation." We were special. The world had never seen anything like us before, and for the most part, the nation still reflects just how special we were. We were just idealistic kids, but we got it right. We embraced knowledge, educated ourselves, and then demanded that this nation adhere to the values that it professed to hold dear. Even this nation’s founding fathers found it expedient to comprise some of their values, but we didn’t compromise even one, and the fact that this nation elected its first Black president on our watch - a mere fifty years after Black people were being attacked by police dogs for exercising the simple right to sit at public lunch counters - will forever stand as a monument to the astounding impact that we’ve had on this nation. But we got yet one more task to perform before we move on. While we're still around, we’ve GOT to educate the young people of this nation to begin to follow in our footsteps.
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As we’ve aged, our numbers have began to diminish, so the nation, and the world, have started to backslide - and it didn’t happen spontaneously. It was a planned and orchestrated attack against everything we represent. It started nearly 35 years ago under the Reagan administration. First they began to attack public information by abolishing the "Fairness Doctrine." The Fairness Doctrine provided that if any television or radio station in America broadcasted a purely partisan perspective on a public issue, they had to provide equal time to the opposing point of view.
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The doctrine’s purpose was first, to keep the American people informed, and secondly, to prevent the demagoguery that we see today on Fox News, and it served its purpose well. It provided endless public debate on every public issue, and that, in turn, served to keep the nation informed of every side of every issue. In addition, a person like Rush Limbaugh couldn’t have existed under the Fairness Doctrine, at least, not unless he had a liberal sitting right next to him who could challenge every lie he told. But some stations found that too combative, so they simply gave a liberal a show with equal time that immediately followed shows like Rush Limbaugh's.
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But conservatives found that when the people were informed of the facts, the conservative point of view always fell short. That’s why it was so important to them to abolish the doctrine, so they could spew their lies and propaganda with impunity. Then after they successfully got the doctrine abolished, conservative-leaning corporations began to buy up all the media outlets across the country, effectively shutting out the liberal perspective from the American people. It got so bad under George W. Bush that only conservative commentators were being broadcasted to the troops in Iraq. I tried to take up the slack by communicating with the troops online, and I had quite a following. But after a while, a military commander contacted me and politely asked me to cease and desist. He said that I was hurting moral. I found that to be both a profoundly significant, and an extremely telling point of view. If truth hurt moral, what did that say about the mission? 
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After the conservatives effectively blocked the liberal perspective from the airways, they then turned to our educational system. They used tax laws and various other measures to attack and defund our educational system in order to ensure that the generations that followed the Baby Boomers didn’t have the educational background to become independent and critical thinkers. As a direct result of the machinations of this Corporate/GOP alliance, today many people with college degrees lack much of the knowledge that the enlighten generation was armed with when they entered high school. That’s why it’s routine to hear the Republican base make statements like, "Barack Obama is un-American - he’s involved in a socialist plot to insure my family against catastrophic illness." Many in the Republican base actually accept such gross stupidity as logically valid. Personally, I find the fact that people’s minds can be manipulated to that level of stupidity kind of scary.
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Thus, the brutal attack that's currently being waged by conservatives on the nation's educational system that's been ongoing for the passed thirty years, is in direct response to what the enlightened generation was, and who we remain to be.
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We hold the distinction of bringing America closer to what it professes to be than any generation in the history of this country. So we, as a generation, possess the quality of intellect that rabid conservatives are doing their very best to ensure never arises again. We are a direct threat to their agenda to convert America from being a democratic republic, to becoming a corporate feudalist state, where they can lower the standard of living of the American middle class to one that conforms more closely to the global economy, where in many countries, workers make less per week, than many American workers spend on lunch per day.
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And they’re coming very close to achieving that goal. A Princeton University study has declared that the United States is no longer a democratic republic; we’re now an oligarchy that’s controlled by the rich. The top 5% of the nation now control 72% of the wealth, and the bottom 80% of Americans only control 7% of the wealth. This has come about just since the Reagan administration. But consider this. Once the bottom 80% of Americans only control 5%, then 3%, and then later, none of the nation’s wealth, our children - both Black and White - for all intent and purposes, will be slaves. Thus, this is no longer a struggle about merely race - race is now only used to keep the poor and middle class divided. We are now knee deep in a CLASS struggle, and it’s the most dangerous threat to the American way of life that the nation has EVER faced.
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So as Baby Boomers, this nation’s enlighten generation, we have yet one more task to perform for this nation. We must do our best to see to it that our legacy lives on. It is essential that when we leave this Earth, that we leave our spirit behind - we owe it to the nation, we owe it to our children, and we owe it to our passionate brothers and sisters who are now in the wind. That is my life’s mission, and that should be the mission of ALL of us who are still around. We must muster the strength to come together for one final rally against those who are out to destroy our children’s way of life.
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America may not have always lived up to its ideals, but what made it special was it had ideals. That’s what made a generation like ours possible. But that’s no longer the case. Radical conservatives have changed that. At one time Americans could look forward with optimism, but not now - they’ve changed America into an ugly, evil, and dark place of mass suffering (when was the last time you saw a conservative who wasn't mean and hateful - in spite, of their professed Christian values). At one time politicians of different political persuasions could work together to further the interest of the American people, but not now - radical conservatives routinely hold the American people hostage in order to promote their malevolent agenda, and will vote any one of their number out of office who wants to act responsibly on behalf of the people.  At one time politicians sought to inspire, but not now - conservatives seek to anger, and turn one American against another. That’s the only way that they can survive, because their agenda is so toxic to the American way of life that they have to appeal to the very worst in the nature of humanity in order to generate enough hatred between one American and another to get them to vote against their own interest.
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So America needs us more than ever. We may no longer have the vigor that we once had, but we still have the passion, and not only that, we possess the most potent weapon that the domestic enemies of America will ever face - knowledge. We are the most knowledgeable people in America, so as we prepare to leave the stage, let us remind these chumps what we’re made of, and let our final encore be one of love for our children and grand children. Instead of simply saying good night, let us leave them with the gift of love, happiness, and the kind of security that we enjoyed.
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So as we prepare to make our final exit, let us come together one last time and tell our children, "Don’t worry, babies, We got this!" And after we’ve defeated these scoundrels, and as we walk out the door after our final curtain, let us not forget to leave a message for history . . . "All You Need is Love." Only then, will we be free to join our brothers and sisters in the mist, with our heads held high.
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ONE FOR BOOMER
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Receding hairline, failing vision,
hair now turning grey,
an aging boomer in final protest,
Father Time his foe this day.
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Donning his headband, tie-dyed jeans,
and scorched draft card of protests past,
he set out for one last battle,
as in his youth that had quietly passed.
.
Ode to an aging Boomer,
a different kind of man;
colleagues all now in the wind,
as he makes his final stand.
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But he found no placards or the sound of Trane,
no passionate speeches in the gentle rain,
no pretty girls wearing mini skirts,
and no solemn guards on ‘pig’ alert.
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All he found was a new America,
and more freedom across this land;
the fruit of his struggle
for women's equality,
and the rights of his fellow man.
.
He found Martin, Chavez, and Malcolm X,
all standing by his side;
He found Thomas Jefferson
and all his forefathers
beaming down with pride.
.
He found minority children across this land
whose reach now exceed their grasp;
He found Jim Crow angrily cursing him,
as he took his final gasp.
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He found pride as an aging boomer,
more hero, than common man;
He found a quirky old fart embraced by history,
for having the courage to take a stand.
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Alone, an aging Boomer,
fellow travelers now in the wind;
but once again, he limps to his trench,
to defend his fellow man.
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Eric L. Wattree
Http://wattree.blogspot.com
Ewattree@Gmail.com
Citizens Against Reckless Middle-Class Abuse (CARMA)
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Religious bigotry: It's not that I hate everyone who doesn't look, think, and act like me - it's just that God does.
 
  

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Monday, March 07, 2011

ONE FOR BOOMER



Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree

ONE FOR BOOMER


Receding hairline, failing vision,
hair now turning grey,
an aging boomer in final protest,
Father Time his foe this day.

Donning his headband, tie-dyed jeans,
and scorched draft card of protests past,
he set out for one last battle,
as in his youth that had quietly passed.

Ode to an aging Boomer,
a different kind of man;
colleagues all now in the wind,
as he makes his final stand.

But he found no placards or the sound of Trane,
no passionate speeches in the gentle rain,
no pretty girls wearing mini skirts,
and no solemn guards on pig alert.

All he found was a new America,
and more freedom across this land;
the fruit of his struggle
for women's equality,
and the rights of his fellow man.

He found Martin, Chavez, and Malcolm X,
all standing by his side;
He found Thomas Jefferson
and all his forefathers
beaming down with pride.

He found minority children across this land
whose reach now exceed their grasp;
He found Jim Crow angrily cursing him,
as he took his final gasp.

He found pride as an aging boomer,
more hero, than common man;
He found a quirky old fart embraced by history,
for having the courage to take a stand.

Alone, an aging Boomer,
fellow travelers now in the wind;
but one last time he limps to his trench,
to defend his fellow man.
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Eric L. Wattree
wattree.blogspot.com
Citizens Against Reckless Middle-Class Abuse (CARMA)


Religious bigotry: It's not that I hate everyone who doesn't look, think, and act like me - it's just that God does.

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