It’s an old story, so I won’t bore you with the whole spiel. The media called them the ’60s Generation, but demographers and advertisers called them the Baby Boomers, because when GIs returned from WWII, it caused a boom in births and a bump in the population.
All during my youth, they were a big deal. Everybody looked to them to see what the future would look like. Under their reign, racial barriers came down. Whites started treating minorities like real people. Whites started marrying blacks. Kids started growing their hair long. They didn’t see the use in raising their pinky while drinking tea or maintaining the perfect lawn. They wanted to express themselves, find meaning, and gaze at their own navel.
The generation before them didn’t have a name. But then Tom Brokaw came along and named them after the fact: The Greatest Generation. And they were great, because they had real, life-or-death challenges that later generations didn’t really have. They fought for everything they got. They cleaned up the corruption that was rife within society throughout the 1930s and ’40s.
But now, those generations are under attack. A virus has targeted them. The media talks about the virus targeting the elderly, but let’s not forget that these people were a very big deal in their day. They won World War II. They brought us the Beatles, the Beach Boys, and Aretha. They took us to the moon.
Now, a small slice of American culture is saying that the mass death they are experiencing is just fine.
“Many people who are dying, both here and around the world, were on their last legs, anyway….” Bill O’Reilly said in an appearance on Fox News. “A simple man tells the truth.”
Simple, yes, although not in the way that he means it. Truth, no.
What O’Reilly is implying, of course, is that we shouldn’t mourn these generations because they would’ve died soon, anyway. Well, O’Reilly is going to die soon, anyway, too. But when that happens, I won’t go around disrespecting his life, because every life deserves dignity and respect. Some people have no class.
Texas Lieutenant Governor Dan Patrick put his foot in it, too, when he said:
“There are things more important than living,” and that those generations of Americans might be “willing to take a chance” on dying for the good of the economy.
Vicious, yes. Pro life, most certainly no.
My own mother was a member of that Greatest Generation. She remembers Pearl Harbor, blackout curtains and air-raid sirens. She was a mother when Nikita Khruschev banged his shoe on the podium. She worked hard for her Masters Degree, raised two good kids, and received her reward by retiring in a house on the hill.
My mother doesn’t deserve to be sacrificed body and soul so that a serial sexual harasser like Bill O’Reilly can try to goose his stock portfolio, or Dan Patrick can try to service the Texas oil companies by forcing people back into their cars. They built this country before us. It’s theirs. Show a little respect, why doncha.