> From: Bhavani <http://www.gmail.com/~bhavaniowl> > Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2016 09:11:43 -0700 > > Apocalypse Now? > > I went to bed early last night. It had been a long day. Things were > trending badly. As I kissed Judy before she went back upstairs to > the TV and I to my NYTimes crossword in bed, she said, â??I > didnâ??t want to have to wait up for the returns from Hawaii > but it looks like I will.â?? It was probably over before > then. But before I climbed into bed I sat down and wrote a note to > my daughters. This is an expansion of the thoughts I shared then. > > I have been involved in the political things since I was a kid. As > one of my aunts expressed it when meeting a friend of mine from > college, â ??All you have to know about me is that I am a > Catholic, a Democrat and a Red Sox fan.â?? I had eight sets > of aunts and uncles, To the base of a sprawling Irish working class > family had been added a German uncle, an Italian one, a Polish one > and other aunts and uncles best described as mongrels with admixtures > of many European strains. We were a mini-UN before there was a UN. > None of the families were firmly middle class save one, but, as kids, > we all thought we were. The sixteen cousins were a happy group for > the most part. There were religious differences among the families > but no religious bitterness. There was racism and probably some > anti-Semitism but, where they existed they were minor traits. One of > the activities I happily worked on in this campaign was voter > registration at Community Colleges some of which involved speaking to > classes. I truly enjoyed the atmosphere at North Shore Community > College and others because the beauty and optimism I saw in Lynn and > Danvers, Lowell and Framingham, reminded me of that period of my > life. I wanted young people to vote, to become part of the political > process. The young students themselves would benefit from > participation in the political process as would the culture and the > society in general. Part of my standard talk was to rhetorically ask > the question, "Can things be any worse than they are right now?" To > which I would provide a ready answerâ?¦"Yes. I've see it. > I've been there." (I was always the oldest one in the room) I came > of age in the 1960s, a decade that started with a sense of real > optimism. JFK's election made the future look bright and beckoning. > There were some early problems in his presidency--the Bay of Pigs, > the Cuban Missile Crisis--but we survived them and, not only that, we > survived with aplomb. Optimism was in the air. When Martin Luther > King led the March on Washington in 1963 it was a demonstration that > significant problems persisted across our country but, after > Kingâ??s great â??I have a dreamâ?? > speech, MLK and other leaders were invited into the White House to > meet with the President. Then came November 22nd and the > assassination of John F. Kennedy, ushering in a new and broadly > unsettled sense of life in our still young lives. I was twenty years > old. Still, I worked hard for LBJâ??s election. > â??Let us continue,â?? he said. And his first > couple of years were very good ones indeed. Tremendous advances were > made in civil rights and health care (at least for the elderly) and > the President wanted to deal with poverty and race relations in the > broadest possible way. But, in the same period Medgar Evers was > killed and then Malcolm X. The Republican Party nominated Barry > Goldwater with a clearly racist message. Fear of minorities found a > voice from the heartland not just the South. The Vietnam War > steadily expanded. Then came 1968, a truly pivotal year, ushered in > by the Tet Offensive which called into question the whole idea of the > Vietnam War. Suddenly Martin Luther King was assassinated followed > by Bobby Kennedy. All across the nation cities were going up in > flames while Richard Nixon stalked the landscape and thousands died > in Vietnam. The Democratic National Convention was marked with > riots, Richard Nixon came to power. The decade came to an end with > the shootings of students at Kent State and Jackson State as > thousands marched against the continuing war in Vietnam and the > Cambodian incursion. As May 1, 1970, dawned parts of the city where > I lived were occupied by national guard troops in anticipation of > thousands of angry, violence prone activists and supporters coming to > New Haven to protest the trial of, Bobby Seale, a leader of the Black > Panther Party. Army trucks with helmeted troops cruised the streets. > It was like being in a horror movies from the 1950s. As this current > election approached, I explained to the Community College students > that it is possible for domestic tranquility to disappear quite > quickly. I didnâ??t want the kind of chaos experienced in > the 1960s to return although, it must be said, our black friends have > continued to faced a chaotic and murderous reality that we did not > adequately understand or address until the cell phone camera provided > technical testimony to their status. This morning we are again at an > historic crossroads. After eight years of a scandal-free > administration led by Barack Obama we are faced with this deeply > frightening prospect...Donald Trump as President. I went to bed last > night not knowing what Iâ??d find when I awoke. But I knew > then that whatever happened...there would be work to be done. And no > one can do that work other than ourselves. God help us all.