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I read a diary a bit ago where the author was waxing nostalgic over what they missed about the 1950s and 1960s post WWII era. The supposed benefits of the cold war etc. Mostly the economic advantages those of us white middle class had.
I too miss some things about the era I grew up in. I shall list a few of them here.
I miss climbing trees and wondering about without having to think about where I was wondering much. Fences at that time were mostly for keeping farm animals in and other animals out. There were no gated communities and you rarely saw a No Trespassing Sign. Those were usually on some official building or some such.
Science and radio were big deals. Watch Mister Wizard and Discovery were cool programs. Both explained and demonstrated things that even a 1o year old could understand. And there were great science fiction shows as well. Like Science Fiction Theater and of course Twilight Zone. But even the games show were intelligent. Like The GE College Bowl and To Tell the Truth. Or funny ones like You Bet Your Life with Groucho Marx. The original show about nothing. Mostly a venue for Groucho’s wit and (often suggestive) humor.
Intelligent talk shows with Steve Allen and Jack Parr and Dick Cavett. Intelligent cartoons like Rocky and Bullwinkle and Beany and Cecil. Dramas and plays by Paddy Chayefsky, Rod Serling , Orson Wells and Gore Vidal. Kiddy TV hosts and The Three Stooges and Our Gang Comedies and Abbot and Costello.
Schools with recess and science toys that you could actually do something with. Sure they could be dangerous but that was half the fun. Science itself was cool and fun. And the radio played music. And the musicians could play instruments.
There is something else that is also disappearing at an alarming rate these days and it is more than alarming a particular part of this country. To the extent that they are losing the minds over it. A cultural phenomena that has been depicted in the movies, on radio and in television for decades. The white christian male dominated society as presented so eloquently by Doug Muder, a 50-something ex-mathematician in his latest essay. The Distress of the Privileged. He uses the movie Pleasantville as an example.
In a memorable scene from the 1998 film Pleasantville (in which two 1998 teen-agers are transported into the black-and-white world of a 1950s TV show), the father of the TV-perfect Parker family returns from work and says the magic words “Honey, I’m home!”, expecting them to conjure up a smiling wife, adorable children, and dinner on the table.
This time, though, it doesn’t work. No wife, no kids, no food. Confused, he repeats the invocation, as if he must have said it wrong. After searching the house, he wanders out into the rain and plaintively questions this strangely malfunctioning Universe: “Where’s my dinner?”
Privileged distress. I’m not bringing this up just to discuss old movies. As the culture evolves, people who benefitted from the old ways invariably see themselves as victims of change. The world used to fit them like a glove, but it no longer does. Increasingly, they find themselves in unfamiliar situations that feel unfair or even unsafe. Their concerns used to take center stage, but now they must compete with the formerly invisible concerns of others.
If you are one of the newly-visible others, this all sounds whiny compared to the problems you face every day. It’s tempting to blast through such privileged resistance with anger and insult.
Tempting, but also, I think, a mistake. The privileged are still privileged enough to foment a counter-revolution, if their frustrated sense of entitlement hardens.
So I think it’s worthwhile to spend a minute or two looking at the world from George Parker’s point of view: He’s a good 1950s TV father. He never set out to be the bad guy. He never meant to stifle his wife’s humanity or enforce a dull conformity on his kids. Nobody ever asked him whether the world should be black-and-white; it just was.
George never demanded a privileged role, he just uncritically accepted the role society assigned him and played it to the best of his ability. And now suddenly that society isn’t working for the people he loves, and they’re blaming him.
It seems so unfair. He doesn’t want anybody to be unhappy. He just wants dinner.
Levels of distress. But even as we accept the reality of George’s privileged-white-male distress, we need to hold on to the understanding that the less privileged citizens of Pleasantville are distressed in an entirely different way. (Margaret Atwood is supposed to have summed up the gender power-differential like this: “Men are afraid women will laugh at them. Women are afraid men will kill them.”)
George deserves compassion, but his until-recently-ideal housewife Betty Parker (and the other characters assigned subservient roles) deserves justice. George and Betty’s claims are not equivalent, and if we treat them the same way, we do Betty an injustice.
Indeed this idealic world that is presented in the movie and that the author (Doug Muder) uses to make his point is crumbling all around. To the point that it no longer represents a viable voting demographic. It is especially upsetting to those who are authoritarian on the the religious/political right. Those that the republican party could count on since the time of Nixon.
It’s this domination that is under attack and it’s the threat of having their guns taken away – there by leaving them impotent and defenseless against this onslaught – that is driving them now to extreme reaction. It was bad enough that their view and place in family was being threatened by gays and women and minorities, but now they see themselves with no way to fight back. Guns – the symbol of American manhood from those John Wayne westerns to the fighting on Guadalcanal.
It’s this bullied, boorish arrogant America of the 1950s they do not want to lose. Where their word was final in all situations. Where they could get what they believed they deserved and win any argument – with a bullet if necessary. Now a black man has come out and said they can no longer behave in this manner and has threatened to remove their Smith and Wesson manhood.
And it’s just not fair.



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Thom Hartmann argues pretty convincingly that the intent of the Founding Fathers in drafting the particular language of the Second Amendment was to allow Southern states to operate slave patrols, essentially military organizations that are normally called militias, independently of the central government’s army. According to Hartmann’s research what the patrols did was to conduct regular inspections of slave quarters to ensure that slaves were not hiding weapons, pursue fugitive slaves, and organize the white population into disciplined military units based on geography.
So this amendment provides the tool for those losing privilege to claim their privilege, which is why the freedom guaranteed under the Second Amendment doesn’t apply to the Black Panther or to the American Indian Movement.
What has happened since we and most of our generation were free-range kids is that our culture has become a nation of bed-wetters. It started with the hyping of the domestic dispute kidnappings of the late 1970s into milk carton paranoia, the media hyping of every pedophile case on the planet, the invention of latchkey children, and the toxic effects of the drug war and education underfunding. And the fear for ourselves got projected as fear for the welfare of our children. It happened that Nixon hyped law and order in order to put the civil rights genie back into the bottle and roll back LBJ’s “socialism”. And more and more armed police enforcing stricter and stricter drug laws morphed into a militarized police. And the anti-abortion terrorist movement wanted to hold onto their guns to use to intimidate health care workers.
And Harlon Carter in 1977 positioned the NRA a libertarian absolutist organization on the Second Amendment, reversing NRA policy and allowing it to be used as a GOP front group just in time to push Ronald Reagan’s election–which symbolically began in Philadelphia MS, where civil rights movement workers were murdered. And they hyped the danger of crime, the need to defend yourself from (guess who), and the effectiveness of guns in doing the defending.
By the 1990s, the TV news fed the public a steady diet of local crime stories. By the 2000s, those same stories were presented nationally as if they were local. The same style of footage of black guys in orange jumpsuits, handcuffs and shackles ambling down courthouse halls.
And with 9/11, and the rise of the TSA security state, the US population went into a relatively continuous round of bed-wetting.
You might even find this interesting as well.
Slavery persisted under various disguises for quite some time. Sometimes, the paper excuse was for payment of debts. In south Georgia in the 1970s there were still areas in which the buying and selling of debts was an instrument of transferring labor. Rare then, but not totally disappeared. With 159 counties it is easy for one-to-three families to take over a rural county.
“Almira Gulch, just because you own half the county doesn’t mean you have the power to run the rest of us! For twenty-three years, I’ve been dying to tell you what I thought of you! And now — well, being a Christian woman, I can’t say it!”
“now a black man”. You hit the nail on the head. I grew up in that world and those 4 words say it all. Sad. PEACE
Interesting? Way more than that, cmaukonen; my stars. What will be written one day about our present prison-industrial-complex, with its private prisons being mandated to keep all the ‘beds’ filled?
The ‘Privileged Distress’ piece was interesting. How many of those folks are about to die off, as the gay-hating generation is? We can hope; I don’t know that the author’s techniques can be managed that well, or if his contention that ‘we need to win them over’ is so. Maybe he’s speaking of dialogues online, though, as well as personally.
I watched Eight Men Out last week, and two young boys were somewhat central characters, but seeing them travel to Comiskey Park alone…brought back memories of those day.
Interesting thoughts on how our national bedwetting was created, THD.
Came across this. It seems to fit.
Having lived in Fl. for 40 years – what I call The Confederacy Light – I can say that the laws themselves maybe gone but the attitude and thinking still persists.
I know I’ve read you say much the same before, but do you mean the young people, too?
@THD 7: lol! (It’s subset of ‘self-perception theory’ also, iirc.
Oh you betcha. I went to school with a few. And in Naples no less. Naples at that time was pretty much northern suburbia transplanted.
Interestingly enough, the “natives” – what were called Florida Crackers who live further out in the glades – not so much.