I’m seventy-five years old today. That gives me pause. Three-quarters of a century living on this earth. Happy birthday to Pat G. and Carol H. who were birthday twins when I was in high school. I often stop to reflect on my birthday, but somehow it seems more significant this year. I wonder not only where the time has gone, but where the sense of my generation has gone.
Let me explain.
When I was in high school, I was a little strange. I admit it.
Too religious for most of my classmates. My hypocrisy was hidden beneath a thin
veneer of piety. I planned to be a preacher. They planned a party on Saturday
night. I studied to learn all I could from the Bible and from other religious
writings. And when it came down to it, I realized when I was around forty that
I was more of a pagan than a Christian—not that I was a particularly good pagan
either. According to my few Facebook friends from that era, I’ve changed
places. I’m headed for the casino on Saturday night and they’re preparing for
church.
That’s just one of the many changes. Having abandoned any formal
semblance of Christianity, I still maintain some of the basic principles that
I’ve found are almost universally held, whether in Christian writings, Moslem
writings, Buddhist writings, or Pagan writings. Every major religion has a
variation of the “Golden Rule” at its heart: “Do unto others as you would have
them do unto you.” Or:
“That which is hateful to you, do not do to your fellow. That
is the entire Law; all the rest is commentary.” (Judaism)
“No one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother
that which he desires for himself.” (Islam)
“Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find
hurtful.” (Buddhism)
“This is the sum of duty: do naught unto others which would
cause you pain if done to you.” (Hinduism)
In my positive take as a pagan, “Treat others the way they’d
like to be treated. It isn’t about you.”
Officially a curmudgeon.
When I was a teen,
and in my twenties, I was part of a generation that ended an illegal and unjust
war and promised to never again draft teens to fight rich men’s battles. We
marched for civil rights. We campaigned for voter rights. We found the 15th
amendment—“The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be
denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of race,
color, or previous condition of servitude.” 1870—or the 19th
amendment—“The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be
denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.”
1920—or the 24th amendment banning poll taxes in 1964, we banded
together to push the 26th amendment—“The right of citizens of the
United States, who are 18 years of age or older, to vote, shall not be denied
or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of age.” 1971--all to be inadequate.
When all these voter rights amendments still failed to guarantee voter equality, we fought
for the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964, forbidding discrimination
based on race, color, religion, or national origin, and the Voting Rights Act
of 1965, prohibiting racial discrimination in voting. The latter was
subsequently amended five times to expand that prohibition to extend the
non-discrimination clauses to other minorities.
We campaigned for women’s rights, including the right to have a
personal bank account, to have a credit card, to buy a house, to have access to
abortion and sexual healthcare, and to work for a wage comparable to men in
similar positions. We fought for gay rights and marriage equality, including
the right to interracial marriage. Hell, we even fought for the legalization of
marijuana!
And we succeeded! Mostly.
But as we have seen repeatedly in the past few years, the people (mostly
the men, but a lot of happy old ladies, too) of my generation have rebelled
against the threat of becoming one of those protected minorities. They
want to retain their position of power and privilege more than they want to
protect the rights of individuals.
In the past ten years, we have seen voter roll purges,
discrimination against populations who live remotely, and concentrated efforts
to disenfranchise poor voters or voters with different cultural heritages or
primary languages. We have seen the systematic destruction of women’s rights
and employment anti-discrimination. We have watched idly as whatever party is
in power manipulates re-districting to its advantage.
We have sat idly by as the Supreme Court reversed decisions of
courts in our generation and systematized discriminatory practices. We have
seen them place the religious rights of so-called Christians (no other
religions) above all other rights with the possible exception of the right to
bear arms. All so my generation can remain in power and hand that power off to
their sons.
I am deeply ashamed.
DO NOT EVEN THINK OF FORGIVING MY GENERATION! Don’t forgive us
for dismantling the rights we fought for so we can hang onto the threads of
power we wield like reins over an unruly team.
If you will be eighteen years old or older by November 5, 2024,
register to vote and make your voice heard! That’s one right we have not
succeeded in reversing. Yet. Check to be sure you appear on the voter
registration roll in your state.
And then vote, goddamn it!
I don’t care which way you vote. You are voting for your life.
If you are happy to see these fundamental rights removed, then vote for those
you agree with. If you are unhappy with it, this could be your last chance to
vote to change it. Either way, vote to determine the kind of laws and brand of
justice you want for your future.
All I ask is that you put aside hatred and prejudice, and vote
for the good of humanity. Do unto others (all others) as you would have them do
unto you.
And happy birthday to me.
