As I have grown older, I have grown angrier. I don’t like it, but it’s true. I didn’t have an easy life as a child. My parents divorced when I was four years old, and I was taken from the security of a home environment in Jackson Heights, NY to Denver, where my mother was from. As a divorced woman who was not receiving the promised child support from my father, who had immediately remarried, she was forced to take multiple jobs. I rarely saw her except on weekends. 1946-1950 Denver had a big time housing shortage, as did most of the country. As a result, we lived in rented rooms in peoples houses, and even for a time in a converted garage. By any measure we were poor, but I wasn’t aware of it.
I had a grandmother and grandfather, aunts and uncles, and numerous cousins. I started working at age 10, cutting lawns and bagging groceries at a local market. No one considered that child abuse or illegal in any way. I graduated to paper routes, first the Rocky Mountain News, a morning paper, which had to be folded and delivered starting at 5:00 AM, completely dark for much of the fall, winter and spring months. Later, I got a coveted Denver Post route which was delivered in the late afternoon, after school got out at 3:00 PM.
1950s Denver was a patriotic, western town with plenty of history. We said the Pledge of Allegiance standing, facing the flag in our home rooms first class of the day. We respected the uniformed WW-II and Korean War veterans who marched in parades on Memorial Day and July 4th. Our fathers and uncles were among them. We all felt proud to be an American Citizen.
Then, something strange happened. The “Cold War” created a class of educators who began to corrupt the students in their care. Drugs like marijuana, formerly only smoked by the dregs of our society suddenly became popular on some college campuses. Professors like Timothy Leary advised their students to “tune in, turn on and drop out” by taking LSD and other psychedelic drugs. The age of the “Hippie” had arrived. It was better to “Be Red Than Dead”, according to them. They burned our flag and spit on our Constitution.
The disastrous Viet Nam War produced nothing but over 50,000 names on a stark black wall, and the broken bodies and minds of tens of thousands of other young men and women who had honorably served their country. They came home to no welcome from many in this country. In fact, they frequently were vilified and harangued by long haired left wing college students. Two of those would end up in the White House as President and First Lady. A Commander in Chief who had dogged the draft would now be in charge of committing an all volunteer military to conflicts around the globe. Just as he would abandon his soldiers to their fate in Somalia, his wife, with the concurrence of another Democratic President would abandon another group of young men in Benghazi. Continue reading Tweet On!