The nostalgia merchants sell an appealing Norman Rockwell-like
picture of American life half a century ago, one in which every household was
made up of stable parents, two kids, a dog, and a cat who all lived in a house
with a manicured lawn and a station wagon in the driveway. I understand that nostalgia. I feel it myself when the world seems
too much to take. - Hillary Clinton
The controversy about the 1950s has been rekindled by an article two law professors, Amy Wax and Larry
Alexander, wrote in the Philadelphia Inquirer. They decry the breakdown
of the country’s bourgeois culture and suggest that this has resulted in
increase opioid abuse, homicidal violence, out of wedlock births and a general
decline in human capital. They
describe these bourgeois values as:
Get married before you have children and strive to stay
married for their sake. Get the education you need for gainful employment, work
hard, and avoid idleness. Go the extra mile for your employer or client. Be a
patriot, ready to serve the country. Be neighborly, civic-minded, and
charitable. Avoid coarse language in public. Be respectful of authority. Eschew
substance abuse and crime.
They explain that, “These
basic cultural precepts . . . could
be followed by people of all backgrounds and abilities.” However, they are being accused of being
“white supremacists” and their jobs have been threatened. Of course they have not come out and
blatantly suggested whites are superior.
They are using a “dog whistle.”
The University of San Diego dean called their article, “an unapologetic
paean to segregationist era America.”
Hillary
continued, “There were many good things about our way of life back then. But in reality, our past was not so
picture-perfect.” The elite
concentrate on these not so picture-perfect aspects. James Bowman wrote about the trend among historians to
scrutinize the social institutions of the 1950s: “The idea is to show us how,
when you rip away the Ozzie-and-Harriet facade of that decade, you reveal
beneath it an ugly scene of domestic mayhem that goes far toward explaining why
the phrase ‘family values’ inspires only derisive laughter among the elite.” Newsweek magazine commented, “the `50s fantasy of mom
and dad and 2.2 kids went the way of phonograph records and circle pins.” Historian David Halberstam explained, “One reason that Americans as a
people became nostalgic about the fifties more than twenty-fine later was not
so much that life was better in the fifties (though in some ways it was), but
because at the time it had been portrayed so idyllically on television.”
Hillary
tells us to “ask African-American children who grew up in a segregated society”
how perfect the 50s were, implying that they were far from perfect. As it happens, prominent Black American
have written about their experiences growing up in the segregated South. While conditions were far from ideal,
they were not as dire as progressives would portray them.
Margaret Bush Wilson, former chairman of the NAACP, reported "I
grew up in a ghetto in Saint Louis, but it was a safe and clean ghetto, if you
can imagine that. We had
hardworking families living there.
We had a doctor, a lawyer, a bricklayer and a drunk on the same
street. But now those
neighborhoods are gone.
Hardworking parents are losing control of their children. The church and the family have deteriorated. There is blood in the street.”
Ralph Abernathy, former head of the Southern Christian
Leadership Conference, described the life of his childhood in almost nostalgic
terms. His father, he said, was a
farmer, “but unlike some of our neighbors, black and white, we were not
struggling to survive on a patch of hard-scrabble land. My father owned approximately five
hundred acres of good, black soil.
To get ahead, he did three things: worked as hard as he possibly could;
led a severely disciplined and sober life; and married well. . .
(He believed) in righteousness and self-reliance . . . In a rural area where land was
available to people who were willing to work for it, it was possible for a few
blacks to enjoy both freedom and a kind of equality - one based on mutual
respect and a certain standoffishness.
(In the 1980s,) as I encounter these tragic young faces (of poor blacks)
all over the country, I remember the faces of my brothers and sisters and
cousins of half century ago. The
faces I recall are not as bitter and hopeless as the ones I see today, if only
because my father and the other adults in my family understood that economic
independence, our ultimate freedom and salvation, was achievable.”
Black columnist William
Raspberry recalls that a young man killed in a motorcycle accident was “the
only contemporary of ours to die of any cause” during his late teens and early
twenties (in the 1950s and ‘60s) Raspberry’s own middle-class children, in
contrast, could name half a dozen deaths among their acquaintances, including
several murders. Conditions in
poor black neighborhoods, of course, are far worse.
Today more Black Americans are murdered by other
Black on a yearly bases than all of the Blacks lynched during an 87 year
period. Yet there is little
protest.
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