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Tue, May

Not Memes, But Memories… Of the Way Things Used to Be

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ACCORDING TO LIZ - What young leaders like JFK, RFK, and MLK in the United States, and PET* in Canada inspired in the 20th century. Men who cared about investing in our collective future. 

A future that a generation of old men – from Reagan and Bush to Biden and Trump – have laid waste to. In many ways comparable to the armchair generals who sent cohorts of young men off to the killing fields of Chickamauga and Gettysburg, of Europe and the Pacific and Korea, of Vietnam and Iraq. 

Those young men marched bravely into battle, and it is their shining hope of protecting a work ethos and vision that we celebrate this Memorial Day. 

On this holiday, please take a moment to reflect back on all that was good about America and how it can be again. If we choose to make it so. 

And now, with apologies to Alan Bergman, Marilyn Bergman, and Marvin Hamlisch who wrote the song, and a tip of the hat to La Streisand who made it so famous fifty-odd years ago: 

Oh, memories

Rustle in the vacuum of my mind

Sunlight struggling through the shadows

Blurring what was left behind.

Of the way we were

 

Memories,

Of the way things used to be –

EPA protecting people

From sea to shining sea,

Not profiteers galore


More memories.

From before the P in CFPB

Became O for Oppression Bureau.

Bringing consumers to their knee –

Who knows what more’s in store?

 

Memories

Of a Supreme Court once pristine

With probity, meting out sweet justice

Not a tool of today’s political machine,

The exploiters’ whore

 

Memories

Of universities’ inspiration:

Teaching unredacted history;

Embracing disputation

Let protesters advocate for more

 

Memories

When those welcomed by Lady Liberty

Were not despised deportees,

Dumped on the garbage heap of inequity

Prospective contributions kicked out the door

 

Nightmares

Of oil rigs in parks and on the beach

Billionaires bid on to exploit...

 

Oh, nightmares,

When the wealthy buy free speech

And laws are for the hoi polloi.

 

Sigh! Memories

Should they be only of a happier life?

Or form a cautionary tale

About a poseur serving up humiliation and spite?

            Someone for the world to abhor

 

Memories

That shape our lives today, and yet

Like the dead we now remember

Are an incentive to never forget

 

Will it be the bitter laughter

That we remember?

Or have our fears rewritten every line?

Are we doomed to continue living

The failures of this time?

 

Or can we, will we
Rebuild the hope and human charity,

Reverse the precipitous decline

Of American ideals and democracy,

Promoting all of us, not “mine”!

Broadly shared productivity

 

If we have the chance to repair what has been done
Tell me, should we?

Let love reign supreme again

Tell me, would we?

Subvert Trump’s Faustian bargain  

 

Pushing Truth Social to self-immolate.

Each of us exercising political muscle

Right now, or it may be too late.

To bring back to our country fairness for all:

An American phoenix soon to arise

To spread economic and climate justice across our skies

 

Tell me, could we?
Re-envision that long lost tomorrow
Re-engage the smiles we left behind

Forget the pain and all the sorrow

A better future for America to find

 

*Pierre Elliott Trudeau, progressive activist who dominated Canadian politics during the last half of the 20th century.

(Liz Amsden is a former Angeleno who now resides in Vermont and is a regular contributor to CityWatch on issues that she is passionate about.  She can be reached at [email protected].)