I grew up during the Cold War, so I can remember when the worst thing one could be called was a “communist.” And the term was used freely to discredit those one did not agree with…
I will always remember when my sister was born. My Mother suddenly discovered “Dr. Spock’s Baby Book” and it became second in importance to her to the Bible. She walked around constantly with her dog-eared, worn paperback copy and quoted it constantly. No matter what the subject, she had to go to the index and see what Dr. Spock recommended.
This made my father crazy. It was always “Dr. Spock” this and “Dr. Spock” that. One day, he grabbed her copy of the book and threw it in the diaper pail. He said: “Goddamit, Lou, Dr Spock is a Communist.”
That shut her up and she never quoted him again. To her, and most people of that era, there was nothing worse than being a communist. She never quoted Dr. Spock again.
As a sidebar, the diaper pail was where the kept my sister’s soiled all cotton dirty diapers. This was before Pampers. A service would come around periodically and take them away and leave clean ones. It was kind of like a human litter box.
And,I might add, my sister’s subsequent fashion choices later proved one could not learn an appreciation for natural fibers through osmosis.
Now, I question how we have reached the point where people are not outraged by Trump and his cohorts openly consorting with Communists like Putin and Communists interfering in our elections. It’s a different world….and how did we get here?
When I was born, my father made my Mother go right back to work at her receptionist job and I was left with my Grandmother and Aunt Goldie to spend most of the first few years of my life in the Mill Village. I’ve always been grateful for that. I was never one of them, but I knew them well.
This gave me an exposure to uneducated, working people who I would have missed had this not happened. I may have gone to an expensive College and be an over-educated liberal now, but I spent a lot of time growing up with poorer, less educated people. And I later worked with more of them in the warehouse of my Father’s company when I was in my teens and in the mill myself during my college summers.. I’m not a silver spoon Progressive.
And I wonder what these people and the people in my family would think of the world today if they were still here…
How did we get here? The idea that Trump and his cohorts associated with Communists who possibly interfered with our elections would be enough to make most of these people disavow him right away.
But then, this was before Brietbart and Fox News….
And before “Conservatism” became a middle-class ideal.
My parents rode the post-war wave to prosperity. They moved from the Mill Village to a nice ranch house on the other side of town. They did very well financially. For a while…
You see, you have to have a somewhat firm financial position to have the luxury of embracing Conservatism. My parents were the first Republicans in our family.
But my father always lived to take advantage of every Veterans Administration program he could qualify for….and this became particularly important when he was ravaged, physically and financially, by cancer in his 50’s. He lived for and by government programs then. We were caught by the safety net. This all changed by the time my Mother had Alzheimer’s, but that is another post….
But what would these people say today?
My great Aunt, Big Mary, with her pictures of JFK and FDR on the wall…
My Granny, who was the one of the few people I have ever known who did not see Class or Race, but only saw people. Period. Who walked from the hills of West Virginia to Danville to find a better life in the Mill….who knew we were all in this mess called life together. And thought we had to try to take care of each other and lift each other up.
My other Grandmother, who was crushed by changing times, broken dreams and financial failures to the point she spent most of her later life in a state funded mental institution.
My Uncle Wiseman, who was agorophobic and didn’t leave the house for 30 years. Even he was too fond of channel surfing, by hand on the TV, not to just stay on Fox News….
My Aunt Goldie, who always referred to former Charlotte Mayor and former Republican Congresswoman Sue Myrick as “that bitch.” Well, I know what she would say….
But these people all knew the government had a role in making life better. And they knew that manners and common decency was important. And they feared the “reds”.
But they are gone. And I don’t think they would recognize their children and grandchildren today….