Today is Whoosh Back Wednesday, because when I get into my time machine, it makes a sort of whooshing sound, and this is Wednesday where I’m sitting.
Many of us in the United States are remarking that we live in perilous, divisive times. I claim that such times have existed before, although enduring this one seems heartbreaking almost every day. Websites, voters, blogs, pundits and editorials damn one candidate as a sexist, racist lying buffoon while others declare another one as a lying murderer. These are the major party candidates, and there are pockets around the country where each party believes the other’s candidate has absolutely no chance. Meanwhile, two other parties and their candidates prowl the stages’ edges, trying to break into the passion play, but staying mostly ignored except as possible spoilers.
But remember 1968 in America? Riots took place in Chicago, Washington, D.C., Baltimore, and other places. Anti-war demonstrations flared across the United States. Sometimes violence exploded. And then the country came together and elected Richard Nixon, re-electing him by a huge margin in 1972, only to see him impeached and gone before September, 1974….
Well, back in 1968, one musical group sang a song pleading for peace and harmony. Lyrics like these keep it germane to today’s conversations:
There is a long hair that doesn’t like the short hair
For bein’ such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
Here is Sly and the Family Stone, with ‘Everyday People’, with ‘Dance to the Music’ as a bonus.