The Last Norman Rockwell Generation

Many of my ‘Boomer’ generation will fondly remember the iconic magazine art produced by the gifted American Illustrator, Norman Rockwell, whose imaginative Saturday Evening Post covers captured the quintessence of American life during the 1930s, 40s, and 50s. I grew up at the tail end of Norman Rockwell’s America, a world which has long since evaporated into the mists of our nation’s social history. And while it wasn’t a perfect world it was nevertheless a time of relatively stable family life and national cohesion. In that society men worked hard in the mills and factories while wives and mothers anchored their families and neighborhoods by their at-home presence. Neighborhoods were true neighborhoods, not cookie cutter subdivisions or gated compounds. Over 90 kids lived on my block alone. We all played (and fought) together, walked in batches to school, or sneaked off to the nearby drug store soda font. Small independent ‘AG’ grocers and butchers within easy walking distance dotted the landscape. At dinnertime a mass migration ensued, each to his or her own home for the family supper.

Though we didn’t realize it at the time, it was the end of an era. America reigned as the world’s industrial power. We produced goods and services on a scale never before imagined in human history. But dark forces were already at work in the higher echelons of corporate and governmental power, forces bent on subjecting ordinary Americans to mass mind control techniques intended to enrich and empower a few at the expense of the many. The purpose of this covert social engineering experiment was to re-wire our brains and emotions and root out that annoying American trait of ‘individualism’ which was grounded in the nuclear family. Therefore the family, long the primary unit of social unity and moral authority, was to be gradually edged out of its vaunted position by a gaggle of ‘expert authorities’ in government and education. The large private corporations cooperated in this transfer of power away from the family unit by undermining the economic independence of individuals, especially fathers, and reducing workers to dependent wage slaves.

Thus World War II became a kind of benchmark after which we were no longer truly free and sovereign citizens but rather unwitting captive specimens in a nation-wide social science laboratory. And so we ‘Boomers’ were raised and educated in an increasingly corporate dominated ‘collectivist’ social framework where enterprise and independent thought were being slowly but surely squeezed out by a new ethos based upon institutional conformity. ‘Company men’ and ‘team players’ became the new social and economic paradigm supplanting the former ‘independent farmer’ mindset. In fact, the self sufficient family farm itself was in free-fall by 1950 alongside countless rural communities withering on the vine.

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The Sins Against Posterity

“For indeed the days are coming when people will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed.’ At that time they will say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us,’ and to the hills, ‘Cover us!'” (Lk 23:29-30)

My generation, colloquially known as the ‘Boomers,’ is arguably the first generation in history to largely embrace the notion of reproductive sterility as a positive good. This fulfills a prophesy made by our Lord, Jesus Christ, to the women of Jerusalem even as He was bearing the cross to his place of execution on Golgotha. Only a nihilistic culture which has no vision or hope for the future would celebrate barrenness as a desirable outcome. Only a generation steeped in this negative neo-Malthusian mindset would view its own offspring as a threat to its greater enjoyment and happiness. Only diseased minds and frozen hearts could ever conceive of human life not as a promising asset but as a dangerous liability which threatens their world, yet such is the mystifying conclusion which a great many of the Boomer generation came to accept as gospel.

Children, who had historically been considered hallmarks of family success and assets to society were, after 1965, increasingly dismissed as disposable liabilities. We lost any sense of shame about killing our unborn children, and in fact ostracized and shamed those few who were still willing to defend pre-natal life. Such attitudes inevitably create a jaded and cynical disposition regarding all human life, thus the terrible slaughters we now see in Ukraine and Gaza are either defended or casually dismissed by the very same crowd which was so greatly incensed by killings during the Vietnam War. I watched incredulously throughout the 1960s and 70s as my generation, virtually all raised with a Christian outlook, glibly swallowed the ‘Chicken Little’ overpopulation hoax of alarmists like Paul Ehrlich (author of “The Population Bomb” 1968) and sugar coated with a massive dose of Margaret Sanger’s contraception propaganda. And in fact, within a decade, that pervasive sexual revolution had blinded a whole generation to the true meaning of love and responsibility, and dispelled any concern for the good of future generations.

Ideas such as these have real world consequences. For if one generation is allowed to simply kill off its progeny for convenience sake, then what logically follows is a right to institute generational malpractice and pilferage. For if it’s okay to kill off your descendants for any reason, then what is to prevent one from robbing them blind? Whether consciously intended or not, this attitude insures that succeeding generations will be poorer, smaller, and saddled with the debts and problems bequeathed to them by their self-indulgent predecessors, the Boomers. Today’s demographics clearly bear out this phenomenon.

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