“Imagine all the people living life in peace. ..Imagine all the people sharing all the world… I hope one day you’ll join us, and the world will live as one.”
I was a child of the sixties–the 1960’s. It was a time of protest against wrong, a time of standing up for what you thought was right! Yes, there were drugs and other vices like at any time, but most of us were idealistic young people, who truly hoped, and believed we could change the world.
In 1966, I joined a singing group called “Up With People” along with one of my best friends Dee. We were part of a local group called “Sing Out South”. We put on shows about equality and the importance of ALL people. Being part of that group helped shape me as a person. My politically liberal mother was in full support of this group, loved it like I did. My more conservative, judgemental father wasn’t so sure, he thought it might be “communist backed” and might get our family put on one of Hoover’s subversives lists”! However, he did not forbid me to be in the group, so sing-out and expand my horizons I did!
In the Fall of 1967, I went off to college. I studied, and grew, but I also began to find my voice, my courage, and joined like-minded friends in protest lines! I stood in lines almost exactly like the one above, scared to death I would die that day, as the National Guard stood 3 feet in front of us! Now I realize what a part of history we were. We stood for civil rights, we stood against the Vietnam War, we stood for women’s rights. You might say we were very passive. but of course some weren’t. Marching and protesting have been around forever as ways to express your differences in opinion, often from the government. The goal is to get a lot of attention, to make others think of different choices, of different ways to act, different laws to make–supposedly in a peaceful manner.
Let me make it clear. We (the people I knew who protested.) were not against the soldiers, some of my best friends and family members were in Vietnam, we were against the killing, the dying…we wanted our family and friends home. We wanted to find a way to live in harmony. Sometimes I think we could use a bit of the sixties here in 2015, seems like things have gone awry big time sometimes. People do express their unhappiness, not always in a peaceful manner.
Civil rights, the death of racism…it is so hard for me to believe it still exists in 2015, but it does. All you have to do is listen to the political exchanges, watch the news, and it is loud and clear, and not very peaceful either.
I pray one day we can talk to each other, accept each other, support and respect each other. I literally pray for this–seems to me, a good Christian would.
After my death, if God allows, I will be working for peace and inclusiveness in our world from the other side! LOL Surely there must be some angels up there who would join with me in moving this earth in a different direction, a more peaceful direction. I want to say, “So watch out you bad guys, I’ll haunt you until you change your ways!” –but that doesn’t seem very peaceful, does it? LOL