Who's gonna fill their
shoes? Who's gonna stand that tall?
George Jones
Pete Seeger is dead. He lived for 94
years and for most of them was actively working for the betterment of
his fellow human being. His music professed his love for them and
the country in which he lived. That is not to say he never disagreed
with his country. He did that often, loudly and musically. Pete
grew up in those turbulent times that went from The Roaring Twenties
to the Wall Street Crash to Bread Lines and on to WWII. Then he was
caught up in the McCarthyism of the fifties which he famously
assaulted head on. Then to the Civil Rights Era and then the
Anti-War protests during VietNam. An entire life filled with
activism of the highest order and with music and non-violence. Even
more recently he spoke up in his opposition to rising income
inequality and the current spate of tinpot wars in which we find it
so easy to become engaged.
At his passing I was wondering, “Who's
going to fill those shoes?” Who can throw himself or herself into
the fray with such unrelenting passion? When Pete took the stage
everyone knew that regardless of agreement or disagreement they were
in the presence of something greater than just the mere man that
stood before them. I was casting about in my memory for others who
have shouldered the concerns of the common citizen and carried them
for the rest of their lives. Certainly Martin Luther King, Jr. fills
the bill but, tragically, his pilgrimage came to an early end. Many
forget that Dr. King's message was not just one of racial equality
but also one of equality of opportunity and peace. It was to that
end that he was in Memphis on Bloody Sunday. He was there to take
part in a demonstration for equal pay for the sanitation workers of
that city when the assassin’s bullet took him. I have no doubt
that, had he lived, he would still be standing for those causes,
speaking truth to power. His legacy is that many other people who
served with him have taken up the cause and carried it forward
accomplishing in legislation much of the agenda about which he
preached.
The dearth of captivating figures is
certainly not due to a lack of causes deserving enough to be carried
to the streets and to the watching eyes of America's public. Racism
still exists in many forms, bigotry is the same. The decline of the
middle class and with it the American Dream of upward mobility and a
chance to participate in the expansive wealth of this nation is a
cause that is richly deserving of massive public demonstration. The
Occupy movement attempted to tap into that vein but for some reason
failed to ignite the American spirit after a promising start. The
emphasis on non-violence prevented those who hold the reins of power
from bringing the might of the state to bear so what was it that
failed to excite the American spirit.
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This is not the first time. Most
recently it happened during the Great Depression which led to many
social changes. It happened during the civil rights era when the
American public was treated to dogs and fire hoses coming out of
their televisions. This one is still looking for the spark that will
ignite the passions of those who have had enough of watching fellow
citizens in bread lines and sleeping under bridges. The goals are
the same, the obstacles are different. Social media is both a
blessing and a curse that can either pacify a restive public or
galvanize that public into action.
So, who will rise to sing the songs of
the depressed and mistreated. Who will begin to preach the sinful
nature of a lack of compassion? How will they penetrate the hearts
of the harried? David Brooks, a conservative columnist for the New
York Times said that if, a few years ago, he had been told that
economic inequality could be this great, unemployment could be this
high and we could be involved in the longest war in American history,
that we would not have a virulent progressive movement he would have
been incredulous but here we are.
My take? HELP WANTED: visionary people
to step into those shoes and walk a mile or two.
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