David Frum has a blog entry attempting to understand the people who might support Donald Trump. He describes the feelings of a mythical 62 year old white guy who has been battered by recent events. I clearly don't fit that description but I am a bit riled up.
I'm a 75-year-old white guy who worked for a company for 28 years before it went bankrupt in 1991. The bankruptcy was a mess and a significant part of my retirement resources went down the drain. At 55 I had skills that were not marketable. My wife went back to work and I returned to college finishing my Bachelor's degree and earning a Masters and post-Masters while training for a new late life career. We survived the .com bust and the housing bust, but we both still work in our own small business.
Throughout this time, we were demeaned and stigmatized by the radio talk show hosts who made millions making liberal a dirty word. And now we have a Republican party home to the advocates of war (two of my grandsons are in the military), advocates of guns in every home, believers in the mantra that government is the problem, defenders of the resources of the wealthy, and generally macho guys and gals who with a few exceptions dare not challenge the inanities of the faux conservative talk show millionaires who feed the Tea Party patriots’ anger.
Now along comes the Republican Party passing the Ryan budget. Should I feel grateful that the Social Security and health care my wife and I benefit from is protected at a significant cost to younger generations? Pray tell, what do I say to my adult offspring, my 14 grandchildren and my two great-grandchildren? “Sorry, I’ve got mine you’ll have to fend for yourselves.” How could I justify supporting a program that does away with Medicare without any serious attempt to reduce health care costs, putting in jeopardy their senior years?
As importantly, what do I say to myself, nearing the end of my life as I wrestle with what Erik Erikson identified as the eight crises? Do I look back and believe that I lived a life of integrity or do I despair because my generation and I squandered the money that has been borrowed for the last 30 or more years as we selfishly took care of ourselves with little regard for the future of our progeny?
Or, do I continue raising at least one small voice supporting policies that may help create a better future for those that I love?