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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

We were never innocent.

That word is invariably used to describe what changed in America 50 years ago Friday, when a dashing young president was murdered in Dallas. But the word has never been quite right.

Anyone who was 40 years old the day John Kennedy died had already lived through global economic collapse, factories silenced, smokestacks stilled, bankers selling apples on street corners. She had seen the agricultural heartland dry up and blow away in towering black clouds of dust, the former tenants dispossessed and forced to flee. She had seen war on a scale that beggars the imagination, mass murder in numbers that blaspheme God and a nuclear sunrise over Japan. Just the year before, she had seen the world teeter on the brink of another nuclear catastrophe.

We were not innocent.

And yet, something did change when Kennedy’s motorcade executed that hairpin turn onto Elm Street and Lee Harvey Oswald pulled the trigger of that mail-order carbine. After that moment, something was different, something was lost — and it has haunted America ever since.

Nineteen sixty-three is the year the 1960s began, the year so many of the themes that would define that tumultuous era — civil rights, women’s rights, Vietnam, the British Invasion, political assassination — came together for the first time. But there was an idyll before that, a brief period that belonged neither to the dour ’50s nor to the ’60s as they turned out to be. That brief moment was a time of America in full flower and roaring confidence, a time when no one doubted America’s ability and willingness to do big things, least of all America itself.

Popular culture is the most sensitive barometer of a nation’s mood and it caught this period perfectly. Cars shed their fins and their big soft curves and grew lean and angular. Sam Cooke painted a picture of sleek, urbane cool that redefined the look and sound of African-American music. And if the Petries of The Dick Van Dyke Show still slept in separate beds as the Ricardos of I Love Lucy had back in the ’50s, one still got the feeling that here was a couple who shared a physical attraction that would have made Lucy and Ricky blush and that after the cameras went away, those beds were pushed together.

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  • wjca

    Beyond young, what we were was optimistic. Yes, a lot of people had seen the disaster of the Depression and the horrors of WW II. But they had also seen that we could (and did) overcome those. There was a sense (in, as you note, Kennedy’s committment to go to the moon) that we could do pretty much anything that we set our mind to.

    Today the prevailing sense seems to be that we are hostages to fate (or nasty groups of “others”). And anything that we collectively try to do will not end well. Whether it is Obamacare or education (see home schooling) or any other piece of government generally — there is a whole lot of certainty that we can’t make it work.

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