Last night, while subliminally trying to process in my dreams all that’s happening in the United States these days, an epiphany came to me; one comforting in the historical perspective it offered on all that’s so plainly wrong-headed in our government these days.
It came via the image of my brother, Ken, who passed away far too young. A remarkable man, whose image I carry with me—and here’s the important part—always seeing him at the age at which he left us. As he did in life, he brought solace to my here and now. Perhaps he will for you too.
For many, the wrenching shocks to our system—gutted healthcare, denigrated science and technology, an assailed environment, ignored societal responsibilities, belittled gender equivalency and respect, eviscerated voting rights, faux taxation evenhandedness, institutionalized conflicts of interest, compromised foreign policy, etcetera, all seem far too much to bear.
But the world will change, and our priorities with it, and things will return to balance. Most importantly, history will judge—harshly and unbiased—based upon the facts before it when it does.
In that knowledge I find my comfort.
Our leaders seem possessed by an unbridled drive to eradicate all evidence of the prior administration’s legislative existence. In choosing that path, they now face a decidedly clear historical consequence. History will not be able to tell whether the prior administration’s well intentioned efforts would have succeeded or failed. All that history will record is that those efforts were immediately renounced by the new administration, and whatever happens next, is all on the shoulders of the new guys.
In other words, a new Camelot has been created, one that will have the past administration living on in the memory of its grand intentions, while its destroyers will be judged on the consequences of their ravages.
Time will tell…the truth.