She is the baby sister of the baby-boomer
generation. The baby-boomer generation was the children of the American
soldier returning from World War II. The soldier of World War II had sailed a
continent away to confronted communist forces determined to conquer the world
and perpetrated ethnic genocide. The soldiers believed
they were saving the world across the great pond. Their children, however, envisioned changing the world through self-expression
in the arts, their sexuality, and
objection to the establishment that perpetuated wars and social injustices.
While there were some that were more interested in the free love, there were those that faced the very
tangible forces racism with granite-like
determination. Like the Greek mythological creature Cerberus, two heads of
racism were sanctimoniousness and barbaric violence protected by the third head. The third head is an unjust judicial system.
The Cerberus weapons of choice were ropes, and chains, and guns and their laws.
The baby-boomers knew that they could not change the minds of the Cerberus who
cloaked itself in the protectionism of their possession and in faux patriotism. The Cerberus was sedated by
the signing of the Civil Rights Act on July 4, 1964. The baby-boomer put down
their protest signs. They replaced the faded jeans and khakis with pressed
twill with warm wool. While they sought to join a new movement of the corporate
upwardly mobile, little did they know that the Cerberus was growing another
head and many of those that were at once interested in free love had become its
minions.
The baby sisters and baby brothers set their sights on lofty and sublime
goals of partaking of all that the world had to offer. The world was now a
smorgasbord. The world served up on a
mile long banquet tables waiting for the tasting in a world that appeared to be
at peace. Little sister had embraced the inherent nature of the last born. With
little regards to financial means, the adventure was paramount. She has dined
at the captain's tables, cooled the Bhut Jolokia
peppers with a cold beer, and eaten raw
catches from the sea. However, more dining nights are behind her than in front;
she had finally resigned herself to a rather simple pallet of chicken,
domestic beer, sweet iced tea, water and
a little vegetable greenery on the side. Little sister is on an errand and must
act with haste and purpose. She shall not taste death until she has seen the
kingdom of God.
