tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495180542391684176.post612617626311778732..comments2023-06-29T11:41:18.545-07:00Comments on Obsidian Blooms: My Generational GuiltKirby Obsidianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02914450223538699453noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495180542391684176.post-70578483961954283722016-07-22T14:54:45.280-07:002016-07-22T14:54:45.280-07:00Thanks so much, Lucie. Your insight, understanding...Thanks so much, Lucie. Your insight, understanding and generosity give me hope!Kirby Obsidianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02914450223538699453noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2495180542391684176.post-37602939400971671522016-07-20T14:58:18.597-07:002016-07-20T14:58:18.597-07:00You are describing the despair of a black man, yes...You are describing the despair of a black man, yes, but also what goes with the territory of being the age we are. Perhaps our personal lives have brought us unexpected blessings that we didn't imagine when we were first approaching adulthood, but much of the promise that we once showed--that any bright, lucky young person once evinced, remains unfulfilled--and there is no longer a sense that the future spreads before us with no limit.<br /><br />Perhaps you already knew how truly retrograde a large portion of the human race is--not just the people blowing each other up in the Middle East or gang-raping children in Southeast Asia, but a sizable portion of our own citizenry. For me, although I knew that justice for black people was not and is not the same as for white people; that we Americans are a violent, irrational, ill-educated people; that humans are more apelike (particularly as we sort ourselves into clans of us and not us) than we care to acknowledge, it is quite shocking to see just how bad things are. Current social foment and the frightening state of politics has made me think a lot about the despair of 1968.lspielerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14889684791464256863noreply@blogger.com