M and I have been
enjoying the FX series, “The Americans.”
I can’t help but
feel nostalgic. Watching how the producers recreate the early ’80s, at the dawn
of the information superhighway, that to protect themselves, a broken system of
patronage and slough, Russian spies infiltrated science hubs in order to inform
“the center” of what would be possible in terms of military – invasion, insurrection
or both – actions to address the most worst outcome of a Reagan-led (read: Big
American-owned business) attack on adversaries in foreign lands (aka despotic
prisons of no hope).
It makes me
wonder.
Will each
generation be cheered by the nostalgia of a past era?
Don’t we equate
nostalgia with what we would call simpler times?
Nostalgia for me
glows most in the first decades of my human awareness, the ’60s and ’70s.
I wonder how my
daughter K will look back at her nostalgia time, the’90s and ’00s.
I sense favorably
in the ’90s, the days before the ubiquitous pocket computers. But the ’00s,
post 9/11?
Ten years after
9/11 there was Occupy Wall Street.
She wasn’t an
Occupant, but she was raised and schooled to question authority.
Will she be
nostalgic about Occupy?
How about children
born in 2018?
Will my
grand-niece and grand-niece be nostalgic about the 2020s, the 2030s?
Is nostalgia not
something that like novels will be written about as something that can be
killed?
If so, who do we
charge for its murder?
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