A Maligned Generation
This past Monday night, along with 680 other lucky people in Washington's historic Ford's Theatre, I was able to enjoy the wit and wisdom of America's dominant political satirist, Mark Russell.
His humor is as timeless as Twain's and as topical as tonight's 11 o'clock news. The crowd, many of them still processing word of the impending retirement of Pope Benedict XVI, heard Russell support the election of Ghana's Cardinal Peter Turkson: "I'm rooting for that African cardinal. Too bad he has enemies spreading rumors that he was born in Hawaii."
A former Marine himself, Mark Russell expressed no objection to the decision to allow gays to serve openly in the Corps. The only real change he has seen: Now each morning, the Marine bugler, instead of sounding reveille, "plays show tunes."
The current House of Representatives is chronically incapable of reaching an accommodation. Even though a large majority on Capitol Hill supported making Cinco de Mayo, the annual celebration of Mexican heritage, a holiday, they "couldn't agree on a date."
But there is authentic wisdom in this humor. Speaking self-deprecatingly of his own generation, those born between 1925 and 1945, Russell observed: Sandwiched between the deservedly heralded Greatest Generation (1900-1924) and the over-ballyhooed Baby Boomer Generation (1946-1964), "we did not have a title. We had no label. ... We wore T-shirts. But we were so dull we did not have enough imagination to put any message" on our plain, white T-shirts.
After the self-regarding baby boomers came the even more highly educated and skeptical Generation X, which has been succeeded by the economically struggling, but instant-communicating, Millennials.
Actually, Mark Russell's (and my) age cohort did have a name. Time magazine called us the Silent Generation, and it stuck.
Still, the "Silents" were mercifully free of self-esteem and, luckily, not addicted to self-expression. We were taught and — yes, mostly silently — accepted self-sacrifice. Three out of four of our era's males wore the country's uniform in military service. Remember that in 1955 the U.S. military, then numbering nearly 3 million, was more than twice as large as it is today. This was at a time when the entire national draft pool barely totaled 7 million.
We were not terribly introspective because, I would submit, nobody told us how damn "interesting" we were, and precious few of us came to that conclusion independently.
We were not, I concede, remotely as sensitive as the generation that followed ours. Many, if not most, of us actually bought our elders' argument that what matters in the final analysis is what you give rather than what you get. America would have to wait, because we were not up to it, for a liberated and enlightened generation who could elevate non-judgmentalism and uninhibited tolerance to high cosmic values.
Unlike the boomers — Bill Clinton and George W. Bush — and the Greatest Generation — JFK, LBJ, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Ronald Reagan, Jimmy Carter and G.H.W. Bush — the Silent Generation failed to produce a U.S. president. But we did produce Martin Luther King Jr, Robert Kennedy, Woody Allen and Clint Eastwood.
This, of course, turns out as always to be the price you pay for spending a couple of hours with the relentlessly provocative Mark Russell: Whether you want to or not, he makes you laugh, and he makes you think.
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