A column about history, culture, policy, and things in between.
Put this one in your “You can’t make this stuff up” file.
Just over one month ago, the esteemed American Medical Association decided by the narrowest of margins, that it should NOT classify the excessive playing of video games as a psychiatric addiction. This decision was taken after much debate of an AMA generated report, which strongly argued that young people who spend inordinate amounts of time playing video games actually suffer from a “psychiatric addiction”. The AMA called for “more research” into this question.
It’s Packer time, and I can’t let this particular summer end without some historical comment. This summer notes the forty-year anniversary of 1967, a period that is euphemistically known as the “Summer of Love”. I believe the 60’s are very relevant today, because the explosion of social and public policy which then occurred serves as a crucial backdrop to the current content of social discourse and governance at the national, state, and local levels.
A while back I wrote and delivered an extensive talk on the subject of Western Civilization and American culture, part of which contained an in depth look at the 60’s. Names such as “The Summer of Love” and “The Age of Aquarius” are vapid and sadly misplaced, for they ascribe all kinds of noble and altruistic motivations to the 60’s. To the contrary, I believe it was an era that witnessed an unprecedented elevation of “the self”.
How proud the vandals must be, accomplishers of a tremendous feat that required the cloak of darkness to achieve.
How gleeful they must be as they boastfully recount their exploits.
How devastating the impact on the Spartan community.To paraphrase Winston Churchill – never have so few ruined so much for so many. One or a few punks really showed us what they are made of, didn’t they? I say “punks” fully acknowledging that we don’t know who did this, or what their age is. But be they students or adults, be they younger or older, they are most certainly punks.
Let’s call this action what it so clearly is: cowardly, malicious, and criminal. Let’s let the retribution fit the crime if we are fortunate enough to find out who did it.
When was the last time you visited the gravesite of a Revolutionary War Veteran? Or walked amongst the resting place of several Civil War Veterans?
On Memorial Day my family and I did this.
We did not travel to Massachusetts or New York; we drove about four miles from our home to Oak Hill Cemetery, right here in Brookfield.
Located on Brookfield Road and immediately adjacent to Brookfield Academy, this beautiful piece of land and history lies in the heart of our own community. Buried there are the remains of Nathan Hatch, a man who served America in the Revolutionary War.
Do you want a giant does of perspective in just a few minutes? Then take a half-hour this fall to walk under the trees of Oak Hill, and to gaze at the headstones bearing 18th Century dates and names. Go back over two hundred years to the lives these people led and the times in which they lived.
Let’s respect this Brookfield treasure in the best way we can.
By visiting it.