Looking Forward To… (Kimmer)

So Vic and I decided to do “dueling” blogs tonight, each focusing on the one thing we’re most looking forward to on this trip.  Those that know me have already said “Vegas” and are on to the next blog or article.  But, I’m going to surprise everyone with my pick.

My generation has grown up in an interesting climate.

Despite the media’s exaggerated description of  ”The Great Recession” – this recent economic downturn is a joke when viewed from the perspective of the dust-farmers of the depression and even mild in comparison to the misery index and gas rationing of the late 1970s.

We’ve never seen a global military conflict even similar to the millions killed during WWII or Vietnam, when the draft combined to carried hundreds of thousands of young soldiers to their death.

And, save the gay rights movement, we’ve had very few human rights issues for which we’ve needed to stand and fight.

All in all, we’re a pretty spoiled generation.  But I want to see, as much as I can, of the things that informed, changed and molded my father’s generation and, as a result, our world today.

Nothing represents that for me like the National Civil Rights Museum in Memphis Tennessee. Located inside the Lorraine Motel, the site of Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination, the museum is dedicated to sharing the key moments of the civil rights movement and to encouraging global involvement in civil rights issues.

My father, at my age, was smack dab in the middle of the civil rights movement. While I don’t know exactly where my dad’s ideals fell in this arena, nor do I think I care to know the specifics of his participation, I’ve always wondered what I would do in my father’s shoes, raised with my father’s values and living in an era when there TRULY were second class citizens. Would I have fought against prejudice? Would I have sat silent and avoided involvement?

While I can’t ever know for sure, I think it’s vitally important to explore yourself in this way, to examine your current beliefs in the context of a vastly different environment. At the National Civil Rights Museum, I think I’ll be revisiting these thoughts in a longer entry.