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I am a child of the 60s.  I grew up in an era when almost everyone had a good job, their own home and health insurance that was completely paid for by their employer (including dental, eye and prescription coverage).  Our gas was less than $1.00 a gallon and our families took one to two week vacations at the beach or camping.  It was a special event as we got to spend entire days with our families just to enjoy one another.  The formative years of our childhood were about peace and love.  We watched our heroes stand up for social change, only to be shot down one-by-one by those who feared it.

My generation made a mess of our world.  In the 60s, it was love, peace and happiness.  In the 70s, we learned how to embrace greed and materialism.  In the 80s, we got complacent and allowed the government to give the financial keys to the kingdom to Wall Street and the banks.  In the 90s, we allowed the government to give our jobs away to impoverished countries so the board members of our corporations could become even bigger multi-millionaires.

In our first decade of this century, we allowed the government to completely pull the wool over our eyes as we engaged in a war over oil and gave away billions of dollars to the already rich.  Then we wondered why we lost everything.  We were asleep.  This is the mess we left as a legacy to our children.

I live in Virginia Beach because in the 90s, the town I grew up in became too expensive to live in any longer.  My research showed that Virginia Beach (in the 90s) cost less in every way, shape and form to live so I moved without a job to the area to make a way for myself and my son.  I rationalized at the time that even though we couldn’t afford vacations as a single parent family, at least we’d have the beach.  It has been our home for over a decade.

There are many things about Virginia Beach that are wonderful. There are also darker sides to our city’s government, school system and police force.  I’m not shy about pointing those things out either.  I hope to reveal both sides of my city, the jewel in the 7 city area known as Hampton Roads, in future blogs.

I am a lone Democrat in a city full of hypnotically programmed Republicans. The obvious question being if I dislike so much about the city, why do I stay? Because it’s my home and most people defend their home from negative influences.  You can’t do that if you’re living somewhere else.

Change is coming. Whether it’s for the worst or the better is up to us. What we allow with our complacency is what will consume us. Let us help to make a better world – a world similar to the one we grew up in with a roof over every head and a chicken in every pot. We DO have the ability to do this. We just have to care enough and be bold enough to speak up when others try to “run the table.” Let us be bold enough to fix the mistakes we made, and then left to our children.