There’s
a new Netflix series,
Gratitude,
set in the 1950s.
All
the men still wear hats. There’s
a family – say,
the Homburgs -- much
like the Cleavers. Father
supports
the family and knows
best. Mom
sweetly
manages
everything.
The kids are mischievous,
but not bad.
Each
episode, the Homburgs watch a futuristic
and slightly
frightening TV series set
in 2020, when people all have little
private scooter-planes
that fly
them quickly
and safely to their
destinations. (Let’s
call the series “2020,”
meaning both the year and seeing
stuff clearly.)
There
are no aliens
or spaceships,
just regular people doing incredible harm without Bodysnatchers
or Godzilla.
The
Homburgs watch weekly, fascinated. It’s so funny and real, yet
absolutely impossible, that they can’t wait to see what incredibly
stupid thing the characters will do next. Every half-hour
installment, they’re exhausted from laughing ‘til they cry, while
also cringing.
In
2020, people are angry, and news is controlled by
rich corporations. People sense
that wealth rules
them. They’re
angry. So the rulers get the people to
elect a rich man hoping
to get richer, who loves admiration,
but doesn’t know or care much about running a country. He’s
angry, and
the angry people all vote for him. (That’s
dumb, like most sitcoms. The
Homburgs know
it’s just television.)
In
one episode,
the President loses an election, and actually tells election
officials to “find me more votes” in a critical state, an
obvious crime, and
conspires with supporters
to invade
Capitol Hill to scare Congressfolk
out of counting the vote. (The Homburgs
laugh at their
younger son, who believes
this
could actually happen!) When the FBI says the Soviet Union tried to
rig the vote, the
President
tells Khrushchev that he believes Khrushchev’s denial. When
he wins re-election
four years later, he appoints people so unqualified that they’ll
agree with whatever he says. Including
as a defense secretary an actor who played one in the movies.
The
Homburgs know
President
Eisenhower,
in
whose
eight years the sole
scandal was an aide, Sherman Adams, accepting
rugs, jewellery, and a vicuña
coat from a company under investigation. They can’t believe the
fictional presidents’ aides get $1 million for advocating pardons
for criminals. The
President pardons a huge drug czar while blowing
fisherman out of the water because they might be carrying drugs.
In
the Homburgs’ world, the Salk vaccine has just eliminated polio.
Kids still get measles and mumps. Mumps can be serious when adults
catch it. By 2020, vaccines have eliminated both; but the goofy
president appoints a health secretary who works to revive them.
Congress
has named a national fine arts center after a tragically assassinated
president. The fictional president unlawfully adds his name!
Meanwhile, he insists that performances be limited to artists and
shows he approves of, and threatens to arrest season-ticket-holders
who fail to attend. Artists immediately cancel performances.
Of
course, he sees his second term as a chance to avenge insults, ensure
no appointees have a shred of independent conscience, and eliminate
legal watchdogs, so as to dictate to the population more and more
openly. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, and he didn’t start
with much conscience or compassion. The Homburgs look at each other
in amazement as the season ends, with new elections – maybe –
planned for the start of next season.
“Why
is the new series called Gratitude?”
“Because
the Homburgs are so grateful they don’t have to live through this.”
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[The
above column
appeared Sunday,
4 January 2026,
in the Las
Cruces Sun-News and
on
the newspaper's website
and will
presently appear on
KRWG’s
website (under
Local Viewpoints).
A shortened and sharpened radio commentary version of
this Sunday column will
air during the
week on KRWG (90.1 FM) and on KTAL-LP (101.5 FM /
http://www.lccommunityradio.org/).
]
[Happy
New Year, everyone! By
the way, I liked this when I sent it in the other day; but it seems
pretty silly in light of Mr. Trump’s wholly illegal war with
Venezuela.]
[Obviously
I made this “Netflix series” up. But it’d be a hell of a
series, seeing this dangerous madness through 1950s eyes. If Rod
Serling or someone could have imagined Trump back then, we would have
laughed our asses off at how preposterous this would be. Obviously
the damage and lost lives outweighs the comic aspects, even though it
now appears more likely than it once did that the country will avoid
a permanent dictatorship that starts with Trump and continues with
younger, smarter folks invoking his name and “policies.” ]
If
anything, the column understates how floored grownups in the 1950s
would have been – although, as they’d witnesses Hitler’s
Germany, and some had fought in a war against the Nazis, they might
not have found it funny.
At
the same time, while it’s fun to make fun of the Donald, two
important points need saying:
1.
We are locked in a transformation into a much deeper imbalance of
power and money than we’ve ever known before, that is not good for
even the rich folks doing it, and Donald Trump is a pimple on the ass
of that transformation: helping it along, but he didn’t start it or
think it up, and will be off the stage soon enough, given his
corpulence, bad temper, and failing cognitive abilities. And the
ambitious greed of those lurking in his wake, such as Mr. Vance.
He’s not quite a distraction; but being overly delighted that we
slapped this fly off our national nose, should we succeed in doing
that, could distract us focusing on the deeper sorts of change we
need.
2.
Although the 1950s were in some ways superior [ we taxed the
obscenely wealthy at a more extreme rate that came closer to justice
and made for healthier national economy, for example; and folks in
government made some effort to govern; and we weren’t so
hyperpartisan]; but
in other ways, no! Not only were we about to make serious efforts to
improve the lot of ethnic minorities, women, and, not too much later,
folks with unconventional genders or sexual tastes, but our foreign
policy, at least as regarded Latin America, was made by and for
United Fruit Company. And we destroyed democracies around the world
in the name of freedom. This was not a paradise, and although we
covered our actions with cleverer stories than Mr. Trump does, we
were doing a lot of very bad things to a lot of others, only a small
amount of which could reasonably be justified by the threat Russia
(the Soviet Union) then posed to us.
So
let’s be clear: Donald Trump is an obscene development damaging to
our national security, our society, our democracy, and our
environment, but HE IS NOT THE PROBLEM. We need to move on from him,
in an appropriate lawful and peaceful manner, but then, rather than
celebratory toasts, we need to help our compatriots focus on what is
really happening here. Failing that, the folks making out like
bandits will continue to pit us against each other, by telling the
credible that its all the fault of Somali welfare cheats (not
obscenely wealthy tax cheats, who cheat far more cleverly) or gays,
that the interesting issue of who should be allowed on girls’
athletic teams is more urgent than taking back control of our
country, improving our economy for all, and even managing a health
care system that works, as other nations have.
]