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Sunday, August 27, 2023

Where have all the grownups gone? Part 3, Children

And what were the children doing, all the while? That's the most important question, isn't it?

To recap, the larger question I am exploring in this series is how to explain the massive cultural shift in America that became visible during the 1960's. I have taken, as one particular thread in that tapestry, the changing expectations and representations of adulthood. My answer is that our social and cultural expectations stopped short, because a generation of parents neglected to explain them to their children; and that the reason they failed to pass on these inherited values is that they were shocked into silence by the Second World War. In Part One I posed the question, and explained why the War is the only explanation that fits the timeline. In Part Two, I used two classic movies (The Best Years of Our Lives and The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit) to show how the War affected the men who fought in it, and how their reintegration into civilian society suffered accordingly. The remaining question is, What was it like to be raised as a child of such men? Let's look at that now.

Rebel Without a Cause (1955)


Rebel Without a Cause is a movie about fatherlessness, or about the damage done by failed or absent fathers. The three main characters—Jim Stark, Judy (no surname given), and "Plato" Crawford—all suffer in that respect. 

  • Jim's father (Frank) is weak, and is chronically pushed around by his wife (Carol, Jim's mother) and his own mother (just called Mrs. Stark).
  • Judy's father is cold and stern, and pushes away any affection from his daughter while still lavishing affection on her younger brother. (It is strongly implied that his coldness is a defense to keep his daughter at arm's length now that she is sexually attractive.)
  • Plato's father abandoned the family when Plato was a toddler, and Plato's mother is frequently absent. Plato is raised by the housekeeper.
  • There is exactly one character who acts the way a good father ought to act: Police Inspector Ray Fremick, who focuses on juvenile crime and who tries to steer these three in the right direction when he meets them. But of course for him it's a job; and at one point when Jim desperately needs him, he's tied up with another case.

Comparing this context briefly with the two movies we considered in Part Two, there are certain basic consistencies. Nobody mentions the War. But Jim, Judy, and Plato are all teenagers; if the movie is set in present time (1955) then it's possible that these characters should have been born somewhere in the years between, let's say 1938-1942. Their fathers—at any rate, Jim's and Judy's—might have been young men* before the War, who shipped out leaving wives and infants behind.** We are explicitly told that Plato's father abandoned the family, so perhaps he was in business and already beyond draft age; it hardly matters, because he is simply not there. One interesting touch is that Tom Rath (in Grey Flannel Suit) is offered an impressive promotion that would require him to work and travel all the time, at the cost of never coming home. He turns it down so that he can spend time with his family. If he had accepted it, his children might have grown up something like Plato.

What do these children do, in the absence of any parental attention or direction? They get into all manner of trouble. But what's heartbreaking is to realize what they want, which is a simple and ordered family life: the kind of family lives they might have had in reality if Jim's father had been strong, if Judy's father had been loving, and if Plato's father had been there. The three of them spend a lot of time wandering around together, or staying out late at night—again, because no one is supervising them. And they end up creating a kind of replacement family unit of their own: Jim as father, Judy as mother, and Plato as child. 

It doesn't last. It all goes badly wrong. And it was never a terribly detailed "family" anyway—more a hint, or a gesture, or a wish than anything solid. But the game they play with each other is, in its evanescent and vestigial way, just what Joan Didion said a decade later about the games at Haight-Ashbury: "the desperate attempt of a handful of pathetically unequipped children to create a community in a social vacuum."*** 

As I said, nobody in Rebel ever mentions the War. But the fathers in this movie are shut off from their children—inaccessible in any meaningful way even when they are physically present. If their inaccessibility wasn't caused by the War, it could have been. I bet dollars to donuts that Al and Homer and Fred from The Best Years, and Tom from Gray Flannel Suit, end up just as inaccessible to their own children.

And, as we can see, it's a hell of a way to grow up.


The Graduate (1967)

And so we come to The Graduate, these days possibly the most famous film of the four. It was released in December, 1967. Only a few months before was the Summer of Love, the exact time that Joan Didion wrote about in the passage I quoted in Part One (or immediately above). In terms of the question I have been pursuing, this is Ground Zero, The Thing To Be Explained. Everything else builds up to this.  

I'm not going to summarize the plot. Odds are high that everyone reading this knows the story of Benjamin Braddock and Mrs. Robinson and her daughter Elaine. But I want to look at the fathers in this story, and at what they taught their children.

Ben is a little younger than the main characters of Rebel. If he is a college graduate in 1967, then he was likely born in the first couple of years after the War ended. Could his father, Mr. Braddock—and Braddock's business partner, Mr. Robinson—have fought in the War, and then built a thriving law practice in the twenty years after, while Ben was growing up? Sure, maybe. It's entirely possible. And it would be consistent with the story I am telling, because all we ever hear from these men is superficial.

Mr. Braddock is proud of Ben's successes in college because … success is good, and Ben's successes reflect well on him. He buys Ben a deep sea diving outfit that Ben will obviously never use or want because … it shows off that he can afford it, I guess. He wants Ben to "take stock of himself" and go get a good job because … well, that's what you do after college. Isn't it? Nowhere in all this is there any kind of explanation that reaches beyond the action itself. 

  • He might have said that Ben's successes in a particular activity in college (pre-med, pre-law, journalism, debate, even football) were good because they would prepare him to take on that activity as an adult. 
  • He might have bought Ben a graduation present that Ben would have liked, or that he could have used pragmatically in his young adulthood.
  • He might have said that Ben needs to get a job because the world is a hard and dangerous place, and the possibility is ever-present for poverty and ruin. 
  • Or he might have acknowledged that he has been fortunate enough to provide Ben and his mother a comfortable living, but Ben now has a duty to the family (and his own family-to-be!) to go out and do likewise. 

But he doesn't. He probably doesn't even know why he finds important the things he finds important. He has obviously never reflected on them, and he doesn't remember what he was taught back when he was a boy. He remembers that certain things are important, but not why. He has forgotten the melody that ties the words together.

Mr. Robinson is just as shallow. He urges Ben to "sow a few wild oats" without ever thinking what that might mean in reality. Then when he discovers Ben's affair with his wife, he divorces her. Why? That's what you do, I guess. It's not that Mrs. Robinson is wracked with lovesickness over losing Ben, and it's not that he thinks Ben will try to steal Mrs. Robinson. Ben says as much. There is certainly no risk that Mrs. Robinson will bear a child to Ben. Nor is it that Mr. Robinson thinks of sex as a high and sacred thing that has to be restricted to marriage, or he wouldn't have encouraged Ben to sow some wild oats. (More pointedly, he and his then-girlfriend wouldn't have conceived Elaine in the back seat of a Ford, so that they then had to get married.) Again, all the reasons that might drive his actions are missing. But he remembers that "this is what you are supposed to do."

What does this mean for how Ben and Elaine were raised? They were taught isolated things, with no context. They were taught "this is what you do" but with no reasons. They learned the words, but not the music. Or, to quote Didion again, their parents "had somehow neglected to tell these children the rules of the game [they] happened to be playing."**** Their parents were inaccessible to them in all but the most superficial ways while they grew up, and so all they learned—all they were taught—were superficialities.


And Ben says as much. When he takes Elaine out for a hamburger, he tries to explain to her how confused he feels. And he expresses it perfectly. “It's like I was playing some kind of game, but the rules don't make any sense to me. They're being made up by all the wrong people. I mean no one makes them up. They seem to make themselves up.” 

That's it. That's it exactly. A few of the rules are still remembered, as a kind of cargo-cult left over from the pre-war period. But they hang in the air. None of the social or cultural infrastructure that supported them remained. And without that infrastructure, without the thousands of implicit assumptions that supported the whole pre-war way of life, none of the rules made any sense. 

When the rules make no sense, they are easy to ignore and to sweep away. And something else takes their place. Grownups are replaced by old dudes.

And so the Sixties left us with a brand new world.


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* Or at any rate not old men.  

** In fairness, Frank Stark (Jim's father) wouldn't have been young when the War broke out. The part was played by Jim Backus, who was born in 1913 and therefore was 42 when he made Rebel. But by that same math he was only 28 when Pearl Harbor was attacked, and there must have been soldiers as old as 28. So it is not impossible that Jim's dad could have been a veteran, even though nothing is said about it.  

*** Joan Didion, "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," in Slouching Towards Bethlehem (New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1968, 1981), p.127.  

**** Ibid.           

           

Where have all the grownups gone? Part 2, Parents

In Part One, I argued that the sharp cultural discontinuity which became visible during the Sixties was caused by a generation of parents not talking to their children, and in particular not teaching them all the behaviors and expectations that had formerly made up the fabric of society. And I further suggested that the reason a whole generation of parents fell silent is that they were traumatized by the Second World War. But how did that really happen in practice? I hear you ask. Sure, it's a clever idea. But anyone can come up with a clever idea, and this one sounds almost too clever by half. Are you trying to say that one morning in 1946 all the adults in the country became Trappists?

No, of course not. But it's a fair question, and one that I think it is easier to answer by showing than by telling. Fortunately, there are movies which do exactly that.

The Best Years of Our Lives (1946)


The Best Years of Our Lives
follows three recently-discharged servicemen as they try to reintegrate into civilian life in the fictional Midwestern town of Boone City. Al Stephenson is a bank executive who served in the infantry, rising to the rank of sergeant. Homer Parrish is a high-school athlete who served in the Navy and lost his hands; the Navy replaced them with hooks. Fred Derry is a drugstore soda jerk who proved to be a talented bombardier in the Army Air Corps; consequently he was commissioned as an officer with an officer's pay.

All three have trouble re-entering civilian society. The war has changed them, and they no longer fit where they fit before. What is more, no one in civilian society understands them at all: nether what they went through during the war, nor who they are now. 

  • Al, the banker, approves a loan to a man with no collateral, and is chastised by his superior at the bank. Al explains that he was used to putting his life and those of his men in the hands of others, and so developed a pretty keen sense of who deserves trust and who doesn't. He assures his superior that this man is good for the loan, and the matter is settled … but not really, of course.
  • Homer left a sweetheart back home when he shipped out, and now he can't believe that she still wants to marry him when he no longer has hands.
  • Fred suffers from PTSD flashbacks at night, and the only job he can find is his old job at the drugstore. But that pays less than a third what he made as a bombardier. Also his wife (whom he married on a fling just before shipping out) is disappointed in him and wants the freedom she had during the war, while she could spend his pay without having him underfoot. 

The movie is masterfully made. The characters are real and believable; the situations are honest. If you haven't seen it yet, do. But what is important in this context is to see the massive gulf between the servicemen and civilian society. On the one hand, the civilians flatly cannot understand the minds of the servicemen. For their part, the servicemen understand civilian life in a manner of speaking, because they used to live there too; but they have no respect for it. They can't take it seriously. After what they have been through, the things that civilian society finds important look petty and artificial and childish. 

But they can't say this openly, of course. They might not even articulate to themselves that this is why they are so ill at ease. But ill at ease they certainly are, all of them. And while the movie gives us hope that they will each find a way forward, it gives us no reason to think that anyone will understand them any better in the future. 

The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit (1956)

The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit was made ten years after The Best Years of Our Lives. The protagonist is Tom Rath, but he might as well be Al or Homer or Fred. His experience of the War was at least as bad as theirs.

Tom Rath lives in suburban Connecticut. He has a house, a wife, and three children. His income isn't large enough, and he is trying to advance in his career. He never talks about the War unless asked directly, and sometimes not even then. It's as if he has put that whole experience in a box in the attic, where he never has to look at it.

Except that he, too, suffers from PTSD flashbacks, and not just at night. We see him one morning taking the train into work, when some loud noise on the tracks startles him and suddenly he is in the middle of a memory of battle. He remembers the 17 men he killed. He remembers the death of his best friend. In fact, we see clearly in the scene that Tom himself was (by accident) responsible for his friend's death; and yet in his conscious mind Tom never seems to recognize this.

In one sense we don't see the same overt incomprehension from the civilian world that we see in The Best Years, because Tom Rath never tries to be understood. He never opens the box. Except once. While he was fighting in Italy, when he never knew whether the next day might be his last, he had an affair with an Italian girl. Through a remarkable series of coincidences, he discovers that she is still alive, that she had a son by him, and that she badly needs money. He tells his wife about the affair, because he wants to send the girl some money to get by. And his wife is furious. She cannot understand how he could do such a thing. She judges him entirely by the standards of respectable peacetime behavior. And she runs off into the night. 

In the end Tom and his wife are reconciled. And there are many more subplots. This is a long movie, and a lot happens. But the key for my purposes is to look at the character of Tom Rath himself. The classic pose from the movie, as in the picture here, shows him standing stock still at parade rest: suit immaculate, hat on, jacket buttoned. It is easy to imagine that this is what Al and Homer and Fred from The Best Years will look like in ten years' time. They and Tom will take care of business; they will do what has to be done. When confronted with the myriad subtle rules that form the fabric of civilian society, they will comply with the ones that aren't too much trouble; they might quietly ignore the ones they find particularly stupid. But they won't accept any of it uncritically, nor are they likely to reflect critically—on their experience or on society itself. They will do their duty and keep the rest of it tightly buttoned up. Closed in a box in the attic.

That's how the War trained a generation of men to live silently. In Part 3, I'll talk about how this silence affected their growing children.    

         

Sunday, August 6, 2023

Where have all the grownups gone? Part 1, The End of the World

Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time passing.
Where have all the flowers gone?
Long time ago.
Where have all the flowers gone?
The girls have picked them every one.
Oh, When will you ever learn?
Oh, When will you ever learn?

—"Where have all the flowers gone?" by Pete Seeger

For the last forty years, at least, I have heard people grumble that "we"—our culture, our society, our country, or some other large group too big for any single one of us to be personally responsible for them—just don't have grownups any more, the way we used to. I can't tell you for sure where I first heard the complaint: the first source that I remember was an essay by Joseph Epstein, writing as "Aristides" in The American Scholar, in the autumn of 1986:

"Act your age," mothers would say to their children when I was a boy. [Epstein was born in 1937.] "Be a man," fathers would exhort their sons. "Aw, grow up," older sisters and teenage girlfriends would exclaim. In fact, growing up didn't seem like a bad idea. A goodly number of grown-ups walked the streets in those days. Think only of the movies. Edward G. Robinson, Humphrey Bogart, Cary Grant, James Cagney—these were men who appeared on screen in suits and ties, hats, black shoes. Grown-ups. Robert Redford, Dustin Hoffman, Robert De Niro, Harrison Ford—these are men who, at the same age as Robinson, Bogart & Co., one thinks of as characteristically in jeans, sneakers or boots, loose collars. Graduate students. One could make a similar comparison of actresses. Compare Bette Davis and Jane Fonda, Ingrid Bergman and Meryl Streep. All are fine actresses, but the former are women, the latter girls who continue to grow older. Nowadays there aren't so many grown-ups—just a lot of older dudes. It is, apparently, what the culture calls for just now. I happen to be writing this in a short-sleeve rugby shirt, chino pants, and tasseled loafers. I'm an older dude myself.* 

Now, 1986 was a long time ago but the point has not faded away. I have read it again and again, over time, most recently this January in an article by Katherine Boyle for The Free Press.** She used more recent examples than Epstein did, instancing Sam Bankman-Fried*** instead of Harrison Ford, and contrasting "the tens of millions of Americans that are, like me, millennials or members of the generation just younger, Gen Z, [who] have been treated as hapless children our entire lives," with a putative Boomer gerontocracy that refuses to relinquish the reins of adulthood to anyone else. But it's the same basic complaint. People who should be old enough to act like adults (when you count out their ages on a calendar) nonetheless act like children, present themselves as children, and are treated as children. 

(Here's yet another piece making the exact same point, this time incidentally in support of a larger discussion of the war in Ukraine.)

It's important to recognize that this is not just traditional generational griping. This is not just one more time that the Old Folks start grumbling about how "kids nowadays" don't show the proper respect. Boyle identifies herself as a millennial; her profile on LinkedIn does not list a single job experience earlier than 2010. From the other side of the divide Epstein, after explaining that he was raised with a clear ethic of adulthood, concedes that at the time of writing he was dressed down just like the actors he pegged as "graduate students." The point is, rather, that people in their twenties or thirties or forties carry themselves differentlyact and are acted upon differently—than people of those ages used to do, and that the change has been abrupt enough to catch our attention.

Another way to visualize this shift is to reflect that Abraham Lincoln entered the White House when he was 52; Franklin Roosevelt, when he was 51. Notwithstanding all the changes in our country between the nineteenth and twentieth centuries, both men entered upon their responsibilities with a certain, simple adult gravitas. When Bill Clinton was 52, he was impeached by the House of Representatives; and while opinions may differ about the political or moral merits of the impeachment, I don't remember anyone accusing Clinton of much gravitas at the time.

Or perhaps it's enough to watch grown adults singing "I don't want to grow up; I'm a Toys-R-Us kid!" in a commercial from the 1990's. Thirty seconds on YouTube can summarize many pages of social commentary.


So what changed?

That's really the question I want to address here. That something did change, I take as given: my examples are meant not to prove anything, but just to show or indicate what kind of change I am talking about. But the cause? That's more elusive.

Usually when people write about this change they blame the Sixties. But what does that mean? Yes, this country experienced a Kulturkampf during the 1960's; and yes, many of the changes that I am describing became visible then. But when we blame "the Sixties" for these changes, what specific elements do we identify as causes?

You can make an argument for any of these, I suppose. Probably, as you go down the list, for each point in turn you can find someone who has argued that it is The Real Cause That Made Everything Change. But to me they all look like symptoms. 

  • Yes, Sixties youth listened to a certain kind of music that their parents didn't care for; but there had been musical fads before (jazz and big band in the twentieth century, or Romantic music in the nineteenth) and they never turned grownups into children.
  • Yes, some people took drugs. But honestly, there weren't that many people who took a lot of them. And why should pot or acid change social expectations more profoundly than bourbon or corn silk?
  • America has had a long history of political protests, including opposition to unpopular wars. (Remember that in 1812, New England was a hotbed of opposition to "Mr. Madison's War.") Whatever other effects they had, and sometimes those effects were sweeping, none of them were like this.
  • We have even experienced waves of new philosophies that leapt out of the ivory towers to spark the popular imagination: Transcendentalism, New Thought, and Pragmatism to name only three. Again, the results were nothing like this. 

In fact, the longer I look at it the more I think that the social change which became visible in the Sixties was sui generis. We have had social changes before, but none like this. Somewhere along the line, an old world ended and a new world was born.

How does a world end? In many ways. But the simplest way for a world to end is through silence. Social attitudes are passed on from parents to children, after all, largely through speech. Parents and other adults talk to children, communicating directly and indirectly what is acceptable and what is not. But this means that if adults ever stop talking to their children, the continuity of cultural transmission is broken. All it takes is one generation of silence to break the chain. What's more, the break need not take place in all families. As long as it happens in enough families to generate a critical mass, a new world can be born and the others will be carried along by the tide.

This is exactly Joan Didion's diagnosis of what lay behind the Haight-Ashbury scene in the summer of 1967.

We were seeing the desperate attempt of a handful of pathetically unequipped children to create a community in a social vacuum. Once we had seen these children, we could no longer overlook the vacuum, no longer pretend that the society’s atomization could be reversed. This was not a traditional generational rebellion. At some point between 1945 and 1967 we had somehow neglected to tell these children the rules of the game we happened to be playing. Maybe we had stopped believing in the rules ourselves, maybe we were having a failure of nerve about the game. Maybe there were just too few people around to do the telling. These were children who grew up cut loose from the web of cousins and great-aunts and family doctors and lifelong neighbors who had traditionally suggested and enforced the society’s values. They are children who have moved around a lot, San Jose, Chula Vista, here. They are less in rebellion against the society than ignorant of it, able only to feed back certain of its most publicized self-doubts, Vietnam, Saran-Wrap, diet pills, the Bomb.****

Fine, so for two decades parents somehow forgot to tell their children how to live their lives. That still doesn't answer Why? What trauma could have been so bad that it stunned an entire generation of parents into silence? What event could have been so destructive that it constituted The End of the World?

There is only one possible answer in that time frame, only one gash across our history so destructive and so traumatic that it could have had anything like this effect. The End of the World has to have been the Second World War.

In Parts Two and Three, I will sketch out the concrete steps by which this change took place, by paying close attention to four classic movies that tell the story. 

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* Joseph Epstein (credited as Aristides), "An Older Dude," The American Scholar, Vol. 55, No. 4 (Autumn 1986), pp.439.    

** Katherine Boyle, "It’s Time to Get Serious," The Free Press, January 17, 2023, https://www.thefp.com/p/its-time-to-get-serious. (URL captured on Sunday, August 6, 2023.) 

*** In fairness, Bankman-Fried would not even be born until six years after Epstein published his article.      

**** Joan Didion, "Slouching Towards Bethlehem," in Slouching Towards Bethlehem (New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1968, 1981), p.127.