Such a depressing title to begin my 2017 reader's journey. Our Kids was written by a sociologist from the Erie shores of my home state. He grew up in the misted-in-memory idyll of 1950s white America in a little town called Port Clinton. I am familiar with this town as I drove through it many times during the 1980s while making the dull trek between my parent's home, on the east side of Cleveland and my university, which was smack in the midst of the corn fields of north west Ohio. My family still ventures through the Port Clinton area once a year on our summer visit to the Lake Erie Islands.
Certainly times have changed from Robert Putnam's Happy Days. Our nation's current psychotic trip is underpinned by a collective desire among many of our population to return to Putnam's youth in a small town America pre-Wal Mart, pre-industrial collapse, pre-digital age, pre-ISIL and pre- modern complexity and whatever new age we are currently ushering in, which will replace the world of our childhoods.
Right now we are, as a society, in the crisis point. The new ways (new industries and new solutions) are still out of reach for many of us. The old problems (unemployment, displacement, opiate addiction epidemic and virulent gun violence) remain. The adults who nominally run our society seem out-of-control and corrupt. The adults who seem smarter and more thoughtful are marginalized to the shadows while hucksters and gangsters take center stage. We are worried about our kids who are inheriting a world that appears to be randomly violent, inherently dishonest, in constant chaos and crisis, and lacking in wisdom.
Where will Our Kids work? Will they be able to purchase homes of their own? Will they manage to attend college? Will our families hold together just enough to support their emotional needs and provide them with a fall back plan if things go badly? Sadly, many indicators point to a darker future for Our Kids...one where inequality in housing, education, opportunity, family support, health care and income will enable a small percentage of upper middle class (mainly white) kids to thrive while larger segments of society, beneath them in status, will stagnate.
Our Kids traces the paths of a group of young people from various locations around the nation and from various walks of life. We learn their back stories and are given a snap shot of their lives. Unlike Putnam's Port Clinton of yore, where rich kids lived a few blocks away from poor kids, attended the same school, shopped the same local stores, worked the same after school jobs and dated classmates from lower social rungs...today's kids are definitively segregated by income. You see this in every city when you travel. There are inner metropolitan rings, where there is a wealthy and shiny down town core surrounded by inner city poverty. Next are the ageing inner ring suburbs, followed by ever more opulent and privileged outer ring suburbs and, finally, the 21st century Landed Gentry who reside in 'exurbs'. Once you leave exurbia, you are back out among the vast stretches of rural poverty classes. Rarely do these people live in proximity to one another or connect socially or through school or work.
Putnam points to a time when neighborhoods were more economically mixed. The wealthy families in a small town took an active interest in talented youth from more modest backgrounds and mentored them. My mom went to college because her friend's dad was a banker who picked up a college application for her, along with one for his own daughter. So my mom, the farm girl and school valedictorian, attended Ohio University on his urging. (His own daughter dropped out. My mom finished.) My dad was the poor son of immigrant parents. However, his amazing artistic talent was noticed by teachers and the head of the art curriculum in the Cleveland Public Schools and he was also encouraged. Amazingly, he also made it to college and, thus, my life was one spent in the comforts of the post war middle classes.
These days, upper class Tiger Moms and Dads save all of their efforts and networking for their own privileged offspring and their children's generally equally well off friends. To be fair, wealthy people rarely 'know' the lower classes in 21 century America. Those who least the need the hand up are the same people who have all of the 'soft contacts' in business, at country clubs and in academia. Meanwhile, the vanishing middle class and the expanding working and lower classes face ever increasing obstacles to higher education due to intimidating price hikes and a basic lack of understanding when it comes to the tricks and secrets involved in applying to college.
Gone are the days when the kids who are not academically motivated can drop out and find gainful employment in manufacturing. Today's lost kids work third shift at Taco Bell and live at home forever, often with an ever rotating cast of adults who are never permanent fixtures in their lives.
These days, people mainly work...or else they are unemployed. Leisure has declined precipitously for those fortunate enough to have jobs. (My own spouse works 50 hour weeks and we have almost zero time for hobbies, clubs or civic involvement.) We are more secular (I am a good example of this modern type, being unaffiliated with religion) and do not have room in our lives for community groups. Thus, our kids have lost the extra buffer they might receive through their religious congregations or through their dad's Kiwanis Club membership or their mom's pull with the local PTA. Only the wealthy can afford the luxury of time to commit to these organizations. And many of the groups that enjoyed vibrant mid century membership are withering away today.
I am fifty and, therefore, have been around for awhile. I have seen a sea change in the way we live now as opposed to the pace of the life I lead in the 1970s as a kid. It concerns me greatly to raise my own daughter in this colder, more impersonal, more competitive and less compassionate world. Reading this book didn't really give me a lot of hope...but it did bolster some of my own feelings about areas where we have steered wildly off course as a society. I fear only time, innovation, and new solutions to continuing problems will bring positive change. I realize that my own generation, as a rule, lacks the drive and the vision to make the necessary changes and adjustments to the way we do things to provide a better world for Our Kids. We are mired in our nostalgia for 'the way things used to be/or perhaps only existed in our hazy daydreams'. It will be up to Our Kids, in the end, to decide that they must take the reins and change things for themselves and for the future.