Meet the Press 65 years ago?

C. Reid McLellan
Nov 27, 2018 · 5 min read
Peace & Harmony

52 posts in 26 days.

January 1, 2018, I made my usual New Year’s “resolutions” which, in my case are more goals I hope to achieve than “things to do”. For example I said I wanted to write at least a small “story” or article a week. Fifty-two articles in 2018. I wrote a few and I could go back and count them and then go for the difference, but I decided to make it 2 a day for 26 days. I have a page of notes, well not so much notes as “random thoughts” regarding a subject about which I could write. I could stop now and have the first one done — and, of course, I won’t. (Those that know me are saying, “uh oh” this could take a while.)

No, this will be short (for me). Do I start with a Christmas story or do I start with one of my thoughts that would have been more appropriate in mid-summer? Actually, I’m going with a thought from this past Sunday.

Sunday, November 25 I settled into my recliner section at one end of our living room’s dark brown leather couch to “attend church” through Lexington’s (Ky) Immanuel Baptist Church telecast of it’s 11 M Sunday worship service. I was 10 plus minutes early turning on my TV and witnessed the final few minutes of Meet the Press. I might write another article about my feeling of distrust when I saw MTP was on, but I’ll pass over that for now and talk about what I saw. Four ladies were being interviewed by the “host” (I don’t know any of their names or their backgrounds with exception of one that was identified as a writer for NY Times and my visceral reaction may have not been fair — again that will be another article.)

Subject on this Sunday was climate change. As I joined the show a question was asked and an older, red-haired woman with what appeared to be a permanent scowl was playing the role of “chicken little”. She used dates like 2030 and 2050 and that our children and grandchildren will still be alive and they will probably ALL DIE!! (Ok, she didn’t say those exact words but the tone and tenor was in that vein and the words were similar.)

I saw myself in the mid-1950’s. I was between 9 or 10 (in 4th or 6th grade) when our class went on a “field trip”. I don’t remember details but I do remember what I learned that day. I learned that our population was growing so fast that by the mid 1980’s we would be running out of food and by 2000 people would be starving in this country. When I saw this red-haired lady on Sunday I had a flash back to that day — I thought I was hearing the same words. And, I was scared. I would only be in my 40’s in the 80’s and I was going to be starving. It really bothered me. Now, in hindsight, my farmer “family” (some were blood kin, some were students in Agriculture as was I) accepted the challenge and not only made sure this country had plenty of food in the 80’s, but provided food to feed a starving world. The fact that there are people that go to be without proper nutrition in this country is another story, but food production is plentiful. So much so that we have an obesity crisis, not a starvation crises.

How does this relate? Second panelist was a young, blonde girl with what came across as an ivy league education. She spoke with conviction and used facts to advance her points. I was happy to see someone maybe in her late 20’s, not buying into the “hysteria”. She allowed that both sides of an argument had facts that supported the position, whether that position was popular or not. IF more people on different

sides of an argument could be that level headed we might actually be able to move discussions to action.

The third woman, another blonde, appearing to be tall even though seated, was the “opposition”. While agreeing that climate change was taking place and that we needed to have ongoing discussions, she pointed out that climate changes had taken place including something about the past two years being two of the coldest on record. That was not the material comment though. She pointed out facts that 85% of emissions emanate from outside this country. Her contention was that corporate America was not the “bad boy” and that maybe if we didn’t promote “hysteria” more could be accomplished.

And THEN, the final panelist. An African-American woman that was identified as a “NYT writer”. And she said, “But we SHOULD have HYSTERIA” and she basically repeated the 2030 and 2050 death sentences as first voiced by red-haired chicken little. And, she played the “blame game”. It is the fault of the government (only the Republicans apparently) and corporate America.

I teach people to work with horses. One important tenant I teach is that, while we can teach a horse to do something by “scaring them”, they will do what we want them to do until something comes along that scares them more. When we teach a horse with calm, confident, competent leadership they will always check with us for direction regardless of what challenge might be facing them.

The Famine of 1985 did not occur. The population explosion is this country is in remission. Maybe because people were scared? But, once something comes along that scares them more, they will forget those lessons and may even hurt those that taught them. On the other hand, I think we (American scientists, politicians, senior citizens, laborers and those “next generations”) will figure out how to solve this dilemma faster when we stop blaming others and help everyone see how they can contribute. The we can move forward through this doomsday as we have done in history.

##1 of 52. They will get sappier as we get closer to Christmas. Share with your friends. I have a few tales to tell.

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