Being Judged is the new way it is. But it didn’t use to be so rampart.
Sort of looks like my dad’s truck. I wonder if he was ever judged for having it there? It’s how a lot of us grew up. After the first day of school at Gordon Elementary when i was 6, I walked almost a mile everyday to school thru the 3rd grade. 1092 Jackson Ave in Memphis. Now that location is an off ramp of 240 loop downtown. Never used any form of calculator, they didn’t exists. Our internet was a room or building full of books and index cards telling you what book you needed to solve a problem. Our one phone use was restricted by the length of its cord. The remote for the TV usually was a scrawny red-headed kid who had mastered the speed and preciseness of selecting one of three available channels to watch. There was no nudity or bad words on the TV. Girly magazines were very taboo unless you were lucky to have a friend who had snuck one out his dads secret stash. Then you just were too scared to view it for fear either you would get caught or God was going to punish you. That’s the kind of being judged you feared the most. We played outside until dark or risk get a spanking. We ate together at a table. We were poor in many ways but we were happy for the most part. Struggle was real, and I think you accepted that in others as they did you.
I guess what I’m saying is we lived in a time where people accepted you without you being judged by how much money you had, the clothes you wore, or the size of your home. Even that gun rack was accepted. It was a sign of a family that provided meat for the table; and so many trucks had one. It may have been sort of a status symbol to own the truck and display a prized possession but especially to not be judged for it..
Our life was not unique, nor was it completely common. I didn’t grow up on technology, I dreamed about it. Today technology with all its treasures, has also brought us horrors of hatred and bigotry that exists everywhere right into our lives through every moment online, watched by millions of impressionable young minds who are forced to grow up way too soon. Good news and images are getting more and more hard to find. It is what it is, and added to that I say, it is only what we choose to make it, good or evil. There can be no in between.
To be honest I am tired of all the being judged; anger, hatred, and bigotry. Most can’t even be explained. It is just out there 24/7. And it’s getting worse every second.
That gun rack never caused any of all that when I was a kid. JMO.