By: Angel Rogers, ARM, CCRM
I am a product of the 1960’s. I grew up in a middle-class bedroom community about 60 miles from Los Angeles. We had a swimming pool and each of my siblings and I had our own bedrooms. We went on family vacations in our station wagon every summer and when we returned, we attended summer day camp. When we got older, we went to “sleep away” camp. We drank water from the hose, and we played outside until the streetlights came on. We had new wardrobes for back to school and Christmas was magical. Both of my parents were present my entire life, they were both college educated and they were educators as well.
We were not wealthy. We did not live in a “certain” zip code. My parents worked ridiculously hard as schoolteachers, and when they both went back to college to pursue master’s degrees, they did so at night, taking turns on who would go when. Getting those extra degrees (my father later earned his EdD), placed them on a higher pay scale. They sacrificed to provide for us.
This is my lens that I view the world through.
Is it different than yours? Probably. But what I have found is that most of us have more in common than we do different. You would not know that in 2020 and it seems like every difference we have has been amplified and exploited. We are no longer celebrating each other; we are fighting each other. Publicly. With intolerance towards each other’s views and beliefs. It seems like ourlens is the onlyacceptable lens.