We didn’t know. I just recall a lady on TV pleading for our compassion in 1972 for the poor, young women who were dying in back-alley abortions. I didn’t understand at the time. Not really. We would soon be taught about another freedom, a freedom that was horrific and unspeakable.
1970s It was time for the reality of what they wanted to come out in the open. Decency, modesty and private intimacy had to be replaced by the opposite. Our dedication had to be worn down. We were told we weren’t free. “All you do is listen to your Pope. Why don’t you think for yourselves (translation: think like we do)?” But we were confused. As I drove down the street one day, I saw a sign on a building that read Adult Bookstore. I went in. All sense of modesty, decency, shame, it was obvious it no longer applied. I was stunned. “Who allowed this?” I thought to myself. I was shaken. I couldn’t believe “my neighbors” could do such a thing, but I was encouraged to do wrong. I heard, “Now we have the freedom!” So, what was rightly considered morally dirty and hard to find began to appear everywhere.
I was taking a walk one day and saw a mannequin atop an overhang at a local bar. It wore panties and a negligee but no bra. This was a topless bar now. It never was before. Of course, they were only bringing what they loved out into the open because they had “the First Amendment right” to do so according to their high-priced lawyers. Where was this idea in the First Amendment?
Fortunately, I thought, naively, this will be shunned and limited. I was wrong and we have sex addicts today because a line was crossed between the holy and profane. And profanity was called good as well among their number. Illegal drug use increased.
In 1973, I lost faith in my country to do the right thing when the US Supreme Court legalized abortion. Again, I thought, who had allowed this? Why?
I did not know that years of research about homosexual persons was about to be discarded due to the work of gay activists inside and outside the American Psychological Association. What was a disorder yesterday became not a disorder today - by vote.
And inside the Church? The 1960s and 1970s were called the golden age of Catholic dissent. They helped throw a monkey wrench in the machinery of the Church.
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Also, in the 1970s, came a small group of women who hated the family and the proper role of both men and women in family life. They created fear, distrust and anger toward all men. They shouted freedom as well. But again, their message was “don’t listen to anyone but us.” “Sisters! Throw off the chains of your oppression!” Men - all men. And that included the Church leadership as well.
And like farmers, they planted the seeds of fear and distrust in the minds of many women, so that the ground was prepared.
1980s No-Fault Divorce. Lawyers, not the public, turned marriage into nothing but a contract. No longer did you have to prove anything or give a good reason, just sign some papers and pay the fee and you’re done. So much for the sanctity of marriage and no one cared about the cries of the children or their pain or disbelief. Because the children knew that marriage was a promise and how could two people they loved betray that promise?
By the time, movies began to appear to spin this in a positive light. To blind people to the truth and to have your buddies tell you, “You’ll find someone better.”
Yes, it was clear that what had happened in the 1970s was going to infiltrate the movies and every other media.
I bring this up to say one simple thing: We were lied to. These people smiled while they told us lies. Those we trusted became untrusted once we understood that we had been deceived, and communities began to fall apart. Neighbors became strangers since one never knew who had chosen to be “free” and who had not.
Those of us who wanted to remain faithful were cast out. We were told that right was wrong, good was bad, and we would be given a Woodstock Nation that would be better for all. What a joke. What a lie. So as the decades passed, especially in the movies, all they loved began to pour out and we were told to love it, to embrace it, to “embrace the darkness because it needs a hug.”
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