I’ve been binging Mad Men for the past few weeks, and during the Season 5 episode about MLK’s assassination, it was like being in a trance. It felt as though it was actually happening in real time, and I cried and cried. I remember one of my kids being resentful that I got to live through the Sixties; I looked at him and said, “You have no idea how awful it was. You should be grateful.”
Watching this, I finally realized that our generation carries a significant psychic wound from the trauma. And I don’t think we’ll ever really get over it.
