As a child, I absorbed everything about Astronauts and Dinosaurs.
This curious range convinced me that being a scientist was the ultimate career.
My newly focused adolescence sat at the feet of past giants, dreaming of standing on their shoulders. One tenet rang clearly; great science begins with simple questions.
As a middle-aged teen I dreamt of a fantastic future. I wouldn’t live long enough to see them come true. Death was inevitable. So the next best thing was to compromise.
My scientifically simple question emerged: Can we predict the future of humanity?
I didn’t know the answer, but I would find out. As an old teenager, I devoted myself to learning as much as I could about anything having to do with people. It wasn’t my strong point, as much of the literature was confusing and convoluted.
To keep learning fun and my grades high, I dabbled in easy subjects like physics and topology.
Now, to make this life story short, I discovered that no discipline could answer my simple question.
As a young adult I entered graduate school to try and become a real scientist. The school didn’t do a good enough job, so I became a scientist on my own. Along the way a truly wonderful event emerged.
I figured out the answer.*
That was four decades ago. Since then I’ve built upon that answer to understand all sorts of things.
One of those things is racism.
I know where it comes from. I know what causes it. I know what sustains it.
And I know how to stop it.
The problem is that now I’m an old man. That’s one of the lowest life forms among humanity. I wish I could be at least a gadfly or a pain-in-the-ass. But I’m not even that lucky. I’m the worst kind of old man there is.
I’m irrelevant. I know lots of old men like myself. The rest of the world thinks we’re just crazy guys spouting nonsense whenever we get a chance to corner someone at a party.
Except I don’t think I’m one of them. I don’t talk about this with anyone. Hardly even myself.
But I don’t cant hold it any longer. Time’s running out for all of us. For me, for you, for the world.
Yes, I can put an end to racism. But I can’t do it alone. And it’s not going to happen overnight. After all, it’s been with us for over twenty generations.
But I’d like to try. And if you’d like to help, I’d love to hear from you.
Thanks for reading.
Steve (Tusok) Socrates
*If you’re curious, feel free to ask and we can talk about it. Suffice it to say, it wasn’t what I was expecting. But I’ve kept testing it over the decades, and it still works. I may not be happy with the answers it gives me, but I trust the process and the information. Oh, by the way, the “Four” in the title refers to four generations of humans. Yes, it’s going to take at least 4 generations to get rid of racism. Surprised? It’s been with us for about 20 generations, so it’s a bit entrenched, what some people call institutionalized. It’s also being passed down from grandparent to child, and that sort of tribal knowledge is hard to moderate. So, yes, at least 4 generations to get rid of most of it. And let’s face it, there’s always going to be a holdout somewhere… just like there is someone somewhere holding out against getting a vaccine for smallpox or polio.