When Things Were Better, In the Good Old Days

I'm increasingly sick of the blather about the good old days. Apparently, there were no murders, no problems, no hate crimes - nothing to make CIS white people uncomfortable. 
Really?

When Things Were Better, In the Good Old Days

I remember he says

the respected actor with his trademark grimace

the good old days.

Do you? Really?

These would be the days when women were silent

not uppity, emancipated.

Nice quiet women, 

who didn't report pesky things like domestic violence

in those halcyon times.

Nice mothers at home

using prescription pills and booze in lonely boredom

in that past idyll.

Lets celebrate, eh?

The days when being white was not so problematic

and people knew their place

Good-natured banter

and people could take a joke against themselves 

and a lynching or three.

Happy days of fun

When jobs for white men were assured and everyone else

did the dirty work.

When using words

like weapons, piercing souls and destroying futures

wasn't such a big deal.

When being gay

or trans or different or visible or soft or effeminate

could get you killed.

When adults screamed

abuse and hatred at a little girl walking to school

surrounded by FBI agents.

When the Church

in Ireland, and beyond, put women in their place

quite literally

Put them in their place,

a Magdalen laundry where they rotted for a lifetime

in those gentler times.

Ah tell me more

about political correctness gone mad in these post feminist days

while I puke. 

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