Counterculture: (n) the culture and lifestyle of those people who reject or oppose the dominant values and behavior of society.
Take any thirty years.
Yes—look back in your history book and isolate off a thirty year period and you will realize that every group of people who was deemed to be “counterculture” was ignored for ten years, rejected for the next ten, but by the third decade had gained position, if not predominance.
It also holds true for our common values. Case in point:
Divorce used to be never spoken of—ignored, if you will. Then for a while it was rejected as unacceptable. And now, it’s not only a part of our society, but it is generally assumed that any human being over the age of thirty-five has divorced at least once.
An obvious example is the gay community, which was at first ignored, then heavily rejected, and now appears deeply rooted in the fabric of our culture.
Yet there are two outstanding exceptions to this theory—black people and women.
Our American citizens who happen to have black skin seem to have stalled somewhere between rejection and inclusion.
And women continue to be bandied about as sexual objects instead of living, breathing sisters in our fight for sanity.
’Tis perplexing. It certainly gives some food for thought.
For when I was a young man, the war in Vietnam was a symbol of courage and American will to fight communism. Enter the counterculture of anti-war. Now, the Indochina conflict is basically a very dark joke.
I, for one, am going to be very careful to reject to anything as counterculture—because even the faith I hold dear, which proudly meets in churches every Sunday, was once condemned to be a counterculture, secretly fellowshipping in the tombs.