D Day Plus 70

Rarely (well, outside of The Running Man anyway) is there ever a need to reference Richard Dawson.

The gushing going on today re: the 70th anniversary of the invasion of Normandy during World War II is one of them.

No, not because Dawson, as an adult, was on the WWII-based Hogan’s Heroes prior to his decade as host of Family Feud, but because he was a kid in England during the war – specifically, as the D Day invasion forces were gathering.

He had cause to mention this on the final episode of the original incarnation of Family Feud in 1985:

Accurately, he points out how – however smarmy Family Feud was in other ways – the show was egalitarian as to who could participate as contestants.  No, no same-sex couples – but interracial ones, as well as folks with visible disabilities.

You know…

Things that far too many people willingly forget that the America that produced the soldiers who stormed the beaches at Normandy had no problem letting states and localities subject to criminal sanctions via ‘miscegenation statutes’ and ‘ugly laws.’

What people who remember the original version of Family Feud at all tend to remember most is Dawson’s habit of kissing all of the female contestants.

People tend to forget some didn’t always find that aspect of the show amusing.

There were people upset that I would hug or embrace or hug someone of a different color.  The first time I ever saw people of any color was when D Day left from my hometown in England to go and free Europe from the war.  And there was every color you could imagine, and I’d not seen that in England.  And I asked my mother about it and I said, “Is there something wrong?”  She said, “God – god makes people, you understand that, don’t you?”  And I said yeh.  She said, “Who makes the rainbow?”  I said, “God.”  She said, “I’d never presume to tell anyone who could make a rainbow what color to make children.”  And she changed my whole life with that statement.

I point Dawson’s words out because it was slightly less than two decades after D Day that a child named Barack Obama was born in an America whose laws still, for the most part, were less enlightened than Dawson’s mother was in June of 1944.

Dawson said those words over four decades after D Day.

And now its three decades after that.


Just something to think about.


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