1.3 Editor's Letters
1999: Letters from the Editors
1999. Picking a year as our theme was, at least for me, an interesting decision because at the end of the day, there is no one way to capture a year. Those 365 days don’t have one meaning, rather, they are different for everyone who experienced them, and even those of us that didn’t. In reality, it is just a collection of memories, a random assortment of days and nights that inherently renders every single person’s definition entirely unique. And yet, there is somehow, a common theme that emerges - a role that those seemingly random 8760 hours play in the global lexicon.
Early on in Prince’s hit song, “1999”, he croons that, “when I woke up this mornin’, could’ve sworn it was judgement day.” This wound up encapsulating the end of the millennia with shocking exactitude given that the lyrics were written 17 years earlier. By the end of 1999, many feared the world was ending. Yet, the sun rose on January 1, 2000 and the world was left relatively unscathed. Now, similarly to the end of 1999, we feel as though we are on the precipice of something new. And, unfortunately, at times it may feel like the world could end tomorrow morning. But, the millennia ended and the world kept spinning.Things will go wrong. Wronger than we could ever fathom and we will have to deal with that. But, as corny as it sounds, I have faith that we’ll get through them. When asked recently what gives her hope in the midst of everything, a personal hero of mine, Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, answered with a reference to her late husband, Marty: "My dear spouse would say that the true symbol of the United States is not the bald eagle -- it is the pendulum, And when it goes very far in one direction you can count on its swinging back."
xx, Kate Klein