Fifty-five years ago, the original Star Trek TV series was launched. The show survived just three seasons, still that does nothing to diminish the impact the program had. If you don’t believe me, take a look at your cellphone. Then, glance at Captain James T. Kirk as he flips open his communicator. Looks familiar, doesn’t it?
Kirk and his crew were tasked with exploring the universe. The opening voiceover still gives me chills. Space: the final frontier; These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds. To seek out new life and new civilizations. To boldly go where no man has gone before!
While I was just a kid at the time the series came out, I was enthralled by the situations the Enterprise crew endured. I know what you’re thinking. The show today looks cheesy, with sometimes silly special effects and actors routinely chewing scenery. But back in the mid-1960s it was mesmerizing. And often the stories had deep sociological meaning.
While there are several episodes dealing with planetary pandemics, I will skip those since I, at least, need some rest from that particular subject. Instead, the one that sticks in my head is “Let That Be Your Last Battlefield.” The story centers around the planet Cheron whose people have been fighting a civil war for 50,000 years. Kirk and his crew attempt to negotiate a peace with two ambassadors who are so embittered by their hatred toward one another that no one on the Enterprise can get through to them.
The ambassadors insist that their people are too different to get along. Finally, Spock—Kirk’s Vulcan second-in-command—points out, “The obvious visual evidence, Commissioner, is that he is of the same breed as yourself.” What Spock is alluding to is the fact that all the people of Cheron are black on one side and white on the other.
I was 14 when this episode aired in 1969. Race riots had plagued the US for several years, including those in Newark, New Jersey, not far from where I lived. The TV images of the anger and destruction were frightening. Though I will admit here that I was raised in a predominately white suburb, I camped every summer with girls of all kinds—black, white, brown. We spent our days together, slept in the same tents every night, and never gave it a second thought. So, the violence I watched on the news was confusing.
Kirk has no idea why the ambassadors of Cheron hate one another. Finally, in exasperation, he looks at them and says, “You’re black on one side and white on the other.”
One man puffs up his chest. “I am black on the right side.”
When I heard that line, something clicked in my brain. I now understood the idiocy of racism. And—don’t laugh—I truly believed that soon everyone would realize the stupidity of demeaning others because of what they looked like. In my misguided innocence, I thought that very soon racism would be relegated to the past and that we would all get along. Cue “Kumbaya”.
Of course, that didn’t happen. Today, at 65, I wonder what went wrong? How did so many people of my generation not get the message?
I’d like to think we can still repair the damage we’ve done to one another, but maybe we can’t. Perhaps, if we’re not careful, we’ll end up like the people of Cheron, who annihilated themselves and destroyed their planet because of their hate. My 14-year-old self found it hard to feel sorry for them. After all, they were the instrument of their own destruction.
We might be too.
Here’s hoping we come to our senses in time.
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9 thoughts on “A Star Trek lesson we need to heed”
You are a spot on. Although the later Trek series dealt with the issue so …
💕 this post and would like but couldn’t.
Thank you, C and D!
WONDERFUL post, Anne.
Thank you, Sloane! So glad you liked it! 😉
Thank you, Sloane! Glad you liked it. 😉
Now let’s hope people are listening, Helen! 😉
It isn’t that no one gets it. People do, it’s that we can’t let the past go. Every slight, however small becomes racist, even when it’s not. Racism lives on because people aren’t willing to let it go, aren’t willing to leave the past in the past, and when you focus is on the past, you have no future.
I agree, JG. But it needs to end. Perhaps if we understood one another better. I’m afraid many people stay behind the walls of their gated communities or never leave their little neighborhoods where everyone looks the same. If everyone had the opportunity I did– to teach in an inner city school where everyone looked different–they’d see that we are all pretty much the same.