Forty-six years ago tonight, my dad and I sat in front of the big ol' black-and-white console TV. If you're old enough, you know the one: not only did you have to GET UP to change the channel, you had to use the pliers because the knob had long since disappeared.
I took one look at Gene Roddenberry's vision of the future and never looked back. A future where intolerance and selfishness had been replaced by acceptance and cooperation appealed to a kid who was bullied daily and was part of a family that was peppered with racists.
1966: I lived in the suburbs. It would still be six years before I actually met a brown-skinned person... in person. But the respect that was shown to Uhura and Sulu and Dr. M'Benga by their crewmates helped a precocious little mutant (yours truly) see that it was my closed-minded relatives who were the ignorant ones. I was thus spared an indoctrination to a lifetime mindset of hate.
The concept of IDIC may have been a fictional construct at first, but it has become a philosophy which I have tried to live by, and has shown me more truth than any of the various religions I have studied and/or practiced. By keeping my heart and mind open to different cultures, I've had experiences with food, travel, friendship, and love that I would have otherwise missed, but will now cherish for all of my days.
So, to everyone who has EVER had anything to do with The Great Bird of the Galaxy and his legacy...
Qapla'! Peace and long life. Thank you. I love you. And happy anniversary.
Yes this is wonderful. I was hoping they would do something special for the event.
I remember watching TOS on TV as reruns. Then when TNG came out I watched it when it came on. Since then I watched all the shows as they came out til the end. Movies I didn't see most of them until they came out on VHS. Until later on as my parents didn't have the $ for many movie trips.
Thank you to all the first generation fans of Star Trek. For working to keep the television show around for it's third season. And for helping keep it popular enough for me to catch in first run syndication years later. As well as inspiring the cartoon in 1973. The rest is history.
I was an infant. My father was a salesman, and returned home very late on Thursday evenings. I wouldn't sleep well until I heard his voice, so my mother kept me with her in the living room while watching Star Trek.
When I got a little older, it came on in reruns every afternoon when I got home from school, and the only thing that would keep me in bed for a nap was if I was allowed to watch Star Trek. The next day I would regale my fellow kindergarteners with tales of the previous day's rerun. I would make phasers out of cardboard and when my friends wanted to play cops and robbers, I always suggested starfleet and klingons instead. I got sent to the principal's office once in first grade because the teacher thought "asteroid" was a dirty word.
Star Trek has been a huge part of my life since literally its beginning. It will never stop until that life stops; and if there is anything beyond this life, I hope it includes access to Trekkies, because they're my people.