Behold California, colossus of the West Coast: probably the most populous American state; the arena’s fifth-largest economic system; and arguably probably the most culturally influential, exporting Google searches and Instagram feeds and iPhones and Teslas and Netflix Originals and kimchi quesadillas. This position inspires awe. If I shut my eyes I will see silhouettes of Joshua bushes in opposition to a wasteland break of day; seals taking part in in L. a. Jolla’s craggy coves of sun-spangled, emerald seawater; fog rolling over the rugged Sonoma County coast at sundown into primeval groves of redwoods that John Steinbeck known as “ambassadors from all over again.”
This panorama is bejeweled with engineering feats: the California Aqueduct; the Golden Gate Bridge; and the ribbon of Pacific Coast Freeway that stretches south of Monterey, clings to the cliffs of Giant Sur, and descends the kelp-strewn Central Coast, the place William Hearst constructed his Xanadu on a hillside the place his zebras nonetheless graze. No dreamscape higher evokes dreamers. Hundreds of thousands nonetheless immigrate to my liked house to enhance each their potentialities and ours.
But I concern for California’s long run. The generations that reaped some great benefits of the postwar generation in what was once probably the most dynamic position on the earth must be striving to make sure that long run generations can pursue happiness as they did. As a substitute, they’re poised to take the California Dream to their graves through betraying a promise the state has introduced from the beginning.