What has happened to the American Dream? Is it alive? Is it dead? Has it changed? Does it apply to some people and not others? I think there are several possible answers to this question, with certain answers applying to particular people and different answers being relevant to others. I will attempt to explore some of the answers to the initially-posed question, and relate those answers to various Americans, particularly those who live on my own street.
When my parents and grandparents were growing up, I believe the American Dream meant to get married, potentially be educated, have a family, own a home, be employed, and be as successful as possible. There was talk when I was a kid of the American Dream including families owning a home with a white picket fence surrounding the yard, and generally being happy and successful, much like one would imagine on the TV show, Leave it to Beaver.
Even on later shows such as The Brady Bunch, larger families who were combined as a result of second marriages were portrayed as experiencing the ups and downs of life, yet still being happy and successful. I would be hard-pressed to select an American television show, today, that portrayed the ideal living situation for most American families. Perhaps a family more like that reflected on Dr. Pol, having a single, adult son living at home with parents who are senior citizens, may be more like the America of today.
Personally, as an adult, the American Dream for me, meant becoming educated, getting married (to an amazing man who would be both an excellent husband and father to our children), owning a home, and having a successful career that was enjoyable and rewarding, along with having a happy family. The American Dream also meant helping others and giving back to my community. Throughout my 20s, I strived toward those aims, and achieved one of them – becoming educated.
In my 30s, I accomplished and/or partially attained some other facets of my American Dream, including getting married, owning a home, and having a successful career that was both stressful and rewarding. While the marriage was nothing close to the ideal that I had envisioned or hoped to achieve, an outcome of the union was the birth of my wonderful son, a blessing from God for whom I will always be thankful.
I can’t say if the family part of my American Dream was ever really “happy,” though I always tried to put on a happy face for my son so he would not have to witness the stress, loneliness, unhappiness, and other issues that were the reality in the marriage. The marital union was never really a partnership as it should have been, but more like roommates living together and sharing costs, not the type of situation one would envision for the making of a stable family.
One thing was for sure, however, the American Dream never included divorce. Marriage is supposed to be forever. Divorce was not an option. Yet, even so, divorce became a reality, though out of no absolute choice of my own. I always had hope for better in my American Dream, not worse. No matter how hard I tried, my American Dream never improved, but only worsened, at least in regard to marital issues. One just cannot force a person to change or perceive things differently if he won’t.
So, this brings me to the reality of having lost the American Dream. For so many years, the American Dream has been an elusive façade that, to me, no longer exists. Having experienced marital separations and a divorce, as well as being unemployed and a full-time student, both the economy and lack of opportunity have proved too challenging for many such as myself to maintain the hope of an American Dream.
What I have observed is that many people who have experienced divorce have also lost their American Dream. People who have lost their jobs and/or careers, as well as their homes, have also often lost sight of the American Dream. For others, experiencing each of these factors, simultaneously, has all but obliterated their American Dream. American Dream? “What American Dream?,” they ask. Particularly after a divorce, in addition to the loss of employment and home, it is extremely difficult for people to recover at all, economically. They wonder what hope is left for something as intangible as the American Dream. Indeed, for many, the American Dream transformed into something more like an American Nightmare.
Taking into account those who live on my own street, for example, it is possible to explain how the American Dream has changed. There are 16 houses on my street. Of those 16 houses, there are six homes in which extended families are living together. More specifically, in those six homes that include extended families – which all happen to be Caucasian – there is one or more adult child living in the home with one or more of his or her parents who is a senior citizen and/or elderly. In three of those six homes previously mentioned, there is a single and/or divorced mother who is also raising one or more children. So, in those three homes, there are three generations of extended family members living together. Ten years ago, this is something that was rarely experienced among Caucasian families in the United States.
Additionally, on my street, there are only two young couples who own their own homes. One couple has children, and the other does not. Most of the homes on my street are owned by Caucasians who are senior citizens and/or elderly. There is also one home in which an African-American mother resides with three of her sons who are minors. And, there is a home in which one Caucasian man who is divorced lives by himself. There are also two homes in which two adult sons live with their elderly mother, and another adult son lives with his elderly mother. Also, each of these men has been married and divorced at least once.
This is just the make-up of those who live on my street. This is just another example of the changing face of the American landscape, the transformation of the American Dream. It is also a reflection that for certain people, the American Dream may still be alive and well. For two elderly couples and one older couple on my street, they have their homes to themselves. They have lived out their lives and appear to have lived the American Dream, as well. Is it only for them, then, that the American Dream has been accomplished?
So, that brings me back to my initial question. What has happened to the American Dream? The American Dream appears to be alive for a select few people, but not for most others. At least, this appears to be applicable to most of those people who live on my street. Or, perhaps now, they may have a different conceptualization of the American Dream.
At any rate, the American Dream is certainly not anything near to what it was in the times of my parents and grandparents. For many, such as myself, perhaps it was just an ideal that was never really able to be achieved anyway. Those who survive must adjust to a changing world, changing times, and changing ideals. Having strived for something that was unattainable in its entirety, I have experienced just how elusive and no longer realistic the American Dream really is. One may have to be happy for having experienced parts of it.