As an adult, I remember flying out of Montgomery for Charlotte on a stormy late spring day. Near the end of the expected flying time, I looked out the window to see two other planes flying in parallel at different altitudes, one above and the other below. As I looked downward, I saw a point I had seen about ten or so minutes earlier. At that moment the pilot announced a return to Montgomery because the circling to avoid thunderstorms over Charlotte was consuming too much fuel. So, to avoid being forced past the point of no return and into some desperate search for a reachable airport not covered by storms and dangerous downdrafts, the unseen pilot turned the plane around, landing at our starting point to refuel. Whew!
It was not as dramatic as that movie—whose name escapes me—depicted. The incident wasn’t more than an inconvenience, a prolongation of my flight time, causing me to wait in Charlotte for another flight. I survived. Call it an unexpected interruption of little personal consequence. Had I been traveling between Montgomery and Paris, I might have been a bit more concerned, but I felt nothing more than the pain of inconvenience--c'est la vie. Thanks to an anonymous pilot I completed my journey.
Points of no return are, however, real, and uncounted humans have passed them to their detriment. And like my fellow passengers and I, many such humans have not been aware of approaching those points, particularly those associated with changes in society. During many of our journeys, we are not the pilots. In reality, during some journeys there isn’t always a pilot in control, a person who is watching the fuel gauge, the direction, and the changing conditions in real time. In fact, most incidents of reaching a point of no return occur unexpectedly for the people going about their daily lives. And in those rare incidents of skyjacking, anonymous pilots with evil intent usurp the role of the similarly anonymous people of good intent who are officially permitted in the cockpit. Sometimes crossing the point of no return is accidental; sometimes, purposeful; sometimes, good; sometimes, bad.
The growing homeless population is an example. Cities like San Francisco had some homelessness, then more, then even more. And now, homelessness is seemingly at the point of no return or across it. Every city seems to be a flight that has crossed the point of no return. Longterm residents suddenly look out the window to see they were flying on automatic pilot toward a fixed destination they could not alter. No one seems to be in control; no one can turn the plane around.
But changes to cities are inevitable because of shifting populations. No doubt New York, especially Queens, is different today from what it was when the Dutch called it New Amsterdam. The waves of European immigrants going through Ellis Island altered the human landscape, making the city increasingly more diverse. James Watson of Watson and Crick DNA fame noted in his book commemorating the fiftieth anniversary of their discovery of the molecule of life that Queens was one of, if not the prime example of, human genetic diversity gathered in a single community. When did that happen? No doubt someone could trace the population change to a tipping point and a point of no return to homogeneity of Dutch genes, but that’s outside this discussion.
Changes to society are often subtle and unnoticed until after they occur. Solvang, California, is currently undergoing the realization that the once more homogeneous community is undergoing a change to heterogeneity, ironically, by the inclusion of another supposedly homogenous group. * And the fuel tank seems to be approaching “empty” over a rather silly matter, rejecting a proposed month-long hanging of gay pride flags in the town. Looking out the window, the town council piloting the community decided against the banners in an attempt to be apolitical. Turns out the rejection became political—and ugly.
The council did agree to a ten day display period, but, alas, too little too late. Residents for and against the banners tried to grab the controls. Crossing the point of no return has embroiled the townspeople in controversy. The town of 6,000, founded in 1911 by Danish immigrants, has been a quaint tourist destination for a long time. The issue has drawn international attention and accusations of homophobia, a charge that residents deny. Councilman Robert Clarke, in defense of his community, told the New York Post that Solvang has been apolitical, trying to keep its image free from controversy that is now imposed on it. He sees the issue as polarizing and distracting from the true nature of the town, a safe community for all of its residents and visitors. And as has happened elsewhere in America—and beyond—outside activists have entered and exacerbated the debate.
Not that outside activists haven’t exhausted the fuel that ran communities of the past. The Haymarket Square riot of 1886 comes to mind, but there have been many more such incidents, including the recent riots and disruptions in cities like Portland, Seattle, and Ferguson, cities whose residents merely wanted to continue life as it was, riding in the passenger seat toward an expected destinations for selves, families, and neighbors—regardless of political issues. Solvang had no history of homophobia; it’s residents of various inclinations had a safe and uncontroversial tourist town with Danish-themed architecture, restaurants, and shops. It was a safe community as communities go nowadays. Was, that is. Now the council members get death threats and Councilman Clarke said he suspected that some had rifled through his garbage to find something to use against him. Will Solvang be able to turn around?
It appears to me that all of us approach and cross a point of no return. That we age is a constant flight on a limited fuel tank. That some neighbors die or move away and their houses are occupied by new neighbors is also a constant. In fact, because our lives are complex we cross many points of no return; we are always en route to many destinations. So, many superimposed journeys make us unaware when a particular journey reaches the point of no return. Look out the window. Do you see any signs that an unknown pilot might be turning your plane back to your point of departure?
*Marjorie Hernandez. The New York Post. Online at https://nypost.com/2023/05/07/californias-most-charming-town-solvang-reluctantly-dragged-into-culture-war-over-lgbtq-pride-flags/ Accessed May 8, 2023.