By BoJenn

Have you ever wondered why you were born into this world situation, the decade of the 1950s or 40s? Why are we here for this Rump takeover of the world. Why? 

Yes. Many of us who arrived in the 1940s and 1950s have asked ourselves that very question—especially now.

We were born after a world war, into a fragile hope that reason, democracy, and decency might finally prevail. We grew up watching institutions being built, norms being formed, and guardrails quietly assumed to be permanent. Perhaps that was never an accident. Perhaps we were shaped by contrast—by seeing what stability looks like, so we could recognize danger when it returns wearing a different mask.

Every era produces witnesses. Some generations are born to build. Others are born to warn.

Being here now, in this moment of authoritarian temptation and moral inversion, may not be about power at all—but about memory. We remember life before the lies were normalized, before cruelty was branded as strength, before truth became negotiable. That memory matters. It anchors reality when propaganda tries to rewrite it.

History doesn’t only move forward through conquerors and demagogues. It also moves through those who refuse to forget, who speak when silence is easier, who understand that collapse doesn’t announce itself with explosions—but with applause.

Why are we here now?

Maybe to say: We’ve seen this before. And it does not end well.

How do I make it better than expected?

My Art

The magic in me, I ask it to grow.