There are moments in history when people don’t yet agree on what’s wrong — but they know something is. The air feels charged. Conversations feel brittle. Institutions that once seemed solid begin to wobble. And a low, persistent unease settles in, even among those who can’t quite put it into words.
Santa Barbara, and America, are living in one of those moments now.
More than half a century ago, during another period of national unrest, a song by Buffalo Springfield captured that same uneasy awareness. It didn’t shout slogans or offer solutions. It simply observed what was happening — and warned people to pay attention. Its power came from restraint, not rage.