The trailer for the new Picard Star Trek series premiered a while ago and it choked me up. In trying to articulate why, I wasted a lot of time setting the scene – explaining where I was during the run of the show, why it had such a profound effect on my adolescence, and why, despite its problems, it still resonates in my psyche. But none of that really explained why Picard is my captain, and it occurred to me that I don’t have to explain it. He already did.
Picard is my captain because there are four lights.
Picard is my captain because it’s possible to commit no mistakes and still lose, and that is not weakness, that is life.
Picard is my captain because sometimes there are no laws that fit the crime.
Picard is my captain because children don’t belong on the bridge.
Picard is my captain because on his ship, no one is alone. No one.
Picard is my captain because ordering a man to turn over his child to the state is abhorrent and men of good conscience cannot blindly follow orders.
Picard is my captain because I knew what tea, Earl Grey, hot was before the show and it was the key to my heart.
Picard is my captain because being broken down to component parts teaches us our humanity.
Picard is my captain because vigilance is the price we continually pay for freedom.
Picard is my captain because sometimes the line must be drawn here! And other times there can be no justice when laws are absolute.
Picard is my captain because courage can be an emotion, too.
I was a weird kid. While trying to obey the expectations of my family, there were others I wanted to be proud of me. People who embodied ideals that I didn’t necessarily see around me, but nonetheless knew were good and right. I try to live my life in such a way that Captain Picard would be proud of me. I’m hoping that I can measure that against the new series and be validated, or at least encouraged. I’m striving to make it so.