Sitting around the corner from the TV, hearing the impassioned young voices, letting myself time-travel back to the ’60s when the issues were different but the same – my generation and theirs were/are tired of dying in the name of deeply-questionable causes.
After one of the more massive recent shootings, someone said “These young people are our future voters.” True, but short of the mark. These young people are our future EVERYTHING. These young people are our future.
They make me proud. By all rights they could have grown up tone-deaf to the things that ail American society, bent on getting theirs and never looking back. Instead, the world they’ve known since birth has built into them a sense of justice like we haven’t seen since…maybe the ’60s.
The on-the-cusp-of-adulthood people who are in the streets today have the energy, knowledge, and motivation to change the world and I believe they’re going to do it. It’s their time and I want to be found on the right side of history with them. They have my heart.
Playing for Time 
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