“And these children that you spit on/ As they try to change their worlds/ Are immune to your consultations/ They’re quite aware of what they’re going through.” — from “Changes,” by David Bowie
“Generation Z” is new to me. Keystone College political science professor Jeff Brauer has devoted his recent career to studying the demographics of young Americans who don’t fit into the much-maligned category of “Millennials.” He brought me up to speed.
I joked that the nickname — which leans on the last letter of the alphabet — suggests we have finally reached a “Last Generation.” These young men and women better get it right.
On Saturday, they did. From Scranton to Wilkes-Barre to Washington and hundreds of places across America, hundreds of thousands of young people and parents, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles, friends and strangers took to the streets in the “March For Our Lives.”
Some 500,000 protesters turned out in the nation’s capitol, exponentially more than showed up for the inauguration of the Current Resident of the White House, who cowered in Florida at one of his golf resorts, all at the expense of the middle-class Americans he swore to serve.
What America and the world saw Saturday was an army of young people embracing a cause they never wanted. All the phony memes and baseless claims the NRA and the radical right toss in their way won’t change that.
These kids aren’t afraid to stand together, which is what truly scares those who want them to sit down and shut up. If this is the Last Generation, humanity is going out on its feet, not its knees.