May 1971 |
When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
— Corinthians 13:11
Good luck with that.
My gut tells me mollycoddling is out.
There's something happening here.
A new generation is about to do what a big part of mine did.
Resist.
November 2016 |
Perhaps because I'm Irish-American, resistance is near and dear. In fact, I came to live in Washington, DC, as a direct result of participating in May Day, a large-scale civil disobedience event held on the National Mall in 1971. It's remembered today because it ended with the mass arrest of a third of the 36,000 protestors (I avoided that fate, to my parents' relief).
For years, we have lamented the generation of "snowflakes" doted on by helicopter parents and their milquetoast surrogates. But the snowflakes' hour draws near...
Arrest may be the cure for arrested development.
NOTE: Opinions are mine.