I’ve been out on the street many times in my life, not because I’m brave or a savvy political organizer. No, I’ve been inspired to march when I’m angry and/or sad. Right now I’m both of those things, and ashamed as well… Surely we can do better than this.
But this time I’m not joining the crowds because I am afraid of getting sick.
If you look at the protesters on the streets these days, young faces predominate. Of course that is almost always the way—young people are the force of change, trying to shape the future that they want to live in. However, even when I marched against the Vietnam War in the sixties and seventies, there were always old people along who formed a line of continuity to past protests.
I don’t see many old faces now. The seventy-plus year old man knocked down by police in Buffalo is, from what I’ve seen, a rarity. Correct me if I’m wrong.
Are you protesting now? I’m not, and it makes me even sadder.