Letter from My Generation


Hazel Montgomery-Walsh, Guest Writer

They call us ahead of our time.  We are the self-absorbed, superficial side of society—obsessed with our cell phones.  We worship Beyoncé like she is God but pay no respect to the “triumphs” of Thomas Jefferson.  We are obsessed with now and don’t plan for future.  But we cling to Beyoncé because she is freedom—she is empowerment–in a nation, a world, that systematically discriminates–instead of praising a man whose hypocrisy laid the foundation for unrestrained racism in our communities; what about when you watch the news because you must be educated about your vote to prevent America from electing a racist into the White House again; when you are phone-banking as a fourteen-year-old because the older generations have not taken care of electing just officials; when you feel Emma Gonzalez’ anguish after realizing that our government allows our schools to be made into war-zones; when you are Pinterest-boarding a vegetarian diet so that you can make a small impact even though major corporations won’t make any change; when you are Greta Thunberg and it is your job to preserve your generation’s existence while presidents tell you to “chill out”; when you are the Malalas, shot for protesting your right to an education; when your twitter feed is images of starving Syrian refugees in inflatable boats; when you are the refugee fleeing your home only to be unwelcomed into a foreign place; when you are a DACA child failing to connect with your deported parents; when you are choosing to stay educated instead of closing your mind to change; when you are communicating with people different than you; when you are choosing to accept the science of climate change; when you are sacrificing education with walkouts for something that should be common-sense; when you are texting your mom “I love you” as the shooter approaches your classroom and you know you will never see her again–then I think you will understand why my generation is so obsessed with the moment—so obsessed with ourselves.  We hold onto the constants in our lives because otherwise we will tremble.  Our elders are silent, but we, Generation Z, don’t have that choice.