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Blogging might well be the 21st century's form of journaling. As a writing teacher, I have always advised my students to keep a daily journal as a way of organizing their thoughts for future writing projects, a discipline I have unfortunately never consistently practiced myself. By blogging, I might finally be able to follow my own good advice.

The difference between journaling and blogging is that the blogger opens his or her writing to the public, something journal- writers are usually reluctant to do. I am not so reticent.

The trick for me will be to avoid cluttering the internet with more blather, something none of us need more of. If I stick to subjects I know: sports and literature, I believe I can avoid that pitfall. I can't promise that I'll not stray from time to time to comment on ancillary subjects, but I will make every attempt to be interesting and perhaps even insightful.

Sunday, November 3, 2024

THE GENERATION Z COALITION

As a high school teacher for 26 years, I never missed a graduation. The auditorium was filled to bursting with proud parents, siblings, relatives, family friends, neighbors. The mood was always in equal measures, raucous, solemn, and festive. The graduating classes in their caps and gowns would enter in single file from the back of the auditorium to their seating directlyin in front of the stage. The stage where he podium stood held the school officials, School Board members, and student speakers. Huge bouquets of flowers graced both sides of the stage. At the center of the stage were stairs students would use to return to their seating after receiving their diplomas. And every year as I sat in the audience with my fellow teachers, proud of my graduating English students, thrilled for their parents and sibs, it was always astonished and delighted by the student speakers enthusiasm and optimism for the future. I was always their generation that was finally going  to change the world for the better. So many decades have passed since my first graduation, and for the first time in my life, I actually believe that the 18-year-olds plus, those members of the Z generation will be the ones who walk their talk. 

Last night, in Wisconsin at one of her closing rallies, Vice President Kamala Harris, Democratic candidate for President, spoke directly to The Zs, often called the Zoomers. She spoke of how much she loved their impatience to get things done, and promised she'd be the one to help them finally reach their goals: climate change; racial and gender equality, job growth, solving education debt, and the return right of women to make their own decisions about their bodies. In my eyes, Kamala Harris was the proud teacher talking to her students.  She told them in her presidency their hopes and dreams for America would be fulfilled. Watching the rally on TV, I felt I was back at graduation night, and for the first time believing what I was hearing. 

 It is believable because youth has finally caught up with the old white men and outstripped them of their voting edge. The youth vote is finally ready to assert itself. Gen Z is the last group of a winning coalition of voters who will elect Kamala Harris and send Donald Trump packing.  This coalition is composed of the three Gens that proceeded Gen Z: Gen Alphas, Gen Y often called the Millennials, and Gen Xers, who will not longer tolerate Donald Trump's misogyny or any government telling them what they can do or can't do with their own bodies. 

The time had finally arrived. Decades of graduation speeches full of hope have, at last, coalesced into one laser beam of change. This is no longer pic in the sky; it is the march to a different drummer; it is the mixed metaphor that will blast the reign of old white men out of power. It is the perfect union of women with the children they gave birth to, claiming their right to be equal citizens. It will be the greatest of ironies that with the help of the bodies they brought into the world that women will finally overcome the tyranny of men. 

                                    THREE MORE DAYS TO ELECTION, VOTE FOR KAMALA - 

                                                      IT IS A VOTE FOR CAMELOT. 

In 2012, I gave the graduation  address to the class of Saint Mary's College, my alma mater, and ended with this poem by Adrienne Rich. It deals with a lot of the subjects I've been writing about in my recent Blogs.   

Prospective Immigrants Please Note  by Adrienne Rich (1929 - 2012)


Either you will
go through this door
or you will not go through.
If you go through
there is always the risk
of remembering your name.

Things look at you doubly
and you must look back
and let them happen.

If you do not go through
it is possible
to live worthily
to maintain your attitudes
to hold your position
to die bravely

but much will blind you,
much will evade you,
at what cost who knows?
The door itself makes no promises.
It is only a door.  

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