The greatest words about change that I have ever heard and have oft times repeated were never truer than they are now: If one person tells you something, you can pretty much blow them off. If 10 people are telling you the same thing, you’d be wise to listen.
What do you do when hundreds of thousands of your children are marching and shouting that things need to change?
On top of already having their lives forever changed by the events at their schools, these kids have been forced to forget the trivialities of normal adolescence. In the case of the children of Sandy Hook, they didn’t even come close to that age when your concern with change is mostly with the changes going on in your body. Prom and graduation are right around the corner but your children are marching for their lives, combining the voices of the A-listers with those of the chess team. Because they know, all too early, that when the shooter comes, those labels are meaningless. The captain of the chess team could be the one shielding the captain of the football team in the locker room after gym class. The freshman girl who’s a little overweight could be the one comforting the senior homecoming queen while they hide in the stacks of the library. No matter the case, each and every one of them will have a shared experience that they will try not to think about at future class reunions. But they will. They will remember their fallen friends. There will always be the memorial table, with pictures of those who never had a chance to have a life beyond their school days. This is the reality they have taken upon themselves to change. To prevent for their siblings, their cousins, people they will never know. Their lives have been forever changed. Their lives were changed in Newtown, Virginia Tech, Roseburg, Oregon, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Lives were forever changed in Los Vegas, Orlando, Aurora, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. And they, these lazy kids, are marching for a different kind of change. They are taking a page from those who came before and making it their own movement for the 21st century.
#MarchForOurLives can apply to so many things in addition to gun control: education, the environment, reproductive rights, income equality. How about just plain old every day EQUALITY. #Enough is enough for them and some haven’t ever reached puberty yet. Gun control and women’s rights are just the beginning for these kids. Because they are aware that they are the ones to try and clean up the mess. Congratulations!! We are the proud parents of a generation of avid and aware voters. My thoughts and prayers are with them all.
These kids, their parents, grandparents, teachers, coaches, friends, classmates, their Instagram followers, and I dare say each and every one of us want to be able to go to school, go holiday shopping, see a movie, dance at a concert, play in the park without having an ever present fear of shots ringing out and having to duck for cover. And with every massacre, more and more voices begin shouting. We don’t want to belong to that elite club that no one wants to belong to: the Survivors Club. We are beginning to shout that every day that goes by without the changes we are shouting for, our chances of becoming a member of that club increase.
We are in a crisis. Don’t you dare call us actors.
#MarchForOurLives #Enough #NeverAgain