Don’t Look at Me

I was born in 1964, the last year of the Baby Boomer generation. We were infants and toddlers during the Vietnam war. We didn’t get to have the fun and adventtures of older boomers. Given the fact that those born in ’64 graduated and entered the workforce during the Reagan years, we were the first to be victims of “trickle down” economics in a sense. We were sold the same bill of goods. We were the first to experience that struggle. We were the first to not know what it as like to pay reasonable tuition and not spend the next 30 years strapped with student debt. We were the first to truly get the shaft.

Boomers went from hippies to yuppies. They were the “greed is good” crowd.

I for one, sympathize and empathize with millennials and gen Z’s. I get it. I have for all of my life been swimming upstream. I wanted very much to go to college, but I had to work so much trying to achieve the “American dream,”there was no time or energy left over for school. It was about 25 years ago that I first saw Bernie Sanders. He was the one and only person who explained to me in simple terms why I was struggling so hard. And still am.

On the other side of that coin, there are those who had enough privilege that they didn’t have to struggle nearly as hard. Those whose parents had prospered from a growing middle class, whereas we, the boomer class of ’64, were at the beginning of the shrinking middle class.

I don’t consider myself to be among the Boomers. And the resentment I seem to be feeling isn’t towards the younger, it is towards those older than me who continually voted for greed.