Or – DIE, BOOMERS! DIE!
I was born in the 1950s, during the first Eisenhower Administration. I consider myself a part of the Baby Boom – just. How I see us:
The Boomers protested the Viet Nam War, & made it unpopular enough to finally bring it to an end (although not as soon as we wanted). We took up the causes of Civil Rights & Equal Rights, considering them to be both Constitutional & moral matters. We protested the pollution of our Earth & helped bring about new standards for products (such as lead out of gasoline – & paint! – & phosphates out of detergents), & helped bring about the creation of the EPA. Maybe not as celebrated as our parents – The Greatest Generation – who made it through the Great Depression & then saved the world for Democracy, but we did our bit to keep improving our society (The Pretty Darn Good Generation?).
So, I am especially disheartened to be reading (now & for the last few years) how the Boomers need to get off the stage, we’re aging White People (apparently no Blacks born in the Boom?) who all watch Fox News, vote Republican, & care nothing for the generations following ours.
Excuse me? We are still the same people who tried to change the world for the better, who fought for equality for all, who have fought for 50 years to clean up our air/water/soil so it will be able to sustain the generations to follow. Granted, not ALL Boomers are of one mind; look up video of “kids” in the ’60s mad about John Lennon saying the Beatles were more popular than Jesus. They burnt their books, records, jackets, etc. as protest of WHAT HE SAID!!! (as the radio people exhorted) THOSE are the people who grew up to watch Fox News, believe Glenn Beck’s conspiracies, & believe Rush Limbaugh is the arbiter of all things political & social. A fractional minority of a massive generation.
While I’ve gone from “Don’t Trust Anyone Over Thirty” to “Don’t Trust Anyone Under Fifty”, I won’t be told I’m too old to be useful, too old to care, to get off the stage, & I won’t hurry up & die – and you can’t make me. So there.
Now get off my lawn, whippersnapper.