From passionate commitment to temporary hashtag campaigners, childhood activism is a great thing to those of us who ardently believe, contrary to the adage, that children should be seen AND heard. As a father of two and an advocate for many social and environmental causes myself, it's exciting to see the growing number of young activists.
I woke up a few days ago and saw that my high school rescinded a gay woman's job offer. My first thought was, "is that even legal?" It was followed quickly by, 'wow, they just pissed off an army of highly intelligent, passionate folks, poised to fight injustice. You can bet this won't pass quietly.'
In the basement of St. Louis' Saint John's United Church of Christ at the end of the Labor Day weekend, Yates recounted almost a month's worth of harrowing encounters with a militarized police force to a room of Black Lives Matter freedom riders. She woefully explained that as the days bled into one another, she began "marking days by police tactics."
We live in a contradictory world. Dispiriting events coincide with progress for human dignity. Bombs fall on children. The gay rights movement makes unimaginable gains. But when change occurs, it's because people find ways to act even in demoralizing times or when all the doors seem closed, and open up new possibilities by doing so.