The birth of our generation was greeted with the toppling of towers, a nation of babies who had barely learned to walk when the airplanes collided and the tone of our time was set. We donât remember a time before terror was featured on the evening news each night. We are the generation whose parents went to iraq, who saw the birth of the social internet and the first black president and the uncoiling of every precedent our forefathers had set. We grew up at the same pace as technology. Old computer labs in elementary school, smart phones in middle school, school-owned laptops and tablets in high school. There was a new revolution for each stage of development, perfectly tailored to match our wants and needs. Our parents didnât have to ask âwhen are they old enough for an iphoneâ- they didnât exist until we were. We are the generation who learned about the civil rights movement in history class and wondered why the police still killed people because of the color of their skin. We are the generation who learned about womenâs suffrage and wondered why girls still couldnât wear shorts to school or get hired at the same rate or walk down the street at night without being afraid. We learned those things arenât just fine print in dusty history textbooks, they are the prologue to our stories and itâs our duty to see to a conclusion. In the short time weâve been alive, weâve seen mountains move. Weâve seen the best and worst of humanity, the most violent hatred and the most inspiring love. Weâre still young. Weâre still barely getting started. That can be scary or empowering- itâs up to us to decide.
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