On Nov.2, as I’ve told you, I attended a Trump rally at Avoca Airport near Scranton.
I did notice and remark at the time that it was a young crowd. But looking back, fantasizing that those prime o’ lifers in whose company I spent 3 or 4 cold hours are just as disappointed as I am, I’m struck by the millennial class divide. I have never read or heard anything about it. But these kids (and I didn’t think “kids” at the time, these were obviously people who had taken time off from their jobs, y’ know, 9 to 5 and all that) could not be more different from the children of my fellow professionals—their millennial peers, after all.
“I’m so excited!” Said the girl/young woman/ kid I’d been sitting next to for about 1.5 hrs as we waited for Air Force One, tentatively smiling at me. “Me too!” I replied. The girl behind me obligingly grabbed the back of my flimsy plastic chair, on which I’d been standing to see better, as I dismounted it. The wiry, bearded young men, some of them bare-armed in the cold, had a grin for everybody. At the front of the crowd a group of young Orthodox Jews, the fringes of their prayer shawls dangling below their parkas, performed what I assume was a jubilant hora.
I hate the term “meritocracy”. See, what has happened, now that all societal barriers to equality have been removed or at least decisively attacked, is that the Left is up,against the fact that Mother Nature herself plays favorites. Some people are smart and some are not very. So now, smart is bad. It was in one article on this subject that I read about the “meritocratic” “hothousing” its children. Native intelligence should NOT be nurtured and fostered. Educated people should NOT read to their kids because in less fortunate households parents don’t do that. I hate and reject those ideas.
But last Monday, I admit I did muse on the difference between my social class’s Pajama Boys and #metoo girls, and these (truly forgotten until Trump) working class chil-no, thinking of calling them children points up how asinine it is that any of us still refer to the 25 + set as “children”.
Of course, of course, of course! We read to our children, we gave them every opportunity for “enrichment”. We paid 250K for the best colleges. How not? And we’d do it again. How not?
But….idk: the hothouse, or the kitchen garden? What’s to choose?