My generation is so full of prejudice as the previous
My generation seemed to me once as "cutting edge", who were teenagers in the sixties and seventies we thought we had hundreds of things very clear, and thought to be important changes in social , political, and even art and customs.
was then born, raised and shocked the rock'n roll and all its variants, the French May, the hippies, the cinema of the nouvelle vague, pop and op, the bikini, the miniskirt and we had a festive star in the early age of a more realistic and less prudish practices sex. We were faced with generations conformist and prejudiced, that we were accused of unruly and unlawful. And advance a process of politicization through the "militancy" active, since one way or another all the young grew up in the continuing discussion of the reality that we believed to interpret or modify.
to the Catholic Church (yes, it) had become an engine of change. There was a council at the Vatican, and through a couple of potatoes were important changes in the liturgy, a way to adapt to the changes that happened in the rest of the planet. Grew aware of the injustice created by social differences Third movements and allowed to return to the criterion of solidarity of the original core foundation of Christianity.
That generation was aware of wanting to change the world, and many of the things that happened seemed to affirm it.
Today I wonder if this was just a product of our youth. Is that being young is being sick, so you stop to think that, but as "cures" things change? Is not rescued in the vast majority of the people of my generation's vision of what has become the end product of what seemed so vital and almost necessary ...
meeting today and among my contemporaries, however, Manichean visions to the immediate reality. Intolerance and discrimination, phobias and interpretations tremendous.
Like what they thought our parents who critiqued and discussed, my peers seem to think that "kids today" are terrible (in the worst cases they often add that they have "no limits"), and that adolescents are misguided and beset by drugs and alcohol. Increasingly it is thought that there would be "more justice" if there were more and tougher penalties instead of aiming at solving the social conflicts that originates and is a breeding ground for crime and crime in general (which itself supported the Most of those our generation).
These old protest everything, question almost at point blank range and nothing will convince, support a chronic pessimism and lost the sense of humor. As Luca said, became "old vinegar." And tell them better than me, that after all too am one of them.
do not know if it will be very representative, but perhaps the best of my examples is a childhood friend with whom I grew up and I attended both primary and secondary. A rebellious child and adolescent bum. A free-thinking and creative had aimed high if at any time in that part of history that do not share and therefore know not evident today hatched the task of transforming "Proceed" and decided to embrace the religion, politics and a staunch right-gloss profession. The contradiction is so very great that one of my greatest pleasures is to see how I adjust the red of her face every time I recall some of their unholy adventures we shared in the past. I would rather forget, or do not meet me, or to "erase all signs of its past."
I think my generation was destroyed on several levels. Some are on the lists of missing, dead or killed in combat. There were others who went into hiding, changed their social role, adapted to circumstances. Many others, that little is learned of what was happening are the same as then.
always gave me the impression that many have taken their old age as a justification for thinking differently. Something like "I was young and I was wrong, but I was raised and matured." All these old stubborn and forgetful of the pleasures of staying young, I want to bring memories of a fragment of a song by an icon of our youth, Joan Manuel Serrat, who suggested that "forced to choose I prefer a good powder to a dressing down , and a firefighter to a bomber, grow to settle down, I prefer the meat to the metal and windows to the windows, the moon of your face to the national art gallery, and the revolution of nightmares. "
Many of the older of my generation have traveled a difficult road, which leads to abandoning the ideal of social justice, to hold that justice will become-perhaps-a final and execute synonymous unfortunate.
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