The cameras will pan on the anti-Trump protestors today.
Some journalists will move in close and interview those with a cause. In this media-savvy era, the earnest will know exactly the provocative meme to dominate coverage.
And, as in the counterculture, almost half a century ago, protestors will make key professional contentions. Love will bloom. I know. Those were among the benefits of hitchhiking to Washington D.C. from hotbeds of political radicalism like Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Right up until today, I and my former fellow marchers remember them as the best of times. Fortunately, we were tutored by the leadership - some still in their teens - how to prevent arrest.
But some of us would have welcomed that experience. It would be one more thing to add to our life learning.
We were the first generation to go to college. Soon enough we regarded that not as a blessing but a burden. Over-education became standard. In a sense it was an addiction we didn't know how to stop.
I was in a doctoral program at the University of Michigan. Those years of my youth weren't going to pay off in the job it was supposed to be preparing us for: college teaching. We were as much The Lost Generation as are myriad unemployed or underemployed lawyers today (see my syndicated legal blog.)
Then the primary triggers for protest ended. There was no more Viet Nam war. People of color were being encouraged to apply to brandname universities. And the establishment got the message, so we thought, that the times, they were a-changing.
In addition, a severe recession grabbed us by the throat and threw us to the ground. No bit of law enforcement could have left an impact like that. To get a way to support ourselves, we had to learn to take on the protective coloring of Corporate America. A Career-Advice industry sprung up. We looked to those for our world view. That stuck. Many of us now have executive coaches.
Socially and politically conservative old friends from my hometown - machine-run Jersey City, New Jersey - ask me if I regret the Days of Protest. I smirk. If they had joined "the movement," they wouldn't be asking that. That was as much a rite of passage as having a man ask us to get married, being admitted for an advanced degree and landing our first corporate job.
The current protestors are acquiring the unique experience of making history.
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