While I am glad I sit in Canada far removed from the Charlottesville protests, one cannot help but look at whats happening. I can sympathize with the white supremacists to a certain extent. I understand times are changing things, things you have enjoyed are being taken away, it would be terrifying no doubt. The sympathy I extend is the same the same sympathy I extend to a child’s terror when a light in a room suddenly shuts off, where it was on. It is your fear, your lack of¬†education or lack of knowledge that provokes my sympathy, not your cause. Yet I find the protest silly, the ideals of equality, tolerance and diversity scare them so much, that it takes so much away from them. Their anger is misdirected why blame the treatment? Blame the disease of racism that requires such a bitter and harsh treatment, if so much was not given earlier on that was not yours to take, not so much would need be given back now. If the attempting to end racism is so brutal bloody then so to was bloody and brutal the process of its unchecked growth on humanity.

The Generation of Broken Promises.

They call our generations the millennials, being the first generation to not grow up under the shadow of the cold war, we were promised a better world than our parents. The better world never came about, instead of we live in under the darkness of Global Terrorism. We are the generation that paid a lot more for the opportunity to study hard for jobs that no longer offer a chance for a secure future. Live and labour in the hopes of own houses that are made increasingly unaffordable and unattainable. Paying rent to pay off other generations mortgages, instead of paying our own. Forced to run in a race to the bottom, yet contend with be told we have it “easy”. We were the generation that was supposed to have made this world a better place, yet we are the generation that struggles better ourselves. We are the generation that promised so much yet received little, we are the generation of broken promises.