An activist’s lament.
When it comes to dystopian futures I’ve got plenty more where that came from – all playing in a loop on the big screen in the multiplex of my mind as I try to imagine my kids as adults – parents – grandparents.
Please tell me I’m not the only one in America right now plagued in this fashion.
I’m not fixated on passing our modest family house down to my three kids or making sure that our ragtag ‘heirlooms’ survive their childhood.
What preoccupies me is the bleak – violent – unstable future I fear as their only inheritance.