Trayvon Martin rallies took place across the US Saturday. As I read newspaper accounts of the gatherings, the Atlanta edition seemed to be the most authentic and best-represented by a cross-section of Americans. The others? Not so much.
The rumble was a dud. Apathy is alive and thriving. I was expecting more from the weekend protests. Many of the photos I saw from across the country and here in New York’s Capital depicted middle-aged, fat white people as the main marchers.
Down the Hudson River, in New York City it was the “celebrity edition” of #100CityTrayvon leading one commenter on nymag.com to leave reaction “I wanna live in a society ruled by law – not by Beyonce” – not by the hair of her wiggy-wig-wig?
No question protesting ain’t what it used to be. Not too long back I covered a UAlbany rally that had some ghost of a spark of the old-school 60s demonstrations. But the lack of numbers of students who turned out served to once more remind me of today’s epidemic of apathy. And where does that have its roots? In the generation of indoor children who were deemed “safer” inside the house playing video games than the days when kids roamed the streets on bicycles and summer neighborhoods were more like mini-bazaars with radios playing on front porches as youngsters gathered ’round.
Perhaps this also explains why Google Reader died off – there is NO BUZZ anymore… the computer technology we came to embrace is now deciding what we like, who we love, when we should laugh and when we should cry.