We often hear it said that young people have no respect
anymore. Why should they? What have we, the adults, done to earn it? Half the adults in this 2011 survey said we should beat children with sticks if they
don’t do what we tell them or should they dare emulate us before the time we
say they are allowed to. The truth is we should be asking how our children see
us.
The majority of the looters in the craze of ‘shopping with
violence’ that swept the UK in 2011 weren’t young people, they were adults with
previous convictions for stealing. Rarely does a month go by without news of
corruption in the adult world, including police, media and government. Tax
evasion and benefit fraud are commonplace. Schools are regularly sued by
parents for compensation, often over something that would’ve been shrugged off
a generation ago. Everyone has their hand in the sweetie jar. Meanwhile
children are denied access to the natural world that’s being destroyed by adult
greed and incompetence and are kept indoors by parents paralysed by fear,
exposed to a sensational media obsessively telling everyone what a mess the
world run by adults is.
My generation will be remembered as the one that always
looked to others for excuses rather than to themselves. We venerate our
grandparents as heroes of a just war despite the all too human failings of that
era. We vilify our children as barbarians at the walls of our magnificent, indignant
moral empire. We blame our parents for locking up all the middle-class money in
their property investments, leaving us to earn our own fortunes in a madly
spiralling economy. We plough through all that has gone before to find comfort
in meaning and entertainment already familiar to us, not daring to try anything
new in case it fails to live up to standards skewed by nostalgia. Films are
remade again and again yet usually fail to achieve the status of the originals,
unable to evoke the same fond, inaccurate memories. We re-hash the same
fashions we or our parents grew up with, at best being inspired by the finest
motifs of the period and at worst blindly assimilating those elements of a
style that makes it to the high street.
As a society we relentlessly pursue commerce for its own
sake with no thought of the long-term consequences, concerned only with our own
personal conveniences. We fill our children’s lives with substitutes for love,
nurture and attention while we remain absent from their sides spending our days
with our noses hard against the grindstone so we can earn more money to throw
at the problems our work-centric lives create. And we wonder how anyone dare
not show us respect for all the hard work we do. We wonder how young people,
genetically programmed to challenge establishments, have the gall to disobey
us. We forget the indolence we grew up with ourselves and the rebellious heroes
who shaped and inspired us. Marlon Brando in The Wild One, James Dean in Rebel
Without a Cause, David Bowie in his Ziggy Stardust days, Marc Bolan, The Sex
Pistols, The Clash, Morrisey… Rebels who challenged everything society stood
for and who caused outrage whenever they raised their sneering, disrespectful
heads. It’s always been this way.
The one thing my generation has done that I am most proud of is to
begin to recognise and address the problems caused by the ugliness and
extremities of previous generations’ attitudes. One such issue was the use of
violence against children to gain their obedience. Now it seems many of us learnt
nothing and will happily teach our children that brutality is a valid argument
and that power justifies cruelty. We’ve already convinced our children they
have no future on a poisoned planet with corrupt institutions and dwindling
resources, and soon perhaps we will show them that we are willing to sacrifice
anything if we think it might make our meaningless and miserable lives pass a
little easier.
Or perhaps we can inspire generations to come while
honouring the memory of our ancestors by taking the opportunity to change how
we live, re-imagine the way we obtain and distribute energy, stop the culture
of entitlement that has turned luxuries into perceived necessities, and take
responsibility for our own lives and the world we live in by each and every one
of us striving to become an adult. We shall see.
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