Who am I?
That’s a question that is usually met with some deep, unnecessarily philosophical answer that involves some mention of God or The Universe. But lucky for you, I don’t take myself that seriously, so you’ll be spared the dramatic proclamations.
I am a 25-year-old work in progress, and I believe that every new day is another chance to continue the work that I started the day before. I love to write, and I’m enthralled by the power of new media to influence public opinion. There’s a revolution going on out there, and it damn sure won’t be televised before it’s tweeted.
As someone who graduated from college during the worst recession since The Great Depression, my peers and I have faced challenges not seen in modern times. No other generation can say that they know what it’s like to have a degree and not be able to get work — not even at the freaking MALL — for a year or more. No other generation can say they know what it’s like to be largely responsible for the election of a Black president. And no other generation has had to cope with the ramifications of an obstructionist US Congress whose stated main objective is to see that Black president — and the country — fail.
Our voice is unique. Our struggles are real. And yet, when I look out into the sea of pundits constantly debating America’s fate, I often feel invisible. With each post I write on The Letterbag, I’m trying to change that.
But I’m much more than my generation’s struggles. Keep reading, and you’ll learn more about me.