Midway
through the rally for gun control that concluded the
March for Our Lives,
the
Marjory Stoneman Douglas junior Jaclyn Corin brought out a special
guest, Yolanda Renee King, the nine-year-old granddaughter of Martin
Luther King, Jr., and Coretta Scott King. “I have a dream that enough is
enough,” Yolanda King said, “and that this should be a gun-free world.”
And then, wearing a white coat, with an orange ribbon pinned to it in
remembrance, the miniature activist stood before the crowd of thousands
with a gap-toothed grin and led them in call-and-response:
Spread the word
(“Spread the word!” The thousands gathered shouted in response.)
All across the nation
We are
Going to be
A great generation.
It is, at least, a generation that has now defined itself. Regardless of
its long-term effects, the
March for Our Lives is the first major statement by Americans born after 1999, who have presented a new
template for protest. The March for Our Lives was a massive outcry
against extreme violence delivered with a mix of pop sentiment,
corporate coöperation, and an awareness of the socioeconomic privilege
that allows certain voices to be heard louder than others. Youth protest
today does not look like it did fifty years ago, although that’s boring
to say. Many of the students came to Washington, D.C., with their
parents. Stoneman Douglas students were met by politicians on Capitol
Hill. The Washington Wizards invited them to basketball practice.
Student journalists held a panel at the Newseum. A concert the night
before was thrown in their honor, and Shake Shack sponsored a
sign-making party.
The student leaders were grateful, thanking their celebrity donors and
corporate sponsors on social media, posing in front of the little blue
bird at Twitter’s Washington offices. One student even photographed and
tweeted the boxes of granola bars and snacks donated by Kind. The media
could not love them enough: there were interviews on “60 Minutes,” NPR’s
“Morning Edition,” and the late-night news shows. There were major
interactive packages in
Teen Vogue, and a
Time magazine cover. There
was, in short, so much consensus about the message of the student
movement that it has to be one of the least anti-establishment social
movements in American history. What the student leaders seem to be
saying is that they don’t want trouble, and, had a person not arrived at
their school with a gun, they would have kept their heads down and
scored high on their S.A.T.s. They have been as polite and as popular as
protesters can hope to be, and yet the establishment has continued to
prove reluctant to change.
New Yorker writers on the March for Our Lives.
The students marched on Saturday, the day after Congress had departed
for its spring recess, and the spending bill that Donald Trump signed on
Friday had included three meagre
actions to address gun violence: fifty million dollars in grants for school-security measures; attempts to
improve the National Instant Criminal Background Check System; and a
clarification of the terms of the Dickey Amendment that will now allow
for research into the effects of gun violence (although the amendment
still bans the use of government funding to promote gun control). As
tens of thousands of people descended on the Capitol to demand measures
such as universal background checks and a ban on assault rifles that
lawmakers would likely continue to ignore, most of those lawmakers left
town. Two days before the march, Jaelynn Willey, a sixteen-year-old
student at Great Mills High School, in southern Maryland, died, of the
injuries she sustained after another student shot her at school. Adults
at the march talked about “standing out of the way” and provided snacks.
“It’s about amplifying the voices of current students,” Lysee Webb, who
graduated from Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in 2003 and now
lives in Brooklyn, said. She and her sister, Emma Webb (Class of 2009),
were among the hundreds of M.S.D. alumni who gathered the morning of the
march in the ballroom at the J. W. Marriott hotel in downtown Washington
for a pre-march breakfast. The alumni breakfast was a culmination of
fund-raising and organizing efforts that had begun in the immediate
aftermath of February 14th, with impressive results: I spoke with a
group of students who had just disembarked from a seventeen-hour bus
ride from the University of Central Florida, and who would return to the
bus again at 6
P.M.
Current Stoneman Douglas students arrived to Washington in all manner of
convoys, some on buses, others with their families (the march coincided
with spring break). One group travelled to Washington on a plane lent by
the New England Patriots. At 4:10
A.M. on Saturday, three planes carrying
five hundred and sixty-seven students total departed from Fort Lauderdale. The
students were whisked directly from the tarmac to the site of the rally,
where they were immediately given a special place in front of the stage,
where the media started gathering at seven-thirty to watch them file in.
Before the rally, the student speakers came out for twenty minutes of
intense questioning. The Parkland students were now joined by a
coalition of speakers from all over the country, an effort to emphasize
that the weak gun laws that result in school shootings also cause the
everyday gun violence to which Americans have shown themselves inured.
“We’re seeing all these people coming out under one cause; it’s
really
empowering, it’s really incredible to see,” Delaney Tarr said. “It is a
lot, but it’s a good version of a lot.”
The rally began with a song by Andra Day, who sang about “standing up
for something,” backed by a children’s choir from Baltimore dressed in
red uniforms. It was just after noon, the sun was shining, and the mood
was ebullient. The singers were joined by Common, who rhymed “When they
go low, we stand in the heights” with “I stand for peace, love, and
women’s rights.” After the song, a montage played in which politicians
offered thoughts and prayers, followed by another showing the
now-familiar narrative of
the movement’s beginnings. Clips of right-wing political figures intoning that the immediate aftermath of shootings was
“not the time for gun control” gave way to
student activists in Tallahassee calling for a new kind of response.
After six weeks of familiarizing itself with the faces of Cameron Kasky,
Delaney Tarr, Alex Wind, Emma González, and the other members of
the Never Again movement, the public was now introduced to a new set of
activists. Edna Lisbeth Chavez, a seventeen-year-old youth leader from
South Los Angeles, interspersed her speech with phrases in Spanish. She
lost her brother to gun violence, and moved the crowd to chant his name,
Ricardo. Zion Kelly, seventeen, of Washington, D.C., spoke of his twin
brother, Zaire, who was killed by an armed robber as he walked home from
school. Zaire Kelly aspired to be a forensic scientist and wanted to
attend Florida A. & M. University. Naomi Wadler, an eleven-year-old from
Virginia, said that she was speaking for “the African-American girls
whose stories don’t make the front page of every national newspaper,
whose stories don’t lead on the evening news.” She quoted Toni Morrison:
“If there is a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written
yet, you must be the one to write it.” Christopher Underwood, of
Brooklyn, lost his fourteen-year-old brother, who was shot and killed as
he walked home from a graduation party. “I took my pain and anger and
turned it into action,” he said. Alex King and D’Angelo McCade, both of
Chicago, stepped onstage with tape over their mouths and their fists in
the air. Matthew Soto, whose sister died in
Newtown, said, “America, I
am pleading with you to realize this is not O.K., we do not have to live
like this.”
There were more video montages. Demi Lovato sang a power ballad about
rising from the ground like a skyscraper. Ariana Grande sang that we’re
going to be all right. Miley Cyrus sang that it’s not about reaching the
other side of the mountain but about the climb. The stories of students
who lost their lives in Newtown and Parkland overlapped with the stories
of people who lost their lives to police. The performer Vic Mensa
dedicated his song “Now We Could Be Free” to Stephon Clark and Decynthia
Clements. A video message from Malala Yousafzai offered support.
The final speaker was Emma González. Her last speech, given at a
gun-control rally in Fort Lauderdale, only days after the shooting, had
made her a household name, and many of the marchers wore buttons and
signs that referred to its refrain: “
We call B.S.” González was dressed
in a green bomber jacket covered with patches and buttons. As she
stepped onstage, the crowd went wild. Her speech was short. “In a little
over six minutes, seventeen of our friends were taken from us, fifteen
were injured, and everyone, absolutely everyone in the Douglas
community, was forever altered,” she said. “Six minutes and twenty
seconds with an AR-15, and my friend Carmen would never complain to me
about piano practice; Aaron Feis would never call Kyra ‘Miss Sunshine’;
Alex Schachter would never walk into school with his brother Ryan; Scott
Beigel would never joke around with Cameron at camp; Helena Ramsay would
never hang out after school with Max; Gina Montalto would never wave to
her friend Liam at lunch; Joaquin Oliver would never play basketball
with Sam or Dylan; Alaina Petty would never; Cara Loughran would never;
Chris Hixon would never; Luke Hoyer would never; Martin Duque Anguiano
would never; Peter Wang would never; Alyssa Alhadeff would never; Jaime
Guttenberg would never; Meadow Pollack would never.”
Then she stood in silence. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She said
nothing. The crowd watched, also silent. A chant of “never again”
started, and then faded out. Emma still stood. Finally, the beeping of
an electric timer rang out. “Since the time that I came out here it has
been six minutes and twenty seconds,” she said. “The shooter has ceased
shooting and will soon abandon his rifle. He would then stay with the
students and walk free for an hour before arrest.” She concluded: “Fight
for your lives before it’s someone else’s job.”
She turned to the group of students gathered behind her onstage and
hugged her friends. The lectern was removed, a gospel choir came out, and
Jennifer Hudson led them all in in a rendition of “The Times They Are
A-Changin’.”
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