I dunno, Jen, maybe I’ve set my expectations too low, but the kids these days seem to be showing up and getting into it. We had a local BLM protest — well-organized, with coordinated police and media presence — put on by a pair of teenagers. Our youngest niece and nephew have joined the resistance. Another nephew, raised within hunting rifle range of the Mason-Dixon and whom I would charitably describe as “redneck,” lectured his mother last week on how white privilege is a real thing and Black lives do, in fact, matter. So maybe I am also an unrealistic optimist, but I do have hopes for Gen Z.