Apologies for the "bump" - I was about to start a thread on this (after reading the conclusion of the Nigel Farage thread) but noticed this was still open. I hope this is the correct course of action, as opposed to starting a new thread!
The correct place to start would be at the beginning, but I'm not going to start there. I've noticed a lot in recent weeks that several posters on the politics threads have been concerned that young people are being hoodwinked by the far-right, and that they would be "one of the most right-wing generations in history". Like everything else, I suppose, it's considerably more nuanced than that. I attend an extracurricular course that generally focuses on history and politics, and I think it's quite telling that, of twelve politically-engaged sixth-formers, not one supports Trump or Farage. Perhaps that's not surprising, that in an incredibly diverse and multicultural area, their rhetoric is seen for what it is: divisive and inflammatory. The same sample group also skews socially liberal, so not necessarily left-wing, but I suppose it counts as such on the other side of the Big Pond.
That's anecdotal evidence I know, and I'm not going to use it to claim that my generation is more left-wing and liberal than all the generations before it. But what I think it does illustrate is that, even amongst a group of people who know their stuff, know their history, know their politics, know their world news, know their current affairs, there is still that fear. What kind of a future can I look forward to? What kind of a future can I look forward to, when the powers-that-be seem intent on polluting it into an uninhabitable space rock? What kind of a future can I look forward to, when my generation is constantly labelled as ungrateful, attention-seeking, more privileged than each predecessor in turn? What kind of a future can I look forward to in a world being used as a pawn by a few rich and powerful world leaders who won't live to see the consequences? And closer to home, can I afford to go to university? Will I ever be able to buy a house? Will I be able to afford children? How far will I have to move from my hometown in search of a place to be? Why does nobody in power care about the long-term future of the country - or even the world - I'll be inhabiting many years after they have passed to the next world?
Like Socrates and the insolent youth, to an extent 'twas ever thus. Politics has been a short-term business since before the invention of the ox and cart. (Anything to avoid another horse metaphor.) But this is the good side. These are the fears and concerns of people who culturally feel included. We may resent the short-term politics of those who won't have to bear the consequences, but we feel the country is being moulded in our cultural image to an extent. My sample isn't Eton College - "normal" people from a range of backgrounds that may be considered statistically normal for my area. We feel a forgotten generation, but not a forgotten people, if that makes any sort of sense.
The factor that provides most cause for concern is when the forgotten generation meets the forgotten people - swathes of working-class neighbourhoods across the country, particularly in the north. Overlooked for ages in favour of the cushy south-east, where its jobs are what the country prioritises, and it seems to lord it over a fiefdom of lone and level sands. The older generation who voted for Brexit, in the hope that it would restore their home that they poured years of blood, sweat and toil into, instead seen it ravaged by generations of rule by "foreign" Southern barons who've never been north of the Watford Gap, and utterly switched off by a "political elite" that is not like them in the slightest. Day after day, month after month. Year after year. Generation after generation. Like Waiting for Godot, nothing happens, only more than twice. The generational problems are multiplied regionally, and it only lets the disillusionment and "othering" fester.
They want something different. They don't particularly mind what. A change. A break. A say. Anything to break away from 40 years of purgatory. The mining town I grew up in still has scars deeper than the coal seams, and it got off lightly. Imagine multiplying this feeling by the added strength of it afforded by belonging to a generation that seems forgotten, and you suddenly get 52% of Generation Z in favour of dictatorship. And it's heart-wrenching - I might be known as Mr Cynical in my class, but I cannot imagine how helpless and hopeless it would feel, dulled and disappointed into feeling so apathetic bordering on contemptuous, being so horribly ignored, unrepresented, voiceless, almost on a personal level, and it makes me genuinely spit with rage how snake oil salesmen like Farage prey on this despair.
A forgotten generation, divided. A forgotten people, despairing. A divided generation, worrying. A divided people, straining.
"May you live in interesting times."