This Is Not Your Mother

Recently I came across a new group called Black Lives Matter. I saw a representative on TV who said that people like me are "liberal white supremacists."  Fair enough. I view every person on the planet as a racist, although some cope with it better than others. But I resent being called a liberal.

In my youth liberals supported war. It was an insult to be called a liberal. But the meanings of words change, and I realize now that the young woman meant well. She added that the opinions of old people like me who support Bernie Sanders, a socialist, mean nothing to her. Nothing. She is clearly the sort of independent person who can think for herself. 

Then I watched another representative of Black Lives Matter, a young man who wore a T-shirt on which was printed "This Is Not Your Mother's Civil Rights Movement." I know what you're thinking: How did this guy find out about my mother?  She died before he was born. He did seem a bit dismissive about women in general, but I'll bet that if he had gotten to know my mother better, he would have liked her. I did.