I’ve been reading transcripts of our interviews with young people fresh out of college (graduated last spring), and I have to say, it’s both depressing and heartening. Probably the most prevalent feeling among this generation is that they’re stuck, their life is on hold until they can find a job. They truly want to embrace adulthood–be financially independent, live on their own, get on with life. But they can’t. How can they make any kind of move–whether that be out of their parents’ house or across the country–when they have no money coming in, no solid job prospects, but about $20,000 or more in student debt?
Or as one young person said, “It’s like a prolonged Indian summer of adolescence and I’m not thrilled about it.”
I hear the frequent complaints from older generations saying, yeah, but I lived on my own at age 19. It wasn’t easy, but I cut corners and didn’t expect a flat screen tv and a posh condo. True, but they (and I) didn’t have a monthly bill of $400-500 to pay back to State U. either. (And I have yet to hear the flat screen or posh condo request.)
So far I’ve read about a dozen or so interviews, and half of the young people are unemployed, and those that are employed are often not in the field they hoped to be in. Nationally, the unemployment rate for those 18-24 is about 15%.
They’re frustrated, and getting more so. As this young woman said,
A lot of times it just feels like I’m never gonna be able to find a job. It just feels like, you know, I have been like completely shut out. I mean, you know [pause] why didn’t I major in business? Why didn’t I go major in chemistry? It is scary ‘cause it’s like the longer that I am sitting at home, applying for jobs and not hearing back, or hearing back and then them saying, “No, we went with somebody else,” —it just kind of wears you down. And it’s kind of like, well, is there any point in trying”
That’s the scary part of that sentence: “Is there any point in trying.” She did everything right. She got 5′s on her high school AP tests. She was in all the extracurriculars. She excelled in college. She was a planner–had her life mapped out: major in Russian, do a stint in the Peace Corps, apply at the State Department.
But then, life intervened. She realized, while on a semester abroad that she didn’t want to live that far away from home. So here she is now. Her plan is derailed, and she is left with a general liberal arts degree (albeit with honors), and no job offers. Yes, she should not have put all her eggs in one basket. But at any other time than right now, she would have landed on her feet. And if she’s struggling–3.7 GPA, honors courses, good work ethic–then you can imagine what havoc is being wreaked on those who are less on the ball.
And yet… they remain optimistic. They believe that if they just work hard enough, they’ll make it, eventually. They also believe, despite evidence to the contrary, that America is still the land of opportunity. Given the huge, and growing, gulf between rich and poor in this country, and the overall hollowing out of the middle class, it’s hard to square this belief. I chalk it up to youth.
But optimism for how long? Bob Herbert takes note of this in his column today. Drawing from the hundreds of heart-breaking letters that constituents in Vermont have sent their Congressman, Herbert chronicles the silent suffering of “the many of millions of Americans who, economically, are going down for the count.” Like the woman who wrote, “this is the first generation to leave our kids worse off than we were. How did this happen? What happened to the middle class? We did not buy boats or fancy cars. Why was it possible to change the economy…to a paper economy that disappeared?”
Or as another said, “All we want to do is work hard and pay our bills. We’re just not sure even that part of the American Dream is still possible anymore.”
There is in these letters a pervasive “sense of loss…in the possibilities of America,” Herbert writes. I’m reading these and the young adults’ stories with the backdrop of Wisconsin and the “race to the bottom” in wages and job security that is on display. In a Machiavellian move, the governor of Wisconsin has pitted the middle class against itself such that now we hear waitresses and day care workers and home health aides say: “I don’t have job security, I don’t get a living wage, why should they?” In a sadly telling moment, this anger and accusation is the reverse of the peculiarly American credo that “I’m voting Republican because some day, I might be rich too.”
I’ve never understood that motivation until recently. My husband was telling me how the parking lot at his school was always full when he arrived so he had to park on the street, as did several fellow teachers. Each morning, after battling for a space, they walk into the school, past the principal and assistant principal’s assigned, primo parking spot.
“You’d think,” I said, “that to bolster moral, the principal might give up her spot and show some solidarity with her workers.” But then I realized, no one begrudges her that perk. They aren’t bitter because it’s a perk that everyone buys into–that if you work hard and rise to the top, you get your own parking space. It’s a sign that you played the game better, and won. The playing field was fair, and you outworked, outmaneuvered, and outchased that spot. Bully for you. You earned it. It’s those carrots that keep us all working and in line. That parking spot is the American Dream.
But in their desperation, the low-paid Wisconsin workers in precarious jobs have turned this quest on its head. They are shouting at their brethren who have managed, through unions, to secure some semblance of a middle class life. Wisconsin public workers are not paid outrageous sums. They are paid a middle-class wage. They have benefits. They have, gasp, a secure retirement (so far). That is what we all should have. Period. And yet, in a cruel reversal of the “I can someday get my own parking space” mindset, these angry words turn that sentiment around. The rallying cry is instead: join me at the bottom. That’s truly scary. Is that the new American dream? Fighting for the scraps? What have we come to?
Love this pic that ran with the Post article!)
