I came of age in the 1960s—those were my college years. I was in graduate school at UC Berkeley, which was the center of protest–civil rights and Vietnam.

Now I live in “liberal” Minneapolis, which has become a symbol of police brutality and a lightning rod for mass protest.

For my generation, the marches, and the violence on both sides, bring a sense of déjà vu—we’ve lived through this before…

Progress in civil rights has been shamefully slight.

Most of the marchers who have taken to the streets in cities all over our country are young. I could be their grandmother.

Because I’m old, I’m wary of being in large crowds during this pandemic—I’m in the target group for the virus. I’m not marching.

But even young people are at risk. I worry about them.

My heart is with the protesters.