Generation Why

On Valentine’s Day, six University of Notre Dame students piled into a minivan and drove east through the night toward New York City to join the protests against the war in Iraq. I was one of them. We drove fast for fourteen hours, taking turns behind the wheel and navigating, ignoring the irony of driving in a gas-powered vehicle so we could protest what our buttons called a war for oil.

We prayed together as we began the journey. We prayed for our peace and our safety, and for the peace and safety of people we would never know. Then we drove and drove, barreling along the freeway. We sang along with Dave Mathews in four-four time-"A million reasons life to deny let’s toss them away"-ate junk food and argued about politics; told our life stories; talked about faith, doubt; pulled over for bathroom breaks; tried to sleep; tried to stay awake; tried to see the road, read aloud, got lost, got found, and finally pulled into the city.

We must have been quite a sight: a silver minivan full of college kids from the Midwest in a sea of yellow cabs, pulling over to ask a man for directions to Times Square. We finally parked the van in a garage and many dollars later joined the shivering multitudes. With our signs and slogans we followed the crowds streaming across town to the United Nations building. We were all worried about a future we feared we could not change, but knew we had no right to do nothing. People...

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