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...I personally live in a country that had a population officially last fall that was half younger than the age of 25 years. In actual fact, half of the effective work force was younger than 25 which has presented significant social problems (which) were in fact the primary considerations in enlisting my aid in the struggle on behalf of Canadian national unity in July 1975. 8% of Canada's population is living beneath a level officially designated as a poverty level. In the course of my investigations and discussions on behalf of National Unity, i made many friends who fell into this category and together we agreed on many fundamental principles that we felt might better serve not only the ideals of national unity, but which would better serve the interests and ideals of fundamental human understanding. We decided that the generation that was in its maturing youth 40 years ago had had the unquestionable ideals of having fought for their lives and their world against a racist minority dictatorship, a noble motivation that stood them in good stead as significant human beings. My generation, the first to mature after this war, had fought (less with guns and swords but moreso with their hearts) to pay proper respect to the ideal of the peace that had cost our parents so much and only now is our struggle being considered as what it was. That our struggle was essentially misunderstood by a sizable portion of the population has left us with a social problem that reflects negatively on both our generations and has instilled in the succeeding generation a distinct disinterest and fear of involvement with socially progressive issues. President Carter of the United States has accurately detected a real but unseen (by its nature) social 'malaise'. Recently i had the time to attend a concert by a group of people that i had been briefly acquainted with while i was living in Vancouver. They are members of a 'punk' rock band and their individual stage names are Chuck Biscuits, Randy Rampage, and Joey Shithead. One of the most significant aspects of the entire punk rock movement is the magical names that they have chosen for themselves. Whereas our fathers and forefathers had celebrities who fashioned names for themselves like Rock Hudson or Tyrone Power, symbolic of masculinity and virility, the new generation has chosen to take upon itself the enormous burden of shouldering the guilt of the mistakes that were made in adapting to a world that sought peace not with war but with peace. That self-mutilation has been commonplace in this movement is only now being seen for what it is...the guilt of the mistakes has not been absorbed by its actual perpetrators and has not even been acknowledged as being wrong--it has been hidden under the mask of social responsibility and socially induced pressures and the ensuing confusion of values has spawned a split in the generation between persons whose seemingly sole goal in life is to perfect an exciting new dance step and have the flashiest clothes and the 'foxiest' girl and boyfriends and persons whose very reason to exist is in question to themselves as they struggle to understand the obvious hypocrisy in values between what society in its most obvious forms seeks to instill as valuable and respectable, and the reality of the lives they lead as they continuously impose upon society selfishly for the rights to eat and have a roof over their heads and simple human dignity. One of the covering responsibilities that you assigned to me last year when i became an associate of the United Nations
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