Young Americans have a reverence for national institutions, traditions and family values, a U.S. survey indicates.
A survey of so-called “millennials” — those between 21 and 29 — revealed the group overwhelmingly said they support monogamy, marriage, the U.S. Constitution and the military, The Washington Times reported Sunday.
And this finding shows how they are 180 degrees out of phase with their teachers, professors and the media (not to mention their ’60s-loving parents):
In addition to indicating 94 percent of millennials respect monogamy and parenthood and 84 percent revere marriage, the survey found 88 percent said they respect the U.S. Constitution, 84 percent respect the military and more than three-quarters believe in the “American dream.”
I’ve got three “millenials” for kids and they’re all conservative. Maybe someone should reassess that conventional wisdom that says a high turnout of young people always helps the liberal or the Democrat.
UPDATE: Speaking of my millennial kids, here’s a tear-inducing post (at least for me, since my Dad is involved) my daughter wrote a couple of years ago about the American flag:
Both of my grandfathers died before I was born. I learned about their war-time exploits only in yellowed newspaper clippings. I saw their faces only under the yellowed cellophane pages of family photo albums– strong-jawed, young and lithe in their uniforms. I did not know them, but I know they were good men.
And if I ever needed proof of that– solid, serious, hold-it-in-my-hands proof– I could find it in the cedar chest in my parents’ bedroom. When we were little, my brothers and I would hoist its heavy top to reveal that sharp, woodsy smell and two, small starry triangles– deep blue, rich red, and brightest white against natty piles of faded blankets.
They were heavy–the thick fabric and careful stitching an offering of craftsmanship for each granddad’s lifetime of service. There isn’t much that inspires reverence and respect in a 6-year-old, but those flags always did.
When I first saw them, I didn’t know that they had lent their weight to the caskets of the grandfathers I had never known. But I traced the stitches with my small fingers, sure that those simple triangles were heavy with history and honor, even when I didn’t understand the reasons.
