The disturbing flipside of the 'digital native' generation
Most stories about “millennials” focus on middle-class, educated twentysomethings, while the ones who grew up poor or working-class are simply ignored. Welcome to Uncovered, a series that sheds light on this forgotten group of our generation.
For several months in late 2013 and early 2014, I reported on men and women in West Baltimore who took a job-training course at a family and fatherhood center in the Sandtown neighborhood. This neighborhood was later in the spotlight as the home of Freddie Gray, the young Baltimore man killed during a “rough-ride” in a police van that sparked days of protests. Many of the people I got to know there had been born within a few blocks of where the center stood, and grew up in its deep poverty, a vibrant drug trade, and widespread violence.
At the time I met them, they were coming to the center daily. There, they had access to computers with high-speed internet, and had instructors on hand to help them write their resumes and apply for jobs online. They had email addresses, and Facebook and Instagram accounts. I connected with all of them online. Travis Jones and Donte Harrison, who I wrote about, were easy to stay in touch with. I could text them, and Donte and I emailed at least once.
But Travis, Donte, and everyone else had cell phone numbers that were always changing. Part of the reason was that both men, along with some others at the center, had previously dipped in and out of the drug trade, selling drugs like marijuana or prescription painkillers when they needed money. Even if they could get one of the legal jobs available to them the pay was low: Travis worked at KFC. Occasionally selling drugs was a supplement when they needed it for rent or child support or other bills they could no longer put off paying, and changing their phone numbers frequently was just part of the gig to avoid detection.
The choice was shaped by more mundane economic reasons as well. They usually bought prepaid minutes in advance, and sometimes they’d run out before they could buy new ones, which meant old numbers went unused for long periods of time. After that, it was just as easy to get a new number as to revive an old one.
When I was going to the center in West Baltimore regularly, this wasn’t a big deal; they were always easy to find in the neighborhood. But after the article was published, it became harder and harder to keep track of the people I’d met there. One by one, the most recent numbers I had would be met with a message that the line was no longer in service. Slowly, too, each of them stopped updating their Facebook and Instagram accounts. Emails would go unanswered for months.
I can’t imagine a world in which I have as fluid a relationship to the internet as some of the people I met in West Baltimore did.
Some of this was just a natural falling-away that sometimes happens with sources. But a great part of it was that their lives were simply less connected to email, social networking, and smartphones than mine is. I have had the same email address and phone number since at least 2006. I signed up for Gmail when it was in beta, and the more than 32,000 emails and archived chats in it are like a running diary of everything from my ordinary workdays to my most dramatic heartbreaks. I’ve had an Amazon account for so long I can use it to keep up with my address history if I need it. I can’t imagine a world in which I have as fluid a relationship to the internet as some of the people I met in West Baltimore did.
Almost everyone I got to know there was slightly younger than me, born in the early 1980s. That made them “millennials” and “digital natives,” a group stereotyped as a wayward, selfish, sensitive bunch of selfie-taking college graduates glued to their electronic devices. Of course, that’s not the true story of this generation. The vast majority of millennials, college graduates or not, are struggling through the aftermath of one of the worst economic downturns since the Great Depression.
We hear a lot about the troubles faced by certain young people—the urban college graduates whose high hopes for lucrative, fulfilling careers are often dashed. The troubles this group faces are real, and the generational inequality they experience is an important and often overlooked dimension of inequality. And though their plights may not be the most desperate, they’re still important. If the best-educated of the generation are still struggling to achieve stability, then the American dream of upward mobility suffers for everyone.