When The Hunger Games books and then movies were released, I was assured that it was completely unrealistic that through great violence and tribulation, a mere teenage girl could rise up from the carnage and challenge existing power and verities.

When assuring me didn’t work, I was chastised and besieged with snarky criticism about the sheer impossibility of such a thing.

Then Emma González happened.

She and David Hogg are the rebuttal to the “don’t even try” enforced despair of apathetic centrism, and represent in their refusal to play nice the cri di couer of our deliberately repressed desire to improve the world, to not live in fear.

And according to tons of liberals, it’s literally impossible that she exists.

Yet there she is.