I know who you are. I would recognize you anywhere. You are the generations who have worked in the civil rights movement, organized around community health projects, worked in parishes, synagogues, and community centers in order to reach out and help others. You have been war protesters and war heroes, AIDS activists, squatters for affordable housing, and advocates for accessibility. You have signed petitions and written checks; you have addressed envelopes for one campaign or another-always swimming against a tide of cynicism, always firm in the belief that when some part of the world was broken, it was your mandate to fix it.