May 16, 2011
You don’t have to be young to claim membership in the JPII Generation. I was 21 when he was elected to the papacy in 1978, yet he had a profound impact on the direction of my life, from coming back to the Catholic Church to entering the seminary and even to taking my first cross-country trip to see him in Denver in 1993.
Young people today have no idea what a breath of fresh air John Paul II brought in 1978, not only to the Church but to the world. Catholics had just suffered the deaths of two popes in as many months, and Americans had slogged through Nixon, Watergate and the ignoble end to the Vietnam War. We looked to be headed toward endless decline or death by nuclear war or a population bomb, when the white-clad figure stood on the balcony above St. Peter’s Square and announced, “Be not afraid!” He was youthful, hopeful, masculine, smiling and strong. After years of failed worldly leaders and misfought wars, here was a man who knew what he was about. He had a plan, and if you had even a hint of guts and vision, you wanted to be on his team.
He came to my town, New York City, in October 1979 and turned the place upside-down. New Yorkers don’t turn their heads for anyone, yet John Paul seemed to catch the eye of everyone. Over the years I have met many dozens of people who have said with ecstatic recall that as the pope rode along the streets in his (then open) car, he looked directly at them in the crowd. Impossible, but true. I was among them.
Then there was “the woo heard round the world.” John Paul was in Madison Square Garden, the stage for Knicks, Rangers and various bad boy rock stars, surrounded by his beloved young people. The kids were thrilled, showing up in their 70s stylish long hair and bell-bottoms, chanting and singing and bringing down the house from their seats. Suddenly there was a woo – a deep, guttural sound that got louder and more emphatic. It was the pope, responding to the energy of the youth with deep emotion and feeling. “Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!” My older brother and I were watching on television – too old to be there with the teens – and we looked at each other and said, “We have a pope who says ‘woo’!”