In the case of Emma Gonzalez, born the daughter of a Cuban immigrant, at least two out of the three apply, and that isn't bad for an 18-year-old girl who has become the standard-bearer for a newly-energized American movement.
Who knows if Emma, one day an ordinary high school student from Florida and the next the leader of a movement of millions, wrestled with any angels before she heeded the call, perhaps from above, perhaps from her own heart, to save her country from a plague of gun violence that ravages 318 lives a day, 46 of them children and teenagers. Who knows what changes took place inside her on the sunny afternoon when the plague suddenly, unexpectedly, attacked her suburban school and in the space of six minutes and twenty seconds took the lives of 17 while she, a survivor, huddled with her schoolmates in bewilderment and fear.
Maybe afterwards there was no more time for fear, no time for hesitation or indecision, maybe Emma and her young cohorts were too quickly propelled into action by the trauma of the surreal horror they’d been plunged into, the true surreality of which being that it has become so commonplace a horror in this country.
Now Emma Gonzalez is leading a battle against the behemoth Empire of the National Rifle Association with its war treasury of billions, its massive support by the American government, and its foot soldiers in the millions.