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When school and mosque and minaret
get torn down, then dervishes
can begin their community.
Not until faithfulness
turns to betrayal
and betrayal into trust
can any human being
become part of the truth.
The devastation at Plaza Towers Elementary in Oklahoma evokes praise of teachers as heroic–deserving of greater respect (and even more money)–but that line of thinking makes me wince.
Wouldn’t most adults protect a child in a crisis?
What children need to survive (and thrive), day in and day out, is steady care; and that’s what teachers give, every day, and that is truly heroic, as any parent can tell you.
The excruciating grief we feel when harm comes to children inside schools reveals how much we trust these them. We entrust schools with our innocence. And when that innocence is violated, as it was in Moore and Newtown, we are heartbroken.
It is due to this ongoing trust, this super-human expectation of schools, that teachers deserve our devotion (and dollars); and yet morning circles and afternoon chapter books and daily playground disputes don’t grab our attention (and pocketbooks) like stories of shielding children from bullets or collapsing walls.
Tragedy is both sensational and sobering–capturing our flickering attention–while fiercely aligning us with what truly matters.
Look how swiftly we met the basic needs of water, food and medical attention in Oklahoma–without debate or policy–and without care for race, religion, political party, sexual orientation, citizenship or employment status.
No one can deny that this Nation has a big heart.
But it comes with a muddled mind.
Take Sandy Hook for instance. More than 800 volunteers were needed to sort through all the teddy bears, and food, and supplies, and money, and all manner of support, until they finally had to say: “No more!” Meanwhile, children continued to be killed by guns all over the country at (what should be) alarming rates.
This paradox of attention reminds me of a film that I saw just before becoming a parent myself. “The Paper” was directed by Ron Howard, about the news industry, and there was a scene in it never left me: a charged moment between a husband and his (very, very) pregnant wife.
Actors Marisa Tomei and Michael Keaton are on the sidewalk outside a New York City restaurant, where Keaton, a newspaper editor, arrives late again. Tomei, who also worked in the industry, before maternity leave, screams at the top of her lungs when Keaton informs her that he has to head back to the paper; while Keaton efforts to calm her down.
“I know I’m shouting,” she says. “Don’t you notice? I keep talking louder because you haven’t heard.”
“Heard what?” he says.
“How scared I am.”
“I swear to God I will be there,” he tells her. “You mean more to me than anything else. You know that.”
“Let me give you a hypothetical,” she says.
“Really?” he says, looking at his watch.
“A guy breaks into the apartment. He’s got a gun, holds it to my head. He says, ‘I blow your wife’s brains out or I blow up the “(News) building.’ Choose. Now. What do you say?”
“What do you think I say?,” he says. “It’s ridiculous. It’s not gonna happen.”
“That is exactly my point. It is never one big dramatic choice. It is little situations every day… and you’re either there or you’re not. If you keep waiting for the guy with the gun to show up, it will be too late.”
Tragedies, like Moore and Newtown, are the guy with the gun, reminding us of what is at stake, but truly caring for others means acting on their behalf, every day, not dismissing them until a crisis occurs.
As Americans we must begin to make choices, day in and day out, that sustain life, rather than maintain a way of life.
Kelly Salasin, May 2013
Note: I worked on this post for over a week (a rarity for rapid blogger like me) and I still failed to clearly communicate my reflection on our culture. Perhaps turkey can help. A young Tom appeared in my yard in the South every day while I struggled with this piece. Once published, he appeared in the East, with his back toward me, fanning his feathers, and then he flew south into the woods.
More from Turkey:
Spectators unfamiliar with the cultural phenomenon of the pot latch or give-away ceremony are often mystified by it. A tribal member may gladly give away all he or she owns, and do without in order to help the People. In present-day urban life, we are taught to acquire and get ahead. The person with the most toys wins the game. In some
Source: Sams, Jamie and Carson, David; Medicine Cards
It’s Ash Wednesday so I rub woodstove ashes on my third eye.
Midnight and the moon is illustrating my dreams.
feels like Christmas Eve inside~
all full of Expectation,
in bed with scarf, hat & sneezy cold
makes me feel like i
Kelly Salasin, December 2009