Our school had an interesting -- and succesful -- commoration of 9/11. It was just an optional assembly, held for about an hour (supposed to be shorter, but ran over), that was run like a Quaker meeting. The principal of the Upper Division used to teach at a Friends School (he's Jewish, though), and he had the brilliant idea: have a few hundred high school students sit in the gym for 45 minutes silently, standing up one at a time to speak "when the spirit moves them."
Yeah, we all laughed too.
But it worked! It was slow starting; no one wanted to break the silence with irreverent words, but it eventually got off the ground. There were the platitudes ("People are Good. The World is Good."), but there were also some shockingly moving remarks. One guy who's birthday was this morning gave a little speech about people invading his country, his state, his island, his day, and trying -- but failing -- to steal it for their needs. Brilliant. There were no microphones to speak into, so I couldn't hear everyone, but what I heard, I liked. One thing that didn't surprise me too much was that the students were often more insightful than the teachers and faculty who stood up to speak. The platitude quoted above was from one of the Deans, and the birthday boy is only a Junior.
There were a few tears -- including one senior who started crying as he recounted a visit to a firehouse where he saw a remembrance photograph of a firefighter with the same last name as his -- but by and large, the students were all calm. If we hadn't had the assembly, I wouldn't have realized that it was a special day. It was a gorgeous day out; the field was recently re-sodded; and the atmosphere was relatively bouncy.
I was going to submit an essay to
A Perfect Morning, but I decided against it. I started writing on it the last days of my vacation, and it was going nowhere. Not wanting to repeat everyone else ("It was horrible! So many died! America was altered forever!") I found myself deleting and writing and deleting and writing. The media has saturated us with phrases and catchisms about the attacks, and I found it hard to break out of their mold. How does one think about these attacks originally? It is possible?
It is necessary?
I don't mean Noam "Dissenting from the Bush Admin. is revolutionary" Chomsky original, I mean actually original, saying something that hasn't been pounded into our heads for the past year. On the surface -- the non-blogging, non-political surface -- there are two options: "Get 'em" or "It's our fault." At the Quaker assembly today, I saw this emphasized. I could tell who was going to fall which way and, largely, I was correct. Knowing the students allowed me to predict which rhetoric they were going to copy.
Copying the sentiments of others was not my intention on this day, and so I didn't write any drawn out essay. You all know what I'm feeling; you're probably feeling it yourself.