Feb 2018
Took this down, but I'm putting it back up after reading a letter by another teacher, deeply questioning his own courage and what has gone wrong In America.
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Anger, sorrow....
They sometimes converge
in children
The wind explodes them in our hands
and
I hate the world that kills 17 kids
with American Senseless
Peace--
Impossible possession
The angle of declination
Breath of a moment
A violet thread pulled from the hem of day.
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Anger, sorrow....
They sometimes converge
in children
The wind explodes them in our hands
and
I hate the world that kills 17 kids
with American Senseless
Peace--
Impossible possession
The angle of declination
Breath of a moment
A violet thread pulled from the hem of day.
They were doing all the things I taught my students to do. I also taught them to be absolutely silent. Door locked, window covered, lights out, kids on floor along the inside wall. I told them they were not to make a peep-- even if someone broke in, so as not to call attention to themselves. We could hear the dogs barking, SWAT team running, voices blazing over radios. The looks on their faces as they processed this new fear-- and the question I knew was coming: "Ms., What are you going to do?"
I fell asleep that night with my answer still echoing in my head, "I would hope that I could...."
I fell asleep that night with my answer still echoing in my head, "I would hope that I could...."
