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Something strange today. I saw the clock switch at midnight last night and wondered how the next day would pan out. Thought about, as everyone does, my memory of five years ago.
There was no mention of 9/11. Not in any class, not in the dining hall, not by the administration, not in the news bulletin. It was as though people forgot the date, as though we were living in an atemporal bubble. Finally, at the Christian Union meeting tonight, we acknowledged its existence. Everyone murmured in agreement when it was brought up, as though it had been lurking behind their minds all day.
It saddens me that we seem to have lost that nationwide, nondiscriminatory, unspoken feeling of brotherhood. To me, that is the essence of why we must remember. Not because we need to remember to hate the people that did this, but because we need to remember that we are all in this together. We need to remember the feeling of looking at another human being and knowing that they are a brother, a sister. We need to remember how lucky we are. Maybe we, on some level, still do...I know I forget on occasion, I know I let the cynicism get through and define me. I forget what's important, and wait until someone wiser quietly exists and reminds me what I'm doing.
Forgive me, again, for letting someone else do the talking. And, I know you all know how much I respect this show and might entertain the idea that I turned to this first, but I imagine that I would appreciate these words even if I hated the program. But yeah...seriousness. Watch if you like.
There was no mention of 9/11. Not in any class, not in the dining hall, not by the administration, not in the news bulletin. It was as though people forgot the date, as though we were living in an atemporal bubble. Finally, at the Christian Union meeting tonight, we acknowledged its existence. Everyone murmured in agreement when it was brought up, as though it had been lurking behind their minds all day.
It saddens me that we seem to have lost that nationwide, nondiscriminatory, unspoken feeling of brotherhood. To me, that is the essence of why we must remember. Not because we need to remember to hate the people that did this, but because we need to remember that we are all in this together. We need to remember the feeling of looking at another human being and knowing that they are a brother, a sister. We need to remember how lucky we are. Maybe we, on some level, still do...I know I forget on occasion, I know I let the cynicism get through and define me. I forget what's important, and wait until someone wiser quietly exists and reminds me what I'm doing.
Forgive me, again, for letting someone else do the talking. And, I know you all know how much I respect this show and might entertain the idea that I turned to this first, but I imagine that I would appreciate these words even if I hated the program. But yeah...seriousness. Watch if you like.