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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

SLICE OF LIFE



It's been a hard week in Denver.

On Thursday night, I went to bed at 11:30. And everything was fine.

Five and a half hours later, I got up and discovered that nothing was fine anymore.

There had been a shooting in Aurora. Seven or eight miles from my house. At a theater I know well. Century 16 is where we went when my son turned 8. The first summer after I adopted him. We saw PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN. It's where my boys learned "movie manners." Where I saw ET and PASSION OF THE CHRIST. Where many of my students go to the movies.

And now there had been a shooting. Twelve people were dead. Fifty-eight more wounded. I watched the news in horror. A man frantically waving a xeroxed picture of his son, later confirmed dead. Moms standing in the parking lot at Gateway High School, weeping as they hug teenagers they thought that they might never seen again. Exhausted rescue workers standing guard as police and FBI detectives collected evidence inside the theater.

I thought, as did most people, that I would probably know someone who had died, or been injured. I expected that at least one student from my school would be on the list. So far, though,  I have had only distant connections. A principal in Denver lost her six-year-old great niece. That little girl's mama is paralyzed from the waist down. A man from my church, but not someone I knew. A high school friend of a checker at my grocery store. And a congregant of a pastor friend, who was shot in the head, but somehow, through a previously unknown abnormality in her skull, is miraculously ok.

Many others have not been so fortunate.  There are twelve victims--Alex, the young man whose father had the picture- celebrating his 27th birthday with friends, and preparing to celebrate his first wedding anniversary that weekend. A single mom with two little girls. A baseball player who had just graduated from high school and was planning on attending art school in the fall. A Subway store worker. Three young men who died trying to protect their girlfriends. Two soldiers.

Many others are still hospitalized. A pastor from the Denver Rescue Mission, shot in the shoulder and leg. A former college running back, shot in the leg. One man, an aspiring comedian, shot in the head, is in a coma. His wife was with him, but was not injured. Last night, she was in labor, giving birth to their first child.

Others, not physically injured, have had their lives profoundly changed. Two hundred people were in that theater. Hundreds more were in other theaters in that complex. Probably fifty others worked at Century 16. Hundreds of emergency responders- policemen, firemen, ambulance drivers, doctors, nurses, other hospital workers- have also been impacted much by this tragedy. The people who lived in the shooter's apartment building have still not been allowed to return home.

I have cried much these last few days. As I watched the news. As I drove by the site of the shooting on Sunday on my way to church. As I attended the Community Prayer Vigil on Sunday night. And as I watched the shooter, James Holmes, in court.

People are, understandably, really, really angry at James Holmes. I'm not. At least not right now. I feel only a huge and profound sadness, that someone could be so, so, so alone, and so disconnected that they would be able to do something like that. There's lots of speculation that Holmes is mentally ill, possibly schizophrenic. I think something like that is probably true. And I feel sad that he could live in my city, and be so unknown and so unseen, that he could purchase all of that weaponry and ammunition and war gear, and spend months planning his crime and booby trapping his apartment, and no one even noticed. No one reached out, no one called the police, no one got him the help he clearly need.

I have wept, too, for James Holmes' parents. I have imagined what it would be like to be his mom, getting that phone call in San Diego early Friday morning. I watched his dad, in a blue plaid shirt and khakis, carry-on in hand, as he walked to police car, preparing to come to Denver. I have thought about him, sitting completely alone in a motel room, somewhere in my town. James Holmes committed a crime that is beyond horrific. And at the same time, he is still their child. I weep with them.

I wonder about James Holmes as a child. People have described him as being shy, a loner, and I wonder was he bullied to beyond his breaking point? Was there someone who could have reached out and protected him? Have I allowed that to happen to a child? Have I done everything that I can to teach my kids, and my students, to be "upstanders," not only to be kind, but to also protect those around them? To look out for others? To have enough empathy to reach out to someone who is totally alone, even if it might be at the expense of a little loss of your own social standing? Am I teaching kids to be bold enough to advocate for people who are too sick, or too weak, or too lost to advocate for themselves? To be on the lookout for others who might need help?

I'm thankful for books like WONDER and HOW TO STEAL A DOG.  I'm really glad I have books like those to teach kids about kindness and empathy and compassion.  And I'm thankful for books like Peter Johnston's OPENING MINDS. Johnston talks about how we can use language to help kids learn to see the world from other's perspective. And develop a social conscience.

And at the same time, I wonder, as a teacher and as a mom, and as a human being,  have I done everything I can to make the world a safe place and a kind place?

It's been a hard week in Denver.


14 comments:

Tara @ A Teaching Life said...

So much to ponder over in your powerful post, Carol. I, too, have been thinking about this young man and his parents - so many people have lost. So much in the span of just a few minutes....and yet, as you point out, this was months in the planning, and no one seems to have had a clue, or reached out, or even been aware. In this age of being able to connect to anybody and everybody at a moment's notice, we seem more disconnected than ever. And yet....we must try to do better, to reach out to each other more, and to teach our kids to do the same.

Anita Ferreri said...

My thoughts and prayers are with you who are so physically near the horrific site. We all, however, share the great sadness and the reminder of how fragile life can be as well as the need to reach out to others - always.

Katherine Sokolowski said...

Carol, I cried as reading your post. I've watched the news in horror since Friday morning. I think the questions you ask are all so important. I don't have any of the answers but will continue to think.

Linda at teacherdance said...

Thank you for this, Carol. You've written so thoughtfully about all those involved in this terrible act. I keep thinking things like 'one week ago it hadn't happened; all those lives were continuing on'. I too feel so awful for the parents. And, I (like many teachers I suspect) wondered like you if we do enough to find those who need more, as this young man must have.

Nanc said...

I just have no words...I can only look up and pray at this point. Your powerful paragraph about the parents...thank you for writing that. The community of Denver is forever changed, again. xo nanc

Lynn said...

I can only imagine how awful this is for the people of Denver . . because I know how the rest of us feel . . . somehow though distance doesn't seem to matter. Horrific events such as this really makes me question so many things . . . The families that lost their loved ones at a movie theatre! This just does not make any sense.

writekimwrite said...

Tears were falling as I read your post because this is your community in a way I did not think possible this event felt even more personal. As I was reading in an adjacent column these words from your "About me" profile caught my attention, "daughter of the Most High King". There it is the only place to take things when our hearts are so full of anguish.

wakeupandwrite said...

Yes, this has been a sad and sorry event.

Mrs. V said...

What a powerful post, poignantly capturing your thoughts and emotions.

Michelle said...

Since Friday, I've been thinking about you and checking your blog often wondering when you were going to write such a thoughtful, powerful reflection. Here it is.

Thank you for thinking about the victims and their families, but also thank you for sharing your thoughts about the perpetrator. Anger and 'why' come to mind, but it is always deeper. In some ways I'm surprised he did not kill himself, so will we learn more? Will we understand? Will it ever make sense?

Probably not. But your connection back to the classroom and the little things we can say and do make a difference. Thank you for the reminder.

Lola Writes said...

Thank you for your words. I often think about what kind of impact my words and actions have on others. Everyone seems to be greatly touched by these events.

Beverley Baird said...

Your eloquent words so moved me. I cannot imagine living so close and knowing that theatre and many of the people involved. It was horrific.
Your comapssion and caring will be there for your students and they will be helped by you. We do have resources but the bottom line is that as teachers we have that power to connect and care.

jenb. said...

So wonderfully written, Carol, thank you. From across the miles, I have shed tears with you this week, asking so many of the same questions. Having so many wonderings about what this country is coming to - not from a political standpoint, but from a social standpoint. How parents grow so far from their children that even they don't know when their children are lost. How neighbors don't know one another. How people are hurting and nobody knows, and I wonder if anybody cares? Sad... such sadness.

Diane Andeson said...

Thank you for sharing what is so close to you. I have come back to read more than once. So much to think about. Many prayers are being lifted up.