I don't normally have any problems with Louis' musings, although
I will confess I rarely read all of them. But I was a bit
surprised, in the light of the earlier postings to the list,
that there was no reaction to them, which makes me fear a bulk
mailing of this and earlier postings. Are we being spammed folks?
Peter.
Louis_Schmier <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> After my walk this pre-dawn morning, I sat out by the
fishpond
> enveloped by blissful darkness. It was the total darkness of
the woods
> where everything disappears. Nevertheless, the darkness
mysteriously
> soothes. Being sightless, sounds seem to multiply and
heighten. They
> enhance the dark. Undistracted mental images sharpen.
>
> It is Rosh Hashonah. I didn't have to make the
transition I
> normally make from my head to my heart. I was already inside
myself. I
> had gone there a week ago in response to the horrible events in
> Pennsylvania, New York, and Washington. As I sat in synagogue
these past
> two days, I realized that Rosh Hasonah, the Jewish New Year,
comes with a
> great gift: the opportunity to begin again. And in a
perverse way,
> because of the terrorists, we Americans have been given the
gift to open a
> new page and it is up to us to decide what the pen of life
will record.
>
> I and my family have just returned from a grueling zig-
zag trip up
> the east coast to Boston in order to attend the wedding of our
nephew. We
> had tickets to fly on Friday, didn't think we would make it,
changed them
> to Saturday, didn't think we would make it, changed them from
> Jacksonville-Boston to Atlanta-Providence, left Valdosta at
midnight,
> drove almost fours hours to Atlanta, thought we had made it,
waited in the
> empty airport, found our flights were cancelled, didn't think
we were
> going to make it, got new flights, we and bags were thoroughly
searched,
> passed uniformed and armed air marshals, flew, drove from
Providence to
> Boston, made it, arrived three hours before the wedding--
fifteen tiring
> hours with almost not sleep after we left Valdosta. On
Monday, we
> zig-zagged by car and plane and car another fourteen hours
back to
> Valdosta.
>
> I have admit I was feeling a tad uneasy, almost
guilty, about
> celebrating in the midst of death and destruction. But, I
strongly
> felt that life takes precedent over death. The rabbi
officiating
> at the ceremonies understood this. She explained that we who
had traveled
> were there because of our strong sense of family and
friendship. She
> wisely told of the Jewish tradition that when a funeral
procession meets a
> wedding party, the former gives way to the latter. It is more
than a
> symbolic embracement of life. It is a commitment to life, the
rabbi
> reminded us. Life goes on. Life is good.
>
> I saw and felt that persistence in life, that
commitment to live,
> in the wee hours of Atlanta. A man entered the airplane slowly
waving a
> small American flag saying, "F--- the terrorists." He
defiantly nodded
> his head and smiled. There was applause, mine included.
Tears came to my
> eyes. I don't think I was the only one. I, too, felt a
patriotic
> obligation to fly. Maybe the planes that crashed into the
Towers and the
> Pentagon also shattered our complacency. More importantly,
they awakened
> our consciousness out from a taking-for-granted stupor and
slammed into
> our psyche to remind us who we are. That man colorfully said
it all.
> Buildings are structures. They even may be symbols. They are
not that
> indefinable but powerful American spirit. And if it was the
> American-thrashing and American-hating terrorists' intent to
destroy our
> will to go on living, they will be defeated by people such as
this man who
> refuse to let that spiritual destruction happen.
>
> It is wrong to think that America goes on unchanged.
It is also
> wrong to think that America is utterly changed. It's okay to
be nervous
> and even afraid. The thing is not to let that nervousness and
fear
> control you. Things may not be the same, but they will be
okay in another
> kind of way and in the same way. And so, on that plane, I also
felt a
> firmer resolve to go on being an American.
>
> I cherish my basic freedoms, civil liberties, and the
sanctity of
> the individual. In this struggle, whatever the contrary
temptation, we are
> invited and challenged to protect our rights and freedoms. It
is the only
> right thing to do. It is the only right way to do things. We
don't need
> another set of blotting and smudging Alien and Sedition Acts.
We need to
> write clear and fine words and phrases. To leave those
freedoms and
> liberties we so cherish unaltered, not to forget who we are,
to retain
> dearly what we value, and remember how we should live is an
essential part
> of winning in this "war." No, it is THE essential part. If
we don't, as
> we've lost before we've begun to fight.
>
> And so, I don't think at all of the rhetoric
of "crusade" or the
> "first war of the 21st century" or "dead or alive." I think
most of the
> public statements that the FBI, while in the midst of this
crisis, while
> it is engaged in a massive hunt for the perpetrators of this
hienious
> attack, will with equal vigor pursue hate crimes launched
against innocent
> Arab and Muslim Americans. That is a powerful statement of
what we are
> all about.
>
> Of all the pictures I've seen on TV and in print, the
most
> powerful image burned in my soul during these terrible days is
not that of
> a plane hitting a building or of the collapse of structure
mesmerizing as
> they may be. It is that of three heroic NY firemen raising the
flag over
> the rubble as if it was a reenactment of the marines on Iwo
Jima. In
> those firemen and the police, lead by real values to risk and
lose their
> lives, we saw that as steel and glass and concrete collapsed,
the American
> spirit rose up stronger than it ever has been in a long time.
I saw
> images of death and destruction born from a hateful womb. I
also saw with
> pride images of courage, generosity, and strength emerging out
from a
> compassionate womb. I saw resolve, character, and the
resurrection of a
> spirit that has brought us together. I am not ashamed to admit
that I
> cannot count how many times I was brought to tears. I was
reminded that
> love of country is really love of this country values,
liberties, and
> freedoms. It is the glue that binds all of us diverse people
together into
> one people. "I love America" doesn't mean a thing if we don't
care about
> and care for and love one another.
>
> And to all those extremists on the left and right, I
now say we
> are a good people. We are not a perfect people. We have built
a just
> place to live, a fair place to live, and a decent place to
live. We have
> not built a perfect palce to live. The American spirit won't
be
> conquered. We'll preserve what we have and write to improve on
it. We
> will defiantly rebuild and live. Others places have risen from
greater
> ashes: London, Sarajevo, Tokyo, Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Dresden,
Berlin,
> London, Beirut, San Francisco, Chicago. And so will New York
and
> Washington.
>
> Those terrorists reminded me who I am. They
reinforced who I am
> as an American and more importantly as a human being. I will
not--I
> cannot even if I wanted to--separate my mind and body from my
heart. And
> when I return to class today, this is who and what I will
share and
> discuss with students when they inevitably will ask me today
if I had felt
> a "fear of flying."
>
>
> Make it a good day.
>
> --Louis-
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