In the past few days there has been a lot of processing. I see faces on the news of the victims. There are arguments on social media over the best solution to the problem. And at the end of the day 50 innocent people lost their lives and we all go to bed a little less secure.
I am a 24 years old and yet in the past decade I need more than one hand to count the tragedies. Growing up, our parents could talk about Columbine as this horrible event. But what will I talk about with my kids? A movie theater in Colorado? A marathon in Boston? A school called Sandy Hook? These are all within a decade alone. A staggering increase compared to decades before us where we heard of casualties on the battlefields of war. I do not mean to diminish the lives of soldiers who have died defending our freedom. They deserve our unending gratitude. But at least then you went to bed safe at night knowing they gave the ultimate sacrifice to protect us. What happens now? I may sleep at night but now fear what may happen each day as I move about this cruel and intolerant world.
My heart aches for my students that are growing up in this world. To live in fear of tragedy and violence is no way to live, but to walk without concern is to be desensitized to the violence. This cannot be the norm. This can never be just what happens. We must raise our children with more than tolerance. We must create a culture of acceptance, trust, and the unwillingness to allow the status quo to go unchanged.
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How do you explain these events to the little ones in desks across from us? How does a teacher cope with her own shock all while comforting a child? In elementary school, I know students cannot fully process the seemingly endless tragedies that are occurring. They do not know or understand the underlying issues of race, religion, and sexuality. They cannot quantify the loss of life. But, I believe we are kidding ourselves to think that they will grow up a generation unaffected. We are shaped by even those forces we cannot fully understand.
Tragedy has, once again, pulled us apart. We must listen to the voices that offer sympathy and support. Reach out for the hands that fight to bring us together. March behind the leaders that will create the change we need to stop these senseless losses of life and acts of hate. We are responsible for building a better tomorrow. It simply cannot wait.