Last week, I sat through what felt like the longest PTO meeting of my life. It was uncomfortable to listen to and nauseating to contemplate. We were talking about school security, post Sandy Hook. Our principal outlined ongoing changes being made to policies and procedures, including consultations with the town police chief and heads of security companies. Many parents were there to express their concerns and displeasure over some changes that had already been made with how children are dropped off and picked up from school. It was serious business.
I have to be honest, my attention faltered, sitting in the auditorium, as my mind wondered to thoughts of that horrible day and then to the teachers and staff in my own school. To my own first grader. Watching our principal speak, I was struck by how tired he looked. Granted, he was just recovering from a week of the flu, but his thoughts and words wore heavily on him and I could see the weight of his position and responsibility, now multiplied tenfold. Waves of emotion washed over me, lapping at my feet and bringing me to the verge of tears, as they do now, writing these words.
I had a strong desire to give him a big hug. To stand up and say thank you to him and all of the teachers who had come to the meeting. To say, “I love you all” and mean it, although I don’t even know most of them and that would probably be considered exceedingly weird.
Sandy Hook is the educational 9/11. There is no going back. As our principal said, ‘December 14 was a game changer.’ And I shuddered.
Meanwhile, in the world where people think every real life event is some sort of Da Vinci Code plot that only they are smart enough to figure out, a friend at work mentioned something about some ridiculous Sandy Hook conspiracy theories she heard floating around. I didn’t really think anything of it at the time. But in the past few days, they started popping up in my feed on Facebook. I wanted to be educated on what these people were talking about, so I Googled “Sandy Hook Conspiracy” and started reading. Then I watched the beginning of a video a friend posted. I could feel my blood boiling.
Now, I am not conspiracy theorist, but I also have no doubt that the government does not always tell us the whole story about things. Sometimes for our own good, sometimes for theirs. But this stuff, this is just sickening.
Theories range from the entire thing being completely staged by actors where no one actually got hurt or killed at all, to it being a military operation executed by Black Ops. Most theories claim that it is somehow connected to a plot by the Obama administration to push through gun control legislation, and leading ultimately to some sort of Socialist/Communist/Marxist/Stalinist state (I wish they would pick one—I’m pretty sure they are not actually interchangeable).
Here’s the thing: I live in Connecticut. I assure you that this actually happened. People I work with live in Newtown. They have attended the funerals. They know families. This is for real.
And if this horrible tragedy becomes the catalyst for conversations long overdue about gun control, mental health care, violent video games, media saturation, etc. then thank God something positive can come out of it. It is not politicizing the event to demand real change in areas that have so long been swept under the rug.
(I will not entertain arguments on these items here, but if you want to hear an excellent, passionate, well expressed position for responsible gun control, look no further than Jon Stewart, whose “fake” news speaks truth more eloquently than I possibly could: http://www.thedailyshow.com/watch/tue-january-8-2013/scapegoat-hunter—gun-control)
These crazy theories and their overzealous supporters make me angry. Truly, deeply, punch a wall angry. But punching the wall only adds to the violence, crippling me (literally) in the process. So what are we to do?
I think now is the time for a conspiracy of our own: a conspiracy of love. Honor those innocent children and staff of Sandy Hook every day by conspiring to show love and compassion to our fellow human beings.
Practice random acts of kindness!
Make a joyful noise!
Be thankful!
Small acts of kindness can go a long way to making someone’s day a bit brighter, and yours too, in the process. There are many movements afoot that can be found all over the internet and on FB, such as Guerrilla Goodness (https://www.facebook.com/GuerrillaGoodness?fref=ts)—check them out. Start your own.
To start, I ask you to help honor the staff of Sandy Hook by honoring the teachers I your life. Write a note to your child’s teacher(s). Email one of your own teachers, past or present. Send a letter of support to your neighborhood school. Just to say ‘hey,’ or ‘thank you,’ or ‘thinking of you.’
I began thinking about all the teachers I had in public school. I was fairly certain I could remember them all. So I sat down and made a list. I was pretty dang close. As far as I can recall, I am only missing my teachers for Swimming and Home Economics, both of which I only had for one semester in junior high.
All of my teachers had an impact on me in some way. So I am sharing with you my ‘roll call,’ if you will. I plan to put my list on my FB page, too. I hope others will take up the challenge and post their own lists. Let us all conspire to respect, rejoice in and love one another as best we can, whenever we can.
Elementary School:
Ms. Napoleon (K)
Ms. Epifanio (1)
Ms. Weiser (2)
Mrs. Sliwa (3)
Mrs. Taylor (4)
Mrs. Burke (5 & 6)
Mrs. Rotundo (principal)
Mrs. Steiber (orchestra)
Mrs. Demitri (music)
Jr. High:
Mr. Zelly
Ms. Royal
Mr. DeJesus
Mrs. Schwartz
Mrs. Brown
Mr. Crawford
Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Williams
Ms. Barclay
Mr. DiDanato
Mr. Pucciati
Mrs. Medina
High School:
Mrs. Guard
Mr. Helm
Mrs. Reza
Mr. Johnson
Dr. Omundson
Mrs. Rodriguez
Mrs. Reynolds
Mrs. Brown
Ms. Booth
Mr. Kitchen
Ms. Call
Mr. Lawrence
Mr. Dettman
Mrs. York