“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.”
― Maya Angelou
It happened.
Again.
Wednesday morning, families in Parkland, FL got ready for another day. A special day. The day we celebrate love…..love of all kinds.
Teenagers awoke and busied themselves for another day of learning. Parents and guardians said goodbye and I imagine they told them to ‘Have a great day.’ Most probably heard ‘I love you.’ Or so I hope they did. But seventeen families would not see their loved ones come back home.
Back in 1996, I was a 25 year old educator with just 3 years of teaching experience. I sat in a graduate level class and listened as my professor told us, ‘If you want to get a glimpse at our society, look inside any typical public education classroom.’
The funny thing is, I don’t remember the name of that professor, but I have never forgotten those words. They were as true then as they are today. After having spent the last 25 years as an educator, the picture of American society is often disturbing and sad. The 19 year old shooter from Wednesday’s latest tragedy, sat in a classroom once. I wonder what his teachers thought of him then; what red flags did he raise all of those years? Given the imprint of his internet steps, I’m going out on a limb to say he raised quite a few.
In the aftermath of Wednesday’s shooting, I have read and heard statements of outrage from all sorts of people. It seems that once again, this country has polarized itself among extremes. We have girded up our bodies with the ‘all or nothing’ armor defense, as if that stance is productive and solution-oriented.
What I’m most sad about are the arguments of oversimplification.
‘This is a mental health issue.’
‘This is not a gun issue. It is a heart issue.’
‘Evil has been around since the beginning of time.’
‘This is a Republican issue.’
‘This is a Liberal issue.’
‘This is……’ Go ahead reader, fill in the blank with your own theory.
Are any of us willing to use one of these flimsy arguments in the face of a parent or family member who has just identified their child’s bloodied and destroyed body and now faces the horrific task of making funeral arrangements for a young person whose life was meant for more?
This is OUR problem. This has become the face of our modern American society.
The solution isn’t as easy as policy, laws, Jesus, or metal health professionals. It is a combination of it all. ALL. Not an either/or issue. This is not the time to play the blame game. This isn’t the time to have a knee jerk reaction.
It is time to have some very hard conversations. Time to speak truth. Time to shut up and listen. Time to ask some very difficult questions.
Like…
What are we willing to concede as individuals in order to do what is best for the greater good? (Think of the anti-smoking in public campaign.)
Can we agree to look at the holes in our process for gun ownership with a more honest and discerning eye?
Can we agree to honor the Second Amendment in a way that allows for those on the entire spectrum of this issue to hold space with one another and make it harder to put guns in the hands of those who don’t need them?
Are all kinds of guns necessary for the private citizen to own?
Is the gaming and entertainment industry willing to look at their products and own their promotion and glorification of violence?
Is the public willing to speak up and get in the business of others who are saying, doing, and acting in a way that signals a red flag and a cry for help?
Will our houses of worship get into the trenches with our families and communities to bring a message of hope and love to all and not to only those who believe and live in the way they endorse in their pews?
Will we work in our communities to bring families together and help our young people find a sense of purpose and belonging?
See, I believe that we have a generation of young people walking through this world broken, starving for attention, belonging, and the hope that their life matters. They have grown up in a world where ‘likes’ define your worth and a text is considered an intimate relationship. They live in an era where social media makes it easy for people to say what they want without consequence or regard for the person receiving their message. They watch adults tune out. They sit in backseats with adults overdosed on drugs in the front seats of their cars. Many adults are too busy, too tired, too self-absorbed to interact, look at and speak to kids so they put a device in their hands.
Are we willing to push the pause button and reset?
We can no longer expect our under-funded, over-tested, underpaid educators to pick up the slack with our lessons, our initiatives, or our bodies when the bullets fly. How much more are we going to demand from our educators? I’m not sure where the boundary lies, but I can tell you that I believe our society to be way out of bounds.
I barely slept at all that night.
The next morning, I got up and readied myself for another day. With my office lights on, I poured a cup of coffee, grabbed my walkie-talkie and walked to the classroom of my friend, Ami. Waiting with her was Vickie, a new educator on this journey. The three of us formed a circle and laid hands on one another as Ami prayed. Minutes later, I positioned myself at the inner doors of our building like I do on most mornings. I greeted each sweet child as they entered and exclaimed with great enthusiasm that I was thrilled to see them. I called most by name and gave hugs to any and all who needed one before starting their day.
For those parents that chose to walk their precious child inside on Thursday morning, a remarkable thing happened.
A look passed between me and them. Subtle. It might have been missed on any other day. Not on this day.
A look of questioning from them….a look of promise from me.