Update (January 24): I wrote this post on January 20th shortly after the first two videos were released. Rereading the post after all the other information occurred, I was pleasantly surprised to see how much I’d gotten right. I’m leaving the post as is and adding a couple of thoughts:
- The teen I named “Smirkboy” is actually Nick Sandmann. His parents hired a PR firm to represent them. To date, those paid flaks have helped him use his 15 Warhol minutes to explain why he was right and everyone not Covington Catholic was wrong. I’m struggling to find a better definition of “entitlement.”
- I should have said this more explicitly in my original post. WHERE WERE THE CHAPERONES? Responsible adults needed to corral these kids, needed to step up, walk with and among them and calm the waters. This is mostly their failure. (Mostly because, based on my experience parenting teens and as someone who works with other people’s teens on a regular basis, the boys were old enough to manage their behavior with or without adults around to keep them in line.)
- To anyone who thinks I was unduly harsh on Mr. Sandmann (I love you but imagine your son in this position and you can’t because he would never have done this), someone who was as scared and/or uncertain as he claims to have been would not have violated anyone’s personal space for the length of time and in that manner. There was room for him to step away (evidenced by the distance between him and his classmates). He did not.
This was going to be part two of my post on writing.
But then Friday happened.
A group of high school pipsqueaks in Washington, DC attending the March for Life encountered Nathan Phillips, an Omaha Tribal Elder participating in the Indigenous People’s March.
According to Phillips, there was some sort of confrontation between the pipsqueaks and a group of Black Hebrew Israelites (who, if anyone is interested, think I am a fake Jew, which is a completely different post. I will only say that, personal feelings aside, I have a problem with any group that elevates itself by demeaning the legitimacy of another). The former, by the way, were accessorizing their Covington Catholic hoodies with #MAGA hats. No word on what kind of hats the Black Hebrew Israelites were sporting.
When he tried to leave, one of the students blocked his exit. Phillips was singing a unity song, a song of strength. With no other good options, he simply continued singing. The result, captured on multiple video and still cameras, is the very definition of grace and dignity in the face of arrogant derision.
With the exception of the student’s mother, who blamed everyone but her precious baby, all players in this drama have made the appropriate horrified noises. The court of public opinion, including this juror, is rendering a resounding “Guilty” verdict. The Archdiocese of Covington and the school (which has taken all its social media accounts offline) promised accountability.
CCH might want to revisit its dress code, too. Wearing political gear to a school-sanctioned field trip seems inappropriate to me, but what do I know? I went to public school. Also, I’m a pro-quality-of-life Jew. Which is shorthand for “a huge fan of women having agency over their own bodies.” (I don’t know anyone who thinks abortion is wonderful, just people who believe it should be safe and legal.)
As to the images, particularly those of the as-yet-unnamed smirker in Phillips’ face (rest assured, if these teens had been people of color, their names would be all over the news, and Fox News and InfoWars would be out searching for arrest records, but, of course, they’re white, so…), they are the latest in a long chain, some captured on film, others simply burned into the memories of witnesses to similar events.
I’ve scooped a few from various websites, and am posting them in one place, along with a couple of youtube screenshots from yesterday.
I will leave you with the photo I took about eight years ago, of this farmer and his water buffalo. Because everyone needs a hug after yesterday.
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Thank you for this, Amy. For its power, and for closing it with Farmer Hugging Buffalo.
We all needed a hug after that mess, and we still do. 🙂