I missed all the news today, only now just returning home to find out what happened. I was lost in a world of Don Quixote and pierogies, and, frankly, I'd rather be there with the $28 of tips I made today and not in front of the computer screen reading all about it right now.
The reason I became a teacher had a lot to do with my faith in humans and human nature. I believe that people are born good, and that it's the world that makes them bad. If I can get in there and help make that world a little bit better for them, especially for kids whose worlds are presenting obstacle after obstacle, then I'm happy. I teach many kids who live in the deepest ghettos in a city that sees 200 gun deaths of young black men every year, of a city some of the highest addiction, imprisonment, and disease rates in the country, and these kids come to my school expecting to find a path through, or a path away. Some of them don't find it, but most of them do, and my job is to provide a little light. To do my job, I've got to believe that every kid who walks into my door has been granted a basic goodness that I've just got to use to help them succeed. I don't think I'd be a very good teacher, particularly a good teacher in an area with some rough kids, if I didn't believe that everyone has this sense of goodness in them. This optimism in human nature is who I am, and it always has been, which is why I don't have much of a tolerance for cynicism. And it's also why shit like what happened in London yesterday just rocks me to my core. How could someone make the decision to set up bombs on major transportation systems and decide to kill as many innocent people as possible? I know my reactions are not unique, but for someone like me that does believe that people are inherently good, it threatens my belief system. I don't have much faith in religion of any sort, but I have a deep faith in humanity, and, damn, it's being tested a bit today. I know that Bob Ewell evil exists, but, like Atticus, I just don't want to believe it. I want to believe that evil comes mistreatment, like Mayella's, or from something else. The concept of evil in human beings is a difficult one to grasp, and seeing it in action stupefies me.
There's a line in Hotel Rwanda - a movie that I really should own, it's so good - that says when people see suffering in other countries, they say how horrible it is and then they turn off the TV and go back to eating dinner. Sadly, I'm going to do the same. I wish there was something else to do, but I know of nothing. It's just so frustrating to me that as great as the human race can be, that as many brilliant minds that we have, that as much greatness comes out of us a collective world, that we can't figure out how to live with other peacefully. It's naive of me to think so, but it just blows my mind.
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