What can we in the future say for a long ago November day on which a schoolboy stood on the edge of the playground and watched his classmates mock a murder in Texas far away from the California desert?
Victor ... one of the before and after days that changed us. Suddenly the world was a different place ... less safe if even our President could be murdered in front of our eyes. There have been other before and after days since then, but that was my first and it will never be forgotten.
Wow, Victor. You certainly captured the shock and emotion of a tragic day for the world.
I was a second-grader at a Catholic school and I remember the nuns whispering to each other in the hallway and turning back to their classrooms in tears but not telling the students what had happened. Our mothers picked us up early and tried to explain it to us. It was truly the end of innocence.
Victor, I like how you've distilled the larger story down to the impact on a boy and his mother. Emotionally, the story is much more accessible. For whatever reason that it popped up, I think that it popped up well-done (thus ends my toast analogies). Creative, as always.
Wow this was powerful and telling. Also, had no clue you are exactly my mother's age - she's a wild mind like you. I started to copy and past all the sections that i found most compelling and then realized i was copying probably 50% of your post. So interesting, that public/private link we make between experiences shared by all and our experience shared by one.
Some beautiful lines here, Victor. "...children unbridled their ignorance..." "A president who asked what one would do for their country found out." "We must remove the persuasive noose of hatred from around our neck before it hangs us all from the scaffold of our own decay." ( Who in their right mind would not agree ?) I remember the day well, and the massive grief, not only for the loss of a president, but for the loss of hope. Thank you.
Victor ... one of the before and after days that changed us. Suddenly the world was a different place ... less safe if even our President could be murdered in front of our eyes. There have been other before and after days since then, but that was my first and it will never be forgotten.
Wow, Victor. You certainly captured the shock and emotion of a tragic day for the world.
I was a second-grader at a Catholic school and I remember the nuns whispering to each other in the hallway and turning back to their classrooms in tears but not telling the students what had happened. Our mothers picked us up early and tried to explain it to us. It was truly the end of innocence.
Victor, I like how you've distilled the larger story down to the impact on a boy and his mother. Emotionally, the story is much more accessible. For whatever reason that it popped up, I think that it popped up well-done (thus ends my toast analogies). Creative, as always.
Wow this was powerful and telling. Also, had no clue you are exactly my mother's age - she's a wild mind like you. I started to copy and past all the sections that i found most compelling and then realized i was copying probably 50% of your post. So interesting, that public/private link we make between experiences shared by all and our experience shared by one.
Some beautiful lines here, Victor. "...children unbridled their ignorance..." "A president who asked what one would do for their country found out." "We must remove the persuasive noose of hatred from around our neck before it hangs us all from the scaffold of our own decay." ( Who in their right mind would not agree ?) I remember the day well, and the massive grief, not only for the loss of a president, but for the loss of hope. Thank you.
very moving, Victor! you captured an atmosphere and a deep significance so well.
Hola Victor, hay eventos trágicos que son el parte aguas de la vida de alguien o porque no de una sociedad o del mundo. Gracias por esta pieza.