Fifteen years ago I was student teaching in Mexico. It was a great experience and I loved it there. By the time school let out that afternoon the borders had been closed and I realized I was on the wrong side of them to be with my family. On Saturday the 15th I rode the bus to the nearby larger city with the other student teachers so we could do some exploring. The 16th of September marks the start of the war for Mexican Independence from Spain. There were Mexican flags flying everywhere in preparation for that the following day. But what stood out to me was how many American flags were flying and the support that country had for mine.
Terrorists had tried to instill fear and separation with the result of us coming together in love and unity. Fifteen years later we don’t need the terrorists to separate us, we’re doing a pretty good job of that on our own. We would do better to remember the good that day brought out in everyone, remember to believe in the good we all have in us.
I love this segment from Bones season 8, “The Patriot in Purgatory” where they discuss what happened on September 11, 2001.
I am an educator and PhD. I quilt, belly dance, run, read, and try to grow things. I am a Mormon. I am infertile. I am a daughter, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, friend, wife, and mom.
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I never knew that you student taught in Mexico. That must have been quite an experience.
I assume this comment came from a grandma on my side, not a grandma on yours. :brett:
Yup, We knew she was in Mexico. And we felt that she was very safe in the mountains of Mexico.
There is an interesting episode of The West Wing that aired shortly after 9/11 that does a great job of discussing radicalism and racism. If only we could all still remember those lessons.