What if it were my school you bombed? Would it matter then at all?
I teach children who came here after they have lost everything..
They are brown, black, white..all colors that did not protect them from losing their homes.
I teach them when there is electricity and when there is none.
I even teach them about electricity itself, without enough electricity.
Just one dim light of a single lamp at night we continue.
Some of them are called adults by the simple accident of a number.
But they are children in the way that matters: they still look for meaning in the world. They are naive and they want to be happy.
Many have PTSD from things they have seen too early , loss and survival.
No one there will film documentaries about them. No one will thank them for their service so that your gasoline may be cheap.
Today I teach them physics.
But maybe I should ask them what they think about bombs falling on schools.
They are brown, black, white..all colors that did not protect them from losing their homes.
I teach them when there is electricity and when there is none.
I even teach them about electricity itself, without enough electricity.
Just one dim light of a single lamp at night we continue.
Some of them are called adults by the simple accident of a number.
But they are children in the way that matters: they still look for meaning in the world. They are naive and they want to be happy.
Many have PTSD from things they have seen too early , loss and survival.
No one there will film documentaries about them. No one will thank them for their service so that your gasoline may be cheap.
Today I teach them physics.
But maybe I should ask them what they think about bombs falling on schools.
