. At Tilden, the fights would start in the halls, in the cafeteria, until, inevitably, someone would pull a fire alarm, and we'd be out in it, in the street. Us teachers, the ones that mattered to me at least, wouldd gather near the ROTC building and laugh darkly at the violence around us, at the police with sticks, at the lesson we had planned for the day.
Assssss they filed back in, through metal detectors and back to my class, I, at first, asked students to write, to decompress the events that had occurred, that which were trraumatic and disturbing. Until I realized that normal means something diifferent to everyone.
Annnd whatif this war is not a war at all?????
ARe OUrr weapons virtuous?
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