Thursday, September 25, 2014

Possessing a Cat’s Sense of History

I’m not sure what it’s called in schools these days, assuming it’s taught at all, but American History was serious stuff when I wandered the hallowed halls of high school.  At one point when our children were that age, I think it was called social studies or perhaps civics. I have no idea why.

I’m not sure how educationally we evolved past it or through it or around it. But we did and look at us now and how well we’ve done. I think about the George Santayana admonition from Reason in Common Sense and fear most of us either think he’s Carlos’ dad or (even more likely) have no idea what anything in this paragraph means.

And then you read about this heavily-reported exploitation of a tragic and dark moment in pursuit of corporate publicity and profit and wonder, as I did, how easy can it be to forget what you never knew in the first place?

-bill kenny     

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