The Thing on Watching With You

Driving in and listening to NPR and being excited about getting here and deciding which coverage I was going to tune into, I realized something.

Before today, I cannot remember a time in my life when the whole nation came together–hungry for news coverage, feeling that they had to be there or know someone who was going, watching and watching again–I cannot remember a moment in my life when the whole nation came together for good news.

The memories I have of hanging onto images and waiting for updates and not being able to look away, of wanting to get together with friends or family so that I wasn’t the lonely witness, have all been national tragedies.  Reagan getting shot, space shuttles blowing up, wars and more wars, Oklahoma City, Columbine, 9/11, Katrina, etc. etc. etc.

I have never, in my life, witnessed America coming together in celebration.

And yet, here we are.

I didn’t know what I was missing.

3 thoughts on “The Thing on Watching With You

  1. I do get what you’re feeling – for sure. Even though the popular vote was not the landslide that the electoral college vote was, it seems that the American public who are behind President Obama (and I’m sire some are not people who originally voted for him) are behind him and each other in a new sort of way.

    I also want to point out that one reason that the Challenger is a touchstone for our generation is because we all tuned in to watch it as it was exciting, good news. Maybe not this level of good news, but the event and the organized spectators was for the good joy of it. Christa McAuiliffe was a regular teacher selected to go into space and to communicate with school children in orbit, not a regular astronaut. And so, schools across the nation were watching the launch like few other NASA launches drew our attention in the previous couple of decades since the early years of the program. But it turned tragic as we were already tuned in.

  2. It hurts that I thought I had lost years ago the idea of the America I believed in as a child, the land of hope, and love, and freedom that was gone, and had never existed. It was wonderful to be able to reach out to others as they listened, to realize that so many share my dreams of a place where love, honor, respect, and true freedom are paramount.

    I cried :P

  3. I waffled and wobbled and finally decided that, yes, I would keep the kids home today. DC made that easy by being sick, but Van had to get back after lunch. But I wanted them here, where we could talk about it, where we could discuss and observe, and I could be certain they’d know and remember. I wanted them to see me weep, watch the faces in the crowd, to know that, when they tell their children “I watched that happan” they could add “Gram was sobbing, she was so happy and hopeful.”

    Whatever comes after, whatever happens next, our country, in this moment, was optimistic, hopeful and One Nation.

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