Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Compelled to do SOMEthing



The Feelings Flag by Linda O'Connell

published in Chicken Soup for the Soul The Spirit of America, 2016


I stood in my living room and cringed at the sight of the first plane hitting the first of the Twin Towers. I thought, what an horrific accident. I felt terrible for the people on that plane, and for those in the World Trade Center building. I did not realize that the horror had only just begun.
I turned on my car radio on my way to work and listened intently to the reports. Then, I heard that another plane had made impact.

I arrived at school a few minutes later. No one was quite sure what was going on. Teachers were asking one another, "Did you hear about the plane crashes in NY?"
The gravity of the situation -America was under attack- was like a punch in the gut. We all felt winded, worried, and wounded.

My preschool classroom was in the lower level of an inner city middle school. What I remember most is the panicked young man in the hall who shouted at me, "America is at war!"

"Calm down," I said. "Don't jump to conclusions. Nobody knows for sure what's going on. This does not mean WAR."

They insisted they saw it on TV and that military jets were intercepting other planes.

I walked into my classroom, and watched as my students went about their school day, unaware of the attacks, I knew they were okay. My aide, Amy, was capable, so I left her in charge.

I felt compelled to do something patriotic to relieve the mounting tension and confusion the middle school students were feeling, although I was not in charge of any of them. I cut twelve-inch by two-inch strips of red, white and blue construction paper into strips, the kinds  kids use to create paper chains. I did not consult the principal or counselor. I acted on impulse. I visited each classroom and intruded on each classroom teacher. I asked each if might have a moment, then I said, "Nobody knows exactly what is going on. We've all heard rumors and news reports. It's a frightening time for all of us."

 I passed out strips of paper to the students and asked them to write what they were feeling at the moment. Any fears, any words— anything would be acceptable. Some asked about spelling, and some asked if they should sign it.

"If you want to," I said.

I collected more than 200 strips and rolled them into  loops, then I stapled them to the bulletin board in the cafeteria. I read an outpouring of emotional comments. "I am afraid." "I want to kick their behinds." "Bomb them." "Why did this happen?" "What now?" "I want to go home."

I posted one after another, row after row, until an American flag took shape. Some of the comments were laced with misspelled words and profanity; some were smeared with tears. I did not censor. I stapled every single one. I stood back and admired that "feelings flag".

At lunch I stood against the wall and observed teens and preteens, who were usually destructive with bulletin board displays, as they searched for their piece of that flag. I listened to them read their words aloud, owning their emotions, giving voice to their fears and frustrations, initiating conversations.

On that horrible day, when America came under attack, I didn't know if my actions would do any good. It just felt good to do something. 

My friend Tammy said, "With that spontaneous action, you gave children a voice when no one knew what to say."

The bulletin board flag stayed up for more than  a week. Then the strips began disappearing as individuals claimed their sections... and their feelings.


7 comments:

Connie said...

Such a horrible series of events that left us all dumbfounded and speechless. Your friend Tammy was right. You gave those children a way of expressing the horror and terror we were all feeling.

Susan said...

That was such an empowering lesson you did with the children, Linda. I'm sure some will never forget it. That horrible day is seared in our psyches forever, I guess. So many lives lost because of hatred. It's discouraging to think about it, especially in light of what's happening now. We really have to find our own ground and keep fighting for Democracy. Susan

Val said...

Your creativity, ability to think on your feet, and empathy for the kids always amaze me. You had just what they needed that day.

Pat Wahler said...

This was such a frightening day for adults, I can only imagine how it must have made children feel. You came up with a beautiful way for them to express themselves.

Kathy's Klothesline said...

Writing down your feelings is a great way to cope. Makes it real and gives you control. The idea to create a flag was genius! If I saw this idea on a craft site, I would automatically think of you.

Lynn said...

Such an awesome thing you did.

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

What an inspired and brilliant idea, Linda.