Last week our school practiced the “Lockdown” drill. Kids were scared. I was scared. Everyone in the building hated that we had to do it.
But everyone pretended that knowing how to lock the door and turn off the lights might magically keep us safe if the worst ever happened.
It wouldn’t it. Nothing we could do could keep us safe if the worst happened. And we all know that.
I wrote this post two years ago today, when I got home from school after learning about Sandy Hook. I’m reposting it today because every single word of it is still true, and still what I feel.
We can’t lock our children in classrooms to keep them safe. We can’t legislate sanity or cure mental illness. We can’t eliminate anger and bitterness and obsessive hatred. There is really only one logical answer, and no one wants to admit it.
Please read the words of a sad, angry, very frightened teacher, written through tears on the night of the Newtown massacre.