About a week and a half ago, my phone rang. So I answered it.
It happened to be the English department at Cabot High School. I’m going to assume that you don’t know what Cabot High School is or why I would be excited about this, so I’ll tell you.
When I first left town to begin working on the LRA, I really wanted to get my part of the state involved in seeing this conflict come to an end. Not because this movement needs them. Not really.
I mean, in a roundabout way, it does. But, when you’ve rallied the whole entire world around this issue, what does a little school in the woods in Arkansas really have to offer?
But there’s something to be said for the transformation that happens in the mind of a ninth grader who’s never been asked to care about something so big, something so far away. She begins to believe that, as a matter of fact, she can do…it. Whatever “it” is. These kids come alive, and I’ve seen it over and over and over, and that’s what I want for my community. Continue reading
