Saturday, November 11, 2006

Loving Rome More

This started as an email to my two favorite Air Force wives. I decided it needed a larger audience.

I taught all the English II students yesterday. I taught 190 kids in three class periods. It's sort of the price you pay for spending a month doing nothing but Shakespeare. You get to be the expert.

We're taking all of these kids to a production of Julius Caesar next week. I have more to say about this later, in a loving post about another family member. Today is a different story. What you need to know here is that I used the time to do a quick orientation to the play and to live theatre in general before we took them to see the show.

It wasn't a perfect day by any means. There were kids who expressed how oppressed they were because we're asking them to leave their ipods at home and turn off their cell phones while dressed up and not allowed to leave the auditorium for two hours. I had to address why it's not a good idea to assert that Brutus is a pimp (I instead pointed them to the idea that Marc Antony is more of a pimp). But in every class period, I caught a couple of kids with that vague smile, mouth slightly open, head tilted to the side that indicated that they got it.

Most of them, however, latched onto one idea. All the Senators who conspired to kill Caesar were his friends. They didn't get it. Their entire lives right now are about protecting their friends, how could anyone who is considered honorable ever conspire to murder their friends?

I am not comfortable with murder. I am not comfortable with violence. My job, however, is to illuminate this literature and I will always get chills down my spine when I give the reason for this murder. "Not that I love Caesar less, but that I love Rome more." These men were so committed to the idea of the Republic, of self government, that no relationship mattered more. The kids are starting to get their heads around this idea.

At the end of the day, we gathered in the gym for the Veteran's Day assembly. It occurred to me sitting in that gym that perhaps this event was the perfect closure for my lesson that day. We spent an hour hearing from and honoring men and women who love Rome more.

When a soldier enters the military, the whole family enlists in a sense. This Veteran's Day, I think not only of both of my grandfathers, one of whom made a career in the US Air Force, but I think of my Grandma, aunts and uncles, and (surprise!) my father, who all served their country in countless separations and cross country moves. I think not only of The Crib Chick's Sergeant Rooster, but of her and all those peeps. I think not only of my baby cousin who can't possibly be old enough to be sent to Afghanistan, but of his baby and of my aunt who will raise him while his father is gone.

I cannot fully understand it, but I get a chill when I think of how all of these people love Rome more.

Thank you.

4 comments:

Sandi said...

Thanks, really, for my Veteran's Day column. It was better than the crap in the paper this morning. Feeling this one more this time--Daddy, at barely 18, was one of the youngest to land at D-Day. Talked to Mom this morning--who conveyed my deepest thanks to him (in his recliner) for me. Going home for Turkey next week. Wonderful conspiring with you this summer. Also glad to back in this lovely country with its beautiful plumbing after spending an adventurous month near Mongolia. Hope to catch up with you soon.
Sandi

Anonymous said...

Thank you, that was very well said.

The Crib Chick said...

Aww...that's the best thing I've heard all week.

Actually...it's the best thing I've heard in a very, very long time.

This deserves to be in a newspaper somewhere.

Reiza-Mara said...

A huge thanks from this military wife. Thank you so much for this entry.

I'm in love with Kristin Henderson's book _While They Are At War_.

She has a line in the very beginning which really spoke to me.

A civilian reporter once asked me, "Does it ever bother your husband that you‘re..." He fumbled for the right words. "That you're writing about the wives instead of the real story?" The question itself speaks volumes.
(pg 4)

THANK YOU for being one of the folks out there who not only DOESN'T ask that question, but who recognizes just how asinine that question really is. :-)