propriety remind us
of how things were once
In an article about the Obama Autobiography, David Olusoga writes in the Guardian that:
“After a presidency like no other, after a corrosively acrimonious election and in the midst of a transition still being obstructed by the incumbent, Obama seems almost like a time-travelling visitor from an earlier age, a man whose antiquated customs and old-fashioned sense of propriety remind us of how things were once done and how far we have wandered.
The Obama of 2020 speaks, at times, with a slight tone of controlled exasperation. He has the air of a disappointed parent surveying the damage wreaked by a raucous teenage party that took place while he was out of town.”
Good gosh, what more needs to said?
Let the after party clean up begin.
I am reminded of a time when my brother, beyond all real reason and counsel not too, took the job as ‘Interim High School Principal’ at the school where he taught.
I mean, who and I mean WHO would volunteer for such a job?
While he held the office there was some senior prank and kids got caught in the act.
My brother had to deal with the situation.
Part of the situation he had to deal with was angry parents who were angry that anyone thought that anyone would be angry over what their kids had done.
Kids will be kids.
Just get over it.
No one got hurt.
No one died.
As I remember it the conversations my brother had to endure went on far longer and caused more angst admittedly than any ‘penal process’ could hope to deliver in the way of penance.
But my brother stuck in his guns.
In the end the kids in question were told they would spend a Saturday scraping, sanding and painting the old bleaches that lined the school’s baseball field.
In a show of solidarity and maybe defiance, most of those kids parents came along and worked with their kids to show my brother up.
In the end the bleachers were painted.
The kids lost a Sautrday.
So did the parents.
Somehow, though maybe those parents didn’t agree, I felt justice was served.