Things Better Left Unsaid #247: talking to kids about torture at the dinner table

So last night we’re having dinner (me, MG, Jay, and my 2 daughters Helena-7 and Lily-4) and Martha’s cell comes up.  She is thinking about what to talk about next week (Tues night in Fishtown at Lindsay Mae’s house) since they are doing a sort of short series on world events and justice issues.  She brainstorms Guantanamo Bay.

That’s where I come in.

Things Better Left Unsaid #247:  Talking to kids about torture at the dinner table.

JGrace:  “yeah, that’s a good one.  where are you going with it?”

MG:  “learning more about what goes on there and why.  It’s been in the news lately.”

JGrace:  “yeah, isn’t Bush going to pardon all those who have anything to do with organizing it?  Including himself?”

MG:  “that’d be a good idea.”

JGrace:  “yeah.  the people behind Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo are connected.  We have that book upstairs that might be helpful.  It talks about water boarding and stuff.  You know [children really interested at this point], they strap a dude down and throw a towel over his face and then start…

MG: [interrupting] uuhhhhhh…maybe not right now?”

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yeah.  good call, honey.   but that El-P video for Smithereens is pretty good.

homeward bound

After my cell meeting I was pondering how much I can be part of something so huge and beautiful, yet feel it spoiled for a moment by a small problem.  I posted a poem about it at the sieve and the sand.

I’m glad Jesus leads me outside my own head.  Just because there is a hard moment, or even a hard relationship-kind of like a leak in the boat-it’s going to be okay.  We’re on a big ship, and we’re not only floating on water but getting blown in the right direction.  Leaks will happen-watch out for friggin icebergs!