I saw a link to this blog entry the other day. I think the guy is on to something. Let me know what you think... (this is my first attempt to link to something, so let's hope it works...)
I have been watching the Kony 2012 movement unfold over the last few days--in my school, on my Facebook page, and in newspaper articles. After reading articles on both sides, looking at the research they cite, and putting on my best debate judge hat, here's what I think: 1. My experience in Rwanda this summer--visiting the genocide memorial/museum, talking to victims of the genocide, and talking to those that have been using US funding to put things back together--tells me that this idea that Africans want whites to stay away and let them solve their own problems isn't always true. While I am sure there are tons of times that we have stepped in before we were wanted and there are plenty of organizations that have the best of intentions but aren't really helpful, the message I received at the museum is that the Rwandan people are still dismayed at the lack of international help they received in a time of crisis. It was clear that what was going on needed outside attention...
I have been thinking about hope lately. How hope is defined, how we find hope, and who can really offer us hope. I came into my local coffee house today to find they were selling "inauguration" cookies. The lovely cookies had one word written on them--hope. This has become a word strangely synonymous with our soon-to-be president, and I'm not totally sure how I feel about that. On one hand, I think it is good to hope--good to hope that things can and will get better. Good to hope that people really can make a difference. Good to hope that traditions, mindsets, obstacles can change. I find it a good thing to hope for all of these. But I also worry about hope. Worry that sometimes we put all of our hope in people, circumstances, words. I'm not sure that something as powerful and vital as hope can be managed by something as small as a person. Or even a group of people. Partly I think this because hopes are so easily dashed and regaining hope is so hard. So ...
This is by far my most memorable inauguration. The wonderful people at my parents' congressman's office set me up with two tickets to the inauguration. I invited my friend Todd (the biggest Obama fan I knew). Here is my picture book of the last few days. I went on Monday to pick up my tickets. It was a peaceful experience for the most part. The metro stop was a bit crazy. It was actually so crazy that the metro person finally just started letting us all go without using our cards to make it go faster. You can't really tell how packed it was... I got to the house office buildings to find quite a bit of a line. I called up to the congressman's office to make sure I was in the right place. The awesomely kind person who answered the phone (aka my hero of the day...) offered to bring my tickets to me. I think this saved me approximately 3 hours of waiting to get in. (Someone said that the news reported a 3 hour wait to get tickets.) AWESOME!!! I was ecstatic ...
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