Man-made rock decoration - “A pile of rocks ceases to be a rock when somebody contemplates it with the idea of a cathedral in mind.”What can one person possibly do in this large world? How can one person or one small group accomplish anything significant to help bring people together in understanding and peace? Listen to this true and moving story.
In 1998 deputy principal and football coach David Smith, at Whitwell Middle School (Whitwell, Tennessee) attended a teacher training course in nearby Chattanooga. He came back and proposed that an after-school course on the Holocaust be offered at the school. This -- in a school with hardly any ethnic and no Jewish students.
English and social sciences teacher Sandra Roberts was selected to teach, and in October, 1998 she held the first session. She began by reading aloud from Anne Frank's DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL and Elie Wiesel's NIGHT. She read aloud because most of the students could not afford to buy books.
What gripped the eighth graders most as the course progressed was the sheer number of Jews put to death by the Third Reich. Six million. They could hardly fathom such an immense figure.
One day, Roberts was explaining to the class that some compassionate people in 1940s Europe stood up for the Jews. After the Nazis invaded Norway, many courageous Norwegians expressed solidarity with their Jewish fellow citizens by pinning ordinary paper clips to their lapels, as Jews were forced to wear a Star of David on theirs.
Then someone had the idea to collect six million paper clips to represent the six million Holocaust victims. The idea caught on, and the students began bringing in paper clips ... from home, from aunts and uncles and friends. They set up a Web page (you may visit http://www.whitwellmiddleschool.org/ to learn more). A few weeks later, the first letter arrived -- then others. Many contained paper clips. By the end of the school year, the group had assembled 100,000 clips. But it occurred to the teachers that collecting six million paper clips at that rate would take a lifetime.
The group's activities spilled over from Roberts' classroom. Soon it was called the Holocaust Project. Across the hall, students created a concentration camp simulation with paper cutouts of themselves pasted on the wall. Chicken wire stretched across the wall to represent electrified fences. Wire mesh was hung with shoes to represent the millions of shoes the victims left behind when they were marched to death chambers. And they reenacted the "walk" to give students at least an inkling of what people must have felt when Nazi guards marched them off to camps.
Meanwhile, the paper clip counting continued. Students gathered for their Wednesday meeting, each wearing the group's polo shirt emblazoned: "Changing the World, One Clip at a Time." All sorts of clips arrived -- silver and bronze colored clips, colorful plastic- coated clips, small clips, large clips, round clips, triangular clips and even clips fashioned from wood. The students filed all the letters they received in ring binders.
They obtained an authentic German railroad car from the 1940s, one that may have actually transported victims to camps. The car was to be turned into a museum to house all the paper clips (tens of millions have already arrived), as well as to display the many letters received from around the world.
When the project is finally completed, for generations of Whitwell eighth graders, a paper clip will never again be just a paper clip. Instead, it will carry a message of perseverance, empathy, tolerance and understanding. One student put it like this: "Now, when I see someone, I think before I speak, I think before I act and I think before I judge."
Can one person, or one small group, truly do anything to help bring humanity together in understanding and peace? Just ask the students at Whitwell and all of those around the world who are helping them to collect paper clips!
From Lifesupport.
Lifesigns Life Quotes
1 comment:
I remember this on the news. It was pretty amazing project for school kids. As far as the difference one person can make; I think little opportunities are presented to us all the time. The manner in which we deal with other people in our daily lives can make more of a difference than we are capable of knowing.
I had an odd experience recently. A woman and her child were ahead of me in line at the store. She was paying for her items with some sort of welfare food checks. Her checks came to $2.12 short of what she needed and she and the clerk got into it.
The clerk was a young girl. She screamed at the customer that she couldn’t just give her the items. The woman raged back at the clerk attacking her personally. All of us standing in line stood spell bound with the growing scene.
I reached in my purse, took out $2.12 and put it on the counter. The argument ceased and silence fell. The woman thanked me and rushed off with her purchases. With an angry tone, the clerk said to me, “I couldn’t just give her the items? She didn’t have the money.”
I said, “I absolutely understand. But I did have the money.”
As I walked out of the store, I knew they’d both would think about it when they went home. They’d replay the scene in their minds: every word and reaction. They’d have to find some place to put what occurred in their logic. And more important, it would effect how they dealt with people in future.
Post a Comment