QUOTATION OF THE DAY The New York Times Sunday, July 1, 2012
"We don't talk about our parents anymore. Even if we go back, we won't find anybody." HAIDAR MUSA, 14, one of a new wave of "lost boys," young Sudanese refugees fleeing strife in the remote Nuba Mountains.
Because as we feed our narcissim, we are reminded of the world.
"The audience on the lawn at Tanglewood in 1955." Turning the page of the Arts section today--always a day late on finishing Sunday Times, the black and white photo surprises amidst all the color. Eddie, med school student at Cornell introduced to me by Tom, his classmate whom I'd known at Oberlin, invited me to camp out in western Massachusetts so we could attend. Was this the one...did it rain? Did I feel "indomitable" as audiences are described in the article? I recall nothing of the music but know Bach's Orchestral Suite No. 2 would have pleased me.
Wondering if he and I are in the photo (was he as idealistic as a physician as at this olden time?), distracts from my renewed helplessness on learning that there are more lost boys in the Sudan. Why do we think an inspirational documentary signifies the problem is over?
The power of the 2004 PBS film, Lost Boys of Sudan, needs to return, as it did last year, as a reminder of the many varieties of immigrants we have nurtured, our better-American, less navel-gazing selves.