Stories to Share

Tomorrow we will show our children blurry footage on ipads and listen to the, " I Have A Dream" speech. When Martin Luther King comes to the line, "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today! " We will try to have that heart of the speech resonate to this next generation. Teaching history to our sons and daughters requires talking about darkness as well as light. The darkness seeps in slowly if you can help it. The light is confusing without context.

This coming week I go to Poland as chief photographer for an event bringing most of the Knesset from Israel, Ellie Wiesel, Andrea Bocelli, and many of the remaining survivors to Auschwitz and Birkenau. It is all the dream of my friend Jonny Daniels who organized everything under the umbrella of I have been to the camps before. It always changes you. You want to be alone with the ghosts and your prayers. The dirt, the trees, the flowers. Everything that makes that hallowed ground normal stops you in your tracks. You imagine it always dark and cold, yet the last time I was there the sun shone. The artifacts are incomprehensible as you press your face up against the glass and weep. Our job is to figure out a way to teach our children history, and this event is the beginning of that incredible responsibility once those who survived are gone. We were discussing last night how next monday when I am walking on that sacred earth outside of Krakow, our kids will be walking to school. Playing soccer in the playground. Lining up at the bell. I will be gathering stories to share once the light goes out before sleep comes.