When good things happen, I am the first to cheer. If it is your birthday or blogiversary, you got married or your child is born, if you got a promotion on a job or published a paper - you know I am the first one to post a comment on your blog, perhaps post about it here...
But when the news are bad, I just clam up. I dont' know what to say. I have no idea how many times over the past few days (and months, really) I wanted to post a comment on Chris Clarke's blog, to say something about Zeke. A couple of times I started writing, just to hate what I wrote (too sad, too cheerful, too condescending, too emotionless, too emotional...) and never hit "Post". While my eyes were welling from Chris' words.
Likewise, I never said anything about the death of Molly Ivins. I usually have an easy time grieving over public people's deaths, but for me Molly was much more...dunno, closer? Intimate? I felt like I knew her personally although I never met her in person. I only read her op-eds. I read "Bushwacked" (still a must-read - the title is deceiving as the book is a well-documented account of the way Bush Administration places GOP party hacks in positions of power in various Federal departments, eliminating ombudsmen, removing any venues for complaint or redress by the litle man and giving the mega-corporaitons the run of the country). That's it. Yet, the news of her death really hit me personally.
But I don't know what to say and how to say it.
Comments
There with ya, Bora.
Posted by: Chris Clarke | February 2, 2007 2:40 PM
In a world rife with ironic detachment, Molly was a true hero who called it like it was.
She was the very embodiment of Truman's "I never give them hell. I just tell the truth and they think it's hell".
There are a lot of people out there that feel just like you.
Posted by: Mike Kaspari | February 2, 2007 3:11 PM