Amid the silence,
the sound of
breathing again
Commentary by ADAM TANOUS
Who, but for the parents of Elizabeth
Smart, was not stunned by the news a week ago that the young Salt Lake City girl
had been found alive and apparently well? The girl had been abducted from her
bedroom in the middle of the night nine months ago, literally and metaphorically
a lifetime.
We were stunned because we’ve come to
expect depravity and a grim end to such stories. Smart’s abduction followed
those of Danielle van Dam, 7, and Samantha Runnion, 5, both of whom were later
found murdered. And there were others. It was a summer when parents truly feared
the madness of the world.
The news was stunning in the larger
context of world affairs as well. The finding of the Smart girl was a crack of
light in an otherwise darkening time. Even an inherently optimistic nation is
being tried by all that is before us. We seem to be on an inexorable path to war
in Iraq. The threat of an unpredictable and nuclear North Korea looms. Terrorism
is part of the fabric of our lives now. The economy is sputtering with huge
budget deficits on the way. AIDS is exploding in India, Russia and Africa—an
explosion that not only will decimate populations but also will threaten our
economic and political security. The relentless nature of these events, the very
weight of them, wears on us.
So the good news—one girl retrieved from a
perilous situation—lifted us for a day or two. Of course, the purity of the
story was quickly tarnished by the inevitable questions raised by the media and
others: Was she sexually assaulted? Was she running away? Was she
"brainwashed"—in whatever manner—as her father is convinced?
Undoubtedly the story is strange and
getting stranger. There were times the girl was camping 4 miles from her home.
She attended a party in her own neighborhood. Dressed in flowing robe and veil,
Smart was walking among an army of people looking for her. Posters of her were
in coffee shops where she ate breakfast.
We wonder: How could this be? How could
someone with such a high profile, in such an unusual garb, escape our notice for
so long? We may be dismayed by this fact, especially considering the hundreds of
terrorists reportedly living in the U.S. But we might also find some solace in
the anonymity we allow for in our society. It is in a sense a measure of an open
culture.
Despite its oddities, the story of
Elizabeth Smart resonates with us because it serves as a foil to the
undercurrent of unease out there. There are many who blame the media for the
dour mood the country is in. They keep foisting negative news on us; little time
is given to the "happy" stories like this—or so the argument goes.
The response to this criticism is that we
are in a time that is truly different and more dangerous than anytime in our
history. The old-timers say that’s malarkey; history is cyclical. This is no
worse than anything that’s come before.
I disagree for this reason: The dangers we
face now—an explosive AIDS epidemic, the prevalence of terrorism, the existence
of biological weapons, environmental degradation—are all dangers without
borders. They are not confined to a given nation state. They are dispersed,
global dangers that can only be addressed by nations acting in concert. The
problem is that the world, especially the U.S., doesn’t seem ready to approach
problems from a global perspective. We are still in the 20th century,
nation-state mode.
And so, as much as we want to escape the
bad news, there is also no greater time to stay engaged in it.
David Halberstam, at last year’s Sun
Valley Writers’ Conference, made a statement to the effect that good "news
editors are those that can balance what the public needs to know with what it
wants to know." As I see it, what we "need" to know is all that informs our
political decisions and, therefore, the course of our future. All that we "want"
to know informs the meaning of our lives. Both are indispensable to a thriving
democracy.
There are times, though, when what we want
to know—all those stories of hope—becomes what we desperately need to know.
Hope can be as illusive as it is subtle.
Take last week, for example. There was the return of a girl. Then came a report
of how anti-smoking education in Mississippi schools was found to be having a
dramatic effect on the smoking rates of teens and preteens. And lastly, there
was an experimental surgery performed on Christopher Reeve—paralyzed from the
neck down—that miraculously, allowed him to breathe on his own for 15 minutes at
a time. He was suddenly able to smell coffee, an orange and a chocolate-chip
cookie, for the first time since his horse-riding accident eight years ago. And
then after all the fanfare of the moment died down, he asked to have his
ventilator machine turned off—even if only for 15 minutes. In the silence Reeve
could once again hear the sound of his own breathing. It was and is to
experience life in the simplest and most profound of terms: to feel sensually
that you are alive, an individual in this world. This is hope in our midst.
And so, as the bad news bombards us we
might remember two things. First, that we have to face that bad news head on,
despite our inclination to avoid it. Living in a democracy, we are not allowed
the luxury of ignorance. Second, that we must seek out and treasure the stories
of hope sometimes overlooked in the process.
As we launch into a possible second Gulf
War, or the next one, or as we scour populations and cultures in search of
malevolence, we should keep in mind what it’s all for. In the end, all we really
want is for a young girl to come home, for her and all those like her to have a
chance to splash about in the sunshine for a while. In one sense, it’s not much
to ask. In another, it’s everything.