“Hope” is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops – at all -And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little Bird-That kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet – never – in Extremity, It asked a crumb – of me.
When I asked my wife which word she wanted to adorn her high school English and journalism classroom, she chose “hope,” and cited the first line from the poem above. Considering that she is busy teaching the next generation of young writers and journalists who will seek the truth from our blossoming government propaganda machine, and hopefully speak truth to power in the process, I would say she chose the right word.
The “journalists” we are most likely to see these days are not interested in the truth so much as they are the ratings that their groveling gets them. The search for truth is more a search for the gold these days. There are those that continue to try and let us know what is really going on, but they are up against a machine that wants only to tell people what they want to hear from whichever camp they are firmly nested within. People that use words like always and never, which don’t actually apply to anything in reality. The news media used to inform us as to the important aspects of life in the country that we needed to know to make intelligent decisions in the voting booth, or in financial matters. Now, the media has become the property of those who need to make their money off of our decisions, and they now use the media to this end. It is for entertainment purposes only.
This generation of high school kids may indeed be our last hope at redeeming our news organizations to their prior status. Otherwise, they may be the last generation that finds it necessary to learn the definition of the word “truth.”