The Question I Never Thought I'd Answer

On the Fourth of July, I taught my classes about American history, American folk tales, and American music. The Fijian education system does the best they can, but often the students perception of world history is minimal. Although, you could say the same thing about American students. I've enjoyed learning about the Fijian government, Fijian history, British imperialism, British Colonization, and Fijian music. I thought it might be fun, to share some of these same parts of American history because my students often have never heard of things like the American Civil War, the mistreatment of Native Americans or the story of Paul Revere.

Imagine my surprise when at the end of class, one of my year nine (this is equivalent to US eighth grade) students asked me, "Madam, can you please tell us about 9/11."

I get asked all sorts of questions in class... teaching reproductive health has taught me to never be surprised at anything, but this shocked me. I was impressed! I realized I had made a snap judgement that these students know nothing about world history and I was completely wrong.

After I stood there for a few minutes processing the question, I began to share my story. Ironically, I was in eighth grade when 9/11 hit. My mother was supposed to be traveling. I remember they waited until the end of classes and I was in English. I even remember the lesson that we were being taught. I remember watching people fall out of buildings; I've realized over the years that they have edited this stuff out of the replays. I will never forget that feeling. I told them that my experience with 9/11 will probably be similar to their experience with Cyclone Winston. They'll never forget.

But, when explaining this I realized a few things. Just like everywhere else in the world, there are some prejudices between races and cultures. How do you explain the idea of "Islamic Terrorists," when they aren't technically even Islamic. Or even labeling them "Islamic Terrorists..." Am I reinforcing existing stereotypes? I made sure to explain that while, at the time, those were the words that were used, we know now, that those people are extremists. In the same cult-like status of Westboro Baptist and the KKK. This led to a great discussion on stereotypes and being careful with our words.

I also realized how thankful I am to my parents for not censoring that moment. I was only 13 years old. It was tragic and traumatic to view, but it was real. They did not sugar coat it and answered my questions.

If anyone out there teaches 13 and 14 year olds, then you know that sitting still and silently is an unimaginable feat for them... But they were silent. They listened. They did not tease me about my culture and they were very respectful. I realized that I can use a tragic and terrifying moment of American history to teach tolerance, acceptance and peace. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that they were able to handle it, after all, they were the same age that I had been.

I think I may have gotten more out of that lesson than they did. We will never forget.