As a kid, I sensed history going on all around me, but the basic thrust of it didn't move me.
What could be more lonely than to be enveloped in silence, to be the last of your people to speak your native tongue, to have no way to pass on the wisdom of the elders, to anticipate the promise of the children. This tragic fate is indeed the plight of someone somewhere roughly every two weeks.
In a rational society we would want our presidents to be teachers. In our actual society we insist they be cheerleaders.

