I’d like to tell you a story about immigration. Ancestry (dot) com came around a few years ago and was something I was immediately intrigued by. To dig into your own history was something that seemed massively tantalizing. I filled out what I knew of my family trees and I texted and called Grandparents to help fill in more. I was interested in finding out how the people and stories had traveled through history to where I sit and type today.
On September 11th, 2001 I got dressed early in the clothes I’d laid out on the floor the night before because I was still dealing with a healthy dose of anxiety about having just begun the 7th grade. I recall hearing my mom upstairs in the kitchen and I remember making cereal while she rushed around the house, busily getting ready for another Tuesday with three school age kids. I remember us both half-paying attention to whatever morning news show was on as the host broke in with a report that a tower had been hit by a plane in New York City. As confusion began to settle in we both stopped what we were doing and we sat there at the kitchen table and watched on that small TV that hung in the corner of the room as another plane went crashing into the other Twin Tower.
As I signed my name on the ‘Locker Cleanout List’, I remember thinking to myself; I suppose I won’t see my friends for some time. By this time, school had been closed for a couple of weeks. A virus had appeared in our country and spread to my community a month prior and now we all had to finish the school year at home. Of course, unannounced interruptions to education were something that my generation had become accustomed to by this point.
If the news out of Arizona regarding basketball coach Sean Miller surprised you this weekend, you haven’t been paying attention. College athletics are magnificent in their awesome camaraderie and regarded as a cornerstone of the American College experience. They are also magnificent in their malignant corruption and a model of antiquity in a modern world. While you’d like to believe that the heart of the NCAA has good intentions, after 2018, it may be hard to continue convincing people of that.