{"id":83,"date":"2005-05-04T11:56:52","date_gmt":"2005-05-04T15:56:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/05\/04\/through-the-eyes-of-a-child\/"},"modified":"2005-05-04T11:56:52","modified_gmt":"2005-05-04T15:56:52","slug":"through-the-eyes-of-a-child","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/05\/04\/through-the-eyes-of-a-child\/","title":{"rendered":"Through the Eyes of a Child"},"content":{"rendered":"

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I got together with my friend, Heath, for dinner on Monday night. We went to his condo which is on the penthouse level of his building. We were sitting on his roof deck chatting and watching the skyline when he noticed black smoke rising from a building down the street. We couldn’t see flames (because the actual burning structure was blocked by another building), but the smoke was intense. Within a few minutes we heard sirens coming from every direction.<\/P>
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And what was our reation? We ran for the elevator then decided to investigate the action. After walking a few blocks, we came upon the fire scene. It was a typical South End building at the corner of Blackstone Square: a brick townhouse about 4 floors tall. All of the windows were blown out (or busted out by firemen). You could see inside the windows that everything was pitch black (charred and smokey). All we could think about was the poor people that lived there. <\/P>
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Witnesses to the actual fire (we saw no flames) said the fire department had to rescue people from the roof. As we watched, there was still smoke filtering out the windows of the neighboring townhouse. Scary.<\/P>
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There were at least 6 fire trucks, numerous ambulances and other “official” vehicles around this corner of the park. In fact, some of the smaller vehicles were actually in the park on the grass. An enormous crowd had gathered and the whole scene felt like a movie set. It was so surreal.<\/P>
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I wonder what it is with human nature that lures us to such umpleasant events? I recall as a child our small village had a volunteer fire department. They were notified of fire by an enormous whistle (actually, it was more of a siren) that was loud enough to be heard throughout the whole community. It also went off every day at noon…hence we called it the noon whistle. But if it ever went off at another time of day, we all had the same reaction: we’d listen for the fire trucks and want to explore. <\/P>
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It’s the same response children have when they hear kids yell “Fight. Fight. Fight” in the cafeteria: they all run and crowd gathers around two boys fighting. Why, as adults, are we still drawn to observe the misery of others? Does it make us feel better about ourselves (“at least it wasn’t me), are we concerned (“oh, the poor people”) or are we just all voyeurs tittilated by something we’re not used to seeing?<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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