If I were inclined to frighten the parents of school-age
kids in my small town of 11,XXX people, here is how I would do it. I would hire
a deaf man around sixty years old, and ask him to walk in the
woods—specifically on trails near an elementary school. Then I would alert the
school superintendent. Who would then send out a note that looks like this:
“Yesterday an employee
working near the Town pool noticed an individual on one of the wooded trails.
He called out to him, but the person believed to be in his sixties casually
left the area. Out of an abundance of caution, the Weston Police were notified.
People being in that area walking dogs is a usual occurrence [sic]. However,
the police searched the area, but were unable to locate the person. They have
stepped up patrols of the area.
Our ongoing safety and
security protocols of locked doorways, camera usage and adult supervision of
children will continue. In addition all faculty and staff have been informed
and will be carefully monitoring school grounds. Both the Weston Public Schools
and the Weston Police ask the public to notify us of any suspicious activity
around our schools or in the Town.”
This is, in fact, the email I got from the schools
superintendent at 11:15 am yesterday morning. I admit that I was not too
worried about it. I didn’t think that it met the qualifications for me to panic
and head down to school to search for people in the woods. Heck, I walk in the
woods every single day—given my woods are in Lincoln and not near a school; I
simply didn’t worry. I forwarded the note to BH and we laughed about it a
bit.
Before you get on me about all the school shootings in the
US and why we need to be vigilant, I know. If you are a personal friend, you
know the number of times I post stories from Moms for Gun Sense in America
about the ridiculous gun laws in this country. If you know me from São Paulo,
you know that I have blogged about security and how to be vigilant in every day
life in a city of 11 million people with crime rate statistics “rather” larger
than ours in metrowest Boston. So I don’t take threats lightly. I just didn’t
think this was a threat. I did however enjoy the term “out of an abundance of
caution.” Indeed.
But my nonchalance fled with the next email. At 12:05 pm, I received an updated email from
the superintendent with the following message:
"This is an update on a
message I sent earlier today. Using footage from our security cameras, the
Weston Police have identified the individual observed yesterday behind the town
pool. He is a deaf resident of the [Deleted for Privacy], who routinely takes
walks throughout the town. He will be advised to refrain from walking on or
near playgrounds during the school year. I want to thank the Weston Police
Department for their prompt response and cooperation. We are very pleased that
this concern was resolved so quickly."
So, we sent our police force after an older deaf man who
likes to walk in the woods near his apartment, minding his own business,
because he was near the playground of a school.
And told him not to walk in those particular woods, even though he has
been identified as being “harmless”.
This is sad, folks. Are we so scarred from Newtown that we
cannot have a community that walks in the woods? Are we not trampling the civil
rights of a man who had not done any harm—whose only error was being deaf and
therefore did not respond to someone hailing him from behind? Should we now look at any solitary woods
walker as a potential threat? Would a
deaf woman walking in the woods near a school be in the same position of having
police advising her to stop walking in the woods? If he were walking a dog, would he be okay to
go?
I am in favor of keeping my school kids safe, but not at the
risk of civil liberties. If that woods trail is closed during school hours, it
is closed to everyone. Not just deaf men. And all it takes now is one
overreacting mom or dad to tell her kid
not to play near the woods because there is danger there to start a ball
rolling that I don’t want. The woods are
full of delights—at this time, it is
vernal pools, spring peepers, crackling leaves, bird songs, filtered sunlight
and a child’s imagination. Do not make it about danger. We have time for that
later.
I moved to Weston for many reasons. Hysteria over people in
the woods is not one of them. And if
that deaf man wants a companion on his woods walks in the future so as not to
be confused as a bad guy, Coal and I are available.
UPDATE 4/30/15. I contacted the Council on Aging to see if I could help with this walker and this is the response I got. The man is apparently NOT deaf but does not speak English:
Thank you for reaching out in such a compassionate way. We are working with the [senior center] management and the Weston PD on the issue with the walker - while I understand he's not deaf, he apparently speaks no English. Either way the school protocol is going to be communicated to him to ensure his ability to keep walking while respecting the schools' safety procedures. Our social workers will also reach out to him and his family to see what other supports may be needed.
UPDATE 4/30/15. I contacted the Council on Aging to see if I could help with this walker and this is the response I got. The man is apparently NOT deaf but does not speak English:
Thank you for reaching out in such a compassionate way. We are working with the [senior center] management and the Weston PD on the issue with the walker - while I understand he's not deaf, he apparently speaks no English. Either way the school protocol is going to be communicated to him to ensure his ability to keep walking while respecting the schools' safety procedures. Our social workers will also reach out to him and his family to see what other supports may be needed.
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And from my title, a chance to visit one of my favorite poets, Robert Frost:
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
