“I know
it's impossible for you to see your peers this way, but when you're older, you
start to see them--the bad kids and the good kids and all kids--as people.
They're just people, who deserve to be cared for.” ― Paper Towns
I read this amazing thing a journalist wrote about paper trails. The
idea was that we are all leaving trails - birth certificates, identity cards,
school certificates, district records, college applications, university letters
of acceptances or rejections, postcards, certificates to announce your marriage
and everything else. Someday an obituary, perhaps. That idea is scary of course
but for journalism it's supposed to be this cool way of remembering history,
people, and what happened where.
I was born in London,
Ontario. My birth certificate tells you that. It cant tell you that the only
place I've ever called home is Karachi. But it can give you something to start
with. You can humanize me, understand me, and perhaps someday see yourself in me.
Sometimes people leave trails they
don't intend on leaving. Some "journalists" rummage through bins belonging to popular
writers - I'm thinking of you, Jo - and try to figure out what story they can
break from that crumpled paper and discarded material.
The papers that document are lives are ones that you learn to
appreciate the older you grow. You leave these trails and you worry about
you'll be tracked down and given little privacy. On the flip side, you're able
to figure out the way back to where you started from.
In class we were assigned
a task to write a story that uses a document as a primary source. Mine is on
the ACLU vs Clapper case where basically people who represent civil liberties
organisations are suing NSA. With stories like these, finding human
sources is hard. Not everyone is comfortable speaking on record. Those who are
ok with doing so are usually from that community of activists who have just
stopped caring about making those in power uncomfortable. Either that, or they
somehow feel protected by the community they are part of. That at least these
people will make noise if they are missing, being threatened, attacked,
vilified, or killed.
"Here's
what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked
paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how
fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a
paper town. I mean, look at it, Q: look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets
that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All
those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay
warm."― Paper Towns
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