It’s been a year since the horrible masacre in Nickel Mines, PA, when Charles Roberts shot 10 girls in a remote Amish school killing five of them and nearly killing the rest. In the year since this has happened, the school was bulldozed, a new school built down the road and the Amish community has moved on with their lives as best they can. The school will be closed in memory of the day, but that’s about it. And what I find truly, truly facinating about this community though, is not only the fact that there will be no anniversary memorial but that the Amish made a cash donation to Roberts’ widow and children out of the donated funds sent to them from all over the country.

How truly un-American of them.

To think, in this day and age that a people can accept that awful things happen- to everyone– and you can move on with your life. That you can extend sympathy and support to the family of the person who perpetrated this evil upon because you understand it had nothing to do with them, wasn’t their fault and because you realize they are suffering as much as you if not more.

I mean, really, who are these people?

Where are the decals in the back window of the car? The roadside crosses? The special memorial pin you wear for the rest of your freakin’ life showing that you lost somebody (like no one else has)? Where’s the obnoxious candle light memorial with the press and the speakers? Where’s the general lionization of the person you lost who was so special and how no one will ever suffer as you have? 

I was getting coffee today when I heard on the radio of this terrible anniversary and the women in front of me remarked how offended she was that money she sent to the Amish was being given to that “horrible family” and how if more people knew “they’d probably want their money back”.

In a society so hell bent on blame, retribution, and litigation, a society so afraid of death and so incapable of letting go, I, for one, am truly thankful there are people like the Amish community of Nickel Mines who can show us quiet dignity and nearly unbelievable generosity in the face of such loss and sorrow.