After I posted Ted Kennedy Is Fighting For Life. And It Is Not A Bullet... , I have received a number of comments form both Ted Kennedy's admirers and critics.
I usually respond to each comment, but I couldn't do it this time.
When I wrote this post, I reacted to the news, but I did not know much about this man, his ups and downs, achievements and failures, loves and hatreds. Headlines in the Soviet press were not a trustful source. And even if I knew, it would be an act of incredible arrogance for me to judge him. I am here not to preach, but to listen. Today I am a student of American life, and you are my teachers.
I had high hopes that the comments would be civil, and, thankfully, they were. They show that no matter how differently we see the events, people, their legacy, we can handle it and not slip into vengeful rhetoric. It did not happen and it shows that we are better humans than we sometimes think.
For me, as immigrant, this was a lesson in civility. I am grateful for it.