It's hard to imagine the roller coaster ride the families in West Virginia have been on in the past few hours. Stop. Think for just a moment, how this could happen.
And, it could. When one wants so desperately to believe in miracles, it's easy to grasp immediately on to any kind of news. A young woman in last night's newscast summed up the mistake, "All I heard them say, is 'We've found the miners!" She said jubilantly. Her comments made me pause for just a second last night before I too gave into the notion that the miners were indeed alive.
I kept searching the crowd that the cameras were panning. Where are the miners? Where are the ambulances? I kept thinking. After an hour there were none, but I like every one else went to bed. Newspaper editors around the country can hardly be blamed for putting the paper to bed, and leaving before the truth was known at 3 a.m. Most people don't understand that a paper can hold for only so long in order for people to get it on their doorstep in the morning.
So this morning - today -- we're hearing accusations. They knew and didn't tell us. They lied. Newspapers lied. They were wrong.
It's going to take a while to understand where communication broke down. I'm sure there will be one person singled out to blame. Lawyers will be called, analysts will analyze, and pundits will criticize, settlements agreed upon. But in the end, the miners will still be gone. Their families left to imagine the pain and fear they must have felt and to pick up the pieces. That's what we all have to do...pick up the pieces.
Liberating Plankton, part 1
5 days ago