My thoughts on the anniversary of Challenger
Thirty years after the Challenger disaster, what a fourth grader remembers about that morning, and what Christa McAuliffe still stands for.
Thirty years ago this week, on January 28, the Challenger shuttle disintegrated in a disaster that shocked most people in a way that those who were not around to experience it may not fully appreciate. The loss of the shuttle and the first teacher in space, Christa McAuliffe, was more painful than other disasters such as airline crashes. The space shuttle represented the pinnacle of American technology in a time before the internet, when high tech meant big engineering, and when our nation was competing against the Soviet Union for dominance. Christa McAuliffe, chosen out of ten thousand teachers, had an infectious enthusiasm for learning and a hope for the future that seemed to represent the positive essence of 1980s United States. The space shuttle had been marketed as an airliner to space that would open the final frontier to common Americans, and Christa was the first civilian, the first one of us, who was going for the ride. Her personality was magnetic and she captivated us with her journey. My fourth grade teacher had a poster of her in our classroom.
I first learned of the disaster when my teacher walked into the room in tears. She said she had some sad news, and told us, with the deliberate sensitivity with which one announces death to children, that the space shuttle had exploded and the Teacher in Space had died. As a nine year old I tried to comprehend what I had been told. But I knew my teacher was hurt because another teacher, one of her own, had died. Later we watched the explosion on TV. The sky was a clear brilliant blue up to which the shuttle's cotton white exhaust climbed like a Greek column. The white column climbed and climbed like Jack's beanstalk and then crumbled in an eerie silent tangerine colored puff. That puff was hard to watch because we witnessed the instant loss of Christa and the crew. In a broader sense it represented the crumbling of some of the hope that was part of the 80s.
Even after all these years Christa's energy reminds me how central education, teachers, and technology are to building a hopeful future. I think of her and am reminded of how wonderful my children's teachers are. I think of her journey into space and am inspired to use technology for a better future. I think of how my teachers nurtured my happy childhood in the 80s. I am reminded how much I respect and am humbled by my friends who are teachers or professors.
If you haven't yet, watch Christa talk on YouTube. See if you're inspired as others were.
Originally posted on LinkedIn.
