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I used to fear the dark. Some nights, when I was little, I'd fall asleep reading on the couch downstairs, only to wake up a few hours later and find that night had fallen. I'd jolt awake, snap my head left and right, trying to make out the room, and take the stairs by two, not daring to look behind me for fear of what the darkness might hold.
Thirty-three percent of American eighth graders think that Canada is ruled by a dictator. There are countless damning statistics about the American education system, but this finding from the 2014 National Assessment of Educational Progress report stands out in particular because it reveals a larger ignorance: we Americans know so little about our northern neighbor. Canada occupies, at best, a marginal place in the American mind.
Out of America’s founding documents, the Declaration of Independence, is the most eminently quotable; a 2003 poll also revealed it to be the American people’s favorite document. The Bill of Rights, meanwhile, maintains a cherished place in many an American heart with its enshrinement of freedom of speech and freedom of conscience, the right to bear arms, protections against unfair courtroom proceedings and prohibition of cruel and unusual punishment. But the Constitution itself, from the Preamble to Article VII, seems to occupy a less familiar place in the American mind.
I had never seen my teacher look so anxious. With the click of a remote, she had managed to do in an instant what usually took her a minute of hushing and shushing: silence her rowdy kindergarten class. We sat criss-cross applesauce, staring up at the television, completely transfixed by what we saw. None of us knew what to make of the image: a boxy skyscraper with a tall white antenna, largely uninteresting save for a wide black gash that billowed ashen-gray smoke into the New York morning.
