I am a very good spier.
That’s because I have sneaky feet and my nose doesn’t whistle when I breathe.
from: Junie B. Jones and Some Sneaky Peeky Spying
by Barbara Park
llustrated by Denise Brunkus
Random House, 1994
I don’t like to put the light on first thing in the morning. I can find my phone, my book and my glasses (even though they’re pretty useless in the dark) because I know where I put them at night. I walk out to the kitchen, turn on the coffee and head downstairs to the cat boxes. That’s when I finally turn on the light.
Rooting around for something in the dark is different. That’s like spying and spying sounds sneaky. Like SURPRISE! Grandpa takes out all his teeth every night! and wanting to hide in the clothes hamper to find out more.
Spying has a lot to do with secrets, but not everything.
So what do we do with the big spying going on at the highest levels of government? On one hand, I remind myself of Dad’s line, “Let them spy. I don’t have anything to hide.” But that was the ‘70s. The Nixon era seems almost frivolous, almost innocuous now. Those spies wanted to win an election, too, but it was us against us.
On the other hand, this current spying has not so much to do with secrets and so very much to do with trust. If another country, or people in power in our own country, can cast doubt about the truth of the workings of our democracy, trust will be surely destroyed.
It’s getting harder and harder to make sense out of my little corner of the world. Harder and harder to trust that all’s well. Harder and harder to stand up for what I know is right.
I need my rose-colored glasses. I’m sure I can find them in the dark. --stay curious!