If I want to understand people in the past, I want to know how they thought and felt. I can imagine that much more easily with Jeanne and with the migrant farm boy. I was, of course, a kid like them at one point, and while I was never interned or forced to work in the fields, I still can feel what they are feeling. Their experiences make sense to me. On the other hand, I didn’t really feel much of anything when reading the “Strawberry Fields.” I don’t doubt that he talked to real people, and that he tried to communicate as best he could. But the author of that piece, Erik Shlocher, has to talk in third person—‘they’ instead of ‘I’. That’s just not that easy to get involved
If I want to understand people in the past, I want to know how they thought and felt. I can imagine that much more easily with Jeanne and with the migrant farm boy. I was, of course, a kid like them at one point, and while I was never interned or forced to work in the fields, I still can feel what they are feeling. Their experiences make sense to me. On the other hand, I didn’t really feel much of anything when reading the “Strawberry Fields.” I don’t doubt that he talked to real people, and that he tried to communicate as best he could. But the author of that piece, Erik Shlocher, has to talk in third person—‘they’ instead of ‘I’. That’s just not that easy to get involved