Today my alma mater, Marist High School closed its doors forever.
To say Marist has meant the world to me is an understatement.
High school was simultaneously the best and most difficult time of my life. Trying to figure yourself out, trying to navigate relationships, discovering and realizing your passions, and most of all building a spiritual connection to our creator. I got all of it from that building.
It’s very disheartening to see it shut down when I know it was utterly possible to keep it open. The Catholic church is one of the richest entities in the world, and yet, parishes and schools are closing all over America yet, gold cups and robes are in the Vatican.
George R.R. Martin, the guy who wrote “Game of Thrones” is a graduate of the school. This man was born in Bayonne, lived in housing projects, and was able to use, with a Marist education, to attend Northwestern University. He received a degree in Journalism, from one of the single best schools in the country for the craft. And at 71 years old (and many times prior), when presented with an opportunity to save a school that helps young people from impoverished communities, just like the one he came from, a source says he because he was kicked off the newspaper in high school, he wouldn’t help. A net worth of $125 million and he just let the school go.
I didn’t give as much as I should have over the years, and perhaps this criticism of Martin is hypocritical but that I know that building was full of kids from broken homes and big dreams. If I had more, I like to think I would have given as more. Many of the educators, for the smallest salaries imaginable, taught, mentored, and counseled teenagers, many of which, didn’t have another outlet. I was one of those kids.
To see its doors close forever is hard but the memories and feelings I have will live on. Always a KNIGHT!
Saint Marcellin Champagnat…pray for us.
Mary our Good Mother….pray for us.