Titanic Disaster

 

A little over one hundred years ago, on April 15th, the RMS Titanic, an “unsinkable” ship went to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, taking 1500 people to their deaths.   The ship was built to be the final word in luxury and modern opulence.  Yet, like all the luxury liners of the day, she was designed to make her real money in transporting hundreds of immigrants in steerage class.  Catering to the wealthy, the Titanic sought to muscle through on style and hubris instead of substance and careful planning.  It didn’t work. 

Four days into the crossing and 600 miles south of Newfoundland, the Titanic hit an iceberg, flooding five of its sixteen “watertight” compartments.  The supposedly unsinkable ship went down in two and a half hours.  Most of those who perished did not drown but died of hypothermia in the freezing water.  A few miles from the Titanic, and in a good position to save most, if not all, of the passengers, was the S. S. California.  This ship had sent the Titanic its first warning of icebergs and shut down its engines to wait for daylight.  The California had seen flares and lights from the Titanic but ignored them.   So instead of being saved, over 1500 people died a painful death.  Those who were placed in lifeboats were picked up nearly four hours later by the RMS Carpathia.  There were so many things that went wrong.  Those who saw problems coming marginalized their concerns.  Those who raised alarms were ignored.  The veracity of timely warnings was weighed against economic expediency and dismissed, until it was too late.

            The story of the sinking of the Titanic has been told in eighteen movies.  There have been over 200 books, both fiction and nonfiction, written about the Titanic. The resting place of the ship, with no commercial value associated with it, has occupied the time, talent and treasure of any number of specialists.  I have heard Bob Ballard speak to a packed auditorium after he finally found and photographed the sunken Titanic.  The only sound you could hear from the audience was an occasional gasp. 

Where lies the fascination?  We all know the ship doesn’t make it.  Yet we want to hear the story again and again.  Is it the failure that intrigues us?  No.  It is the people.  We want to know how they show their humanity in monstrous times.  We want to see a triumph of spirit in the face of bitter defeat.  We want to know (as in the poem, Invictus by William Ernest Henley) that our heads may be, “…bloody, but unbowed.”  Perhaps we are all trying to learn how to be heroes.         

 Here’s to the heroes who show us how to keep the faith.   

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