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Jan. 28 2010 - 7:20 am | 1,751 views | 2 recommendations | 9 comments

The Big ‘Y’

Challenger Y

I was fast asleep when the Challenger exploded. It was almost high noon – but I had turned in only about three hours before.

I had spent the night in a citrus grove in Polk County, Florida. I was a general assignment reporter for a TV station in Tampa, and we were up all night providing viewers constant updates on the record freeze. The fate of the citrus crop is very big news in that part of the world.

We had huddled near smudge pots and (more modern) kerosene heaters that dotted the grove in neat rows beside the trees. But they did little to ease our chill, and I suspect, they were equally futile in protecting the valuable fruit. As I think back on it, seeing central Florida that clear, cold night from low earth orbit would have been an eerie, spectacular site.

When the call came from the assignment desk, I was in a deep sleep, so it took me some time to comprehend what I had just been told: “You are not going to believe this, but the shuttle has blown up.”

I turned on the TV and dressed quickly. My assignment: to gather local reaction to the tragedy. When I walked outside, I looked up at an implausibly blue sky – the kind of sky you only get when high pressure and low temperatures intersect.

Then I saw it. At first, I thought it was a cloud. But it was such an odd shape. Kind of like a big “Y”. It was, in fact, the awful scar that loomed off the coast of Cape Canaveral – more than 150 miles away. It seemed to be asking us all a question that to this day offers no easy answers: “Why?”naive-shuttle-concept

As you know, the truth is painful and sad. NASA managers were determined to prove their shuttle fleet was truly “operational” – even commercially viable. If their dreams had become reality, 1986 would have been the busiest year ever in the history of the Space Transportation System.

Fifteen flights were scheduled over 11 months. One was supposed to be the first mission to launch from the new shuttle facility at Vandenberg Air Force Base in California. Nine communications satellites, three classified payloads for the Pentagon and two major unmanned probes were to be carried into space in the payload bay of an orbiter that year.

NASA managers were trying to live up to years and years of their own unrealistic expectations, fanciful claims, pure science-fiction, and outright lies.

So when they discounted and discarded the firm “no-go” admonitions of engineers at the Thiokol plant in Utah where the solid rocket boosters are made, mission mangers team were, in fact, lying to themselves.

They, too, were asleep on that bitter morning when the world witnessed a nightmare.

All of this was tumbling through my head as I traveled up the road to Chattanooga to meet June Scobee Rodgers nine years ago. I wondered if, after all these years, she was bitter, or angry, or sad.

The answer is “none of the above.”

With the “Y” still hanging in the sky, she was telling then Vice President George Bush and then Senator John Glenn that her husband, Challenger Commander Dick Scobee, would not have wanted the country to take the fork in the road that would bring manned space exploration to an end.

But it went beyond lip service. “I couldn’t NOT help to continue that mission – I couldn’t NOT do my part,” June told me.

Sometime later, as she and the other surviving family members met in her living room, it became clear they HAD to do SOMETHING.

“Each of us wanted to do our part to see that space exploration continued – that shuttle flights went on and their mission in particular lived,” says June.

And so the Challenger Learning Centers were born. Middle school students come to these places to role-play as astronauts and flight controllers – learning about math, science and teamwork in a way that doesn’t seem like learning. Visit one sometime – and you will marvel at the intensity, the concentration and the utter joy these children display as they accomplish their mission.

There are now about 50 of these magical places – and millions of kids have tasted the excitement of saving the space station.

Clearly, this has helped June Scobee Rodgers cope with her loss. Happily remarried (to former Army General Don Rodgers) she has journeyed down a tough road to some happiness and peace.

But, as she confided, “there is always that morning when you wake up – on the 28th – where you think about that tremendous loss. I am so blessed, though, because I have had a beautiful life since then… and I have been given a chance to love again.

“Those are hard days and my children and I always talk to each other – and I often talk to the other families. But then we go on and we celebrate how far we have come and we often have a great celebration – a ribbon cutting (at a) new learning center that is opening – and we see that they lived in truth and they have given us so much.”

Today, I am lucky to be a member of the Board of the Challenger Center for Space Science Education. It is an organization that does much to engage and inspire kids – and keep the dreams and hopes of that lost crew alive.

The organization does great things – but it needs our help. I encourage you to support it.


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    To be precise here, Challenger did NOT explode … it rapidly disintegrated due to the overwhelming aerodynamic forces

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    I always enjoy these personal accounts of where someone was when something happened.

    I think most people do “support” NASA, but since their mission these days is unclear, it’s difficult for people to remember what it is they are supporting.

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    What a strange duality… The biggest moments of a career probably ending up being someone else’s tragedy. Half the viewers hanging on every word reported and the other half looking at the journalist like some kind of culture vulture. If you even smile inadvertently once, you’re toast. One wrong word and there’s an outpouring of rage.. Having your face blown up 10x larger than life on the jumbotron with thousands staring mutely, intently, juggling the channeling of the national mourning, all done live. Brrr. No thanks. I can’t even make it through a 30 minute job interview without pulling a stupid face at least once.

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    I remember the Challenger disaster well, even from the point of view of a ten-year old kid in 1986. It was a clear and terrifically frigid day; school was out due to the extreme temperatures preventing the school buses from starting. (It was 6 degrees in my western NC hometown that morning)

    I was watching the Price Is Right on our local CBS station when the network broke in with the story about Challenger. I called my dad at work who had the sad task of informing his co-workers of the tragedy. My mom and I sat there watching the story unfold on TV, hoping against all odds there would be survivors from the fireball in the sky.

    I still have the faded newspaper from that day, and vividly remember the feeling of shock I experienced as the reality of what had happened set in. It was the first shared “national tragedy” I remember being personally struck by. That same sick-to-the-pit-your-stomach feeling was unfortunately repeated in 1995 with the bombing of the Oklahoma City Federal Building, the 2001 terrorist attacks, and the loss of Columbia in 2003.

    Space exploration is full of risk and difficulty; there’s no other truth to it. I am proud to watch the growing International Space Station pass silently overhead in the evening sky. I’m elated viewing the breathtaking photos returned by probes on Mars and in orbit of Saturn. I hope we’ll never have another shared national tragedy related to the exploration of space, but that may be naive. I hope we’ll always remember the cost of exploration is worth the reward.

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    Thanks for your words Miles. This was one of those moments in life when we clearly remember where we were when it happened.

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    We were watching the launch from my office at McDonald’s HQ, as our company was about to hold a press conference at the Cape to announce a promotion for kids tied to the space program. We had our national Ronald McDonald on hand, wearing a specially made space suit. Shortly after the explosion, he called us in shock, and asked what to do. We said, get out of the suit and go home, and we canceled the press conference, and delayed the program for quite some time. To have “launched” anything commercial at that time wold have been too grotesque. So glad to know that something educational and valuable has grown out of that tragedy.

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