What if the adjectives in advertisements for movies were applied to the blind? “Sensational!” “Euphoric!” “Mesmerizing!” “Joyous!”
I’m not talking about inspiration pornography—the disabled as beacons of extravagant and sentimental overcoming—but I’ll take anything over the furrows of disapprobation and despond that the blind absorb daily.
As I write these words I’m awaiting a disciplinary hearing with the New York City Taxi and Limousine Commission because a driver refused me a ride because of my guide dog. The refusal was bad enough. It was against the law. No question. What stood out for me was the driver’s contempt.
Contempt is the act of despising what is considered vile and worthless.
What if that driver had said to himself, “here comes an interesting and creative human being, I might learn something from him.”
What if bigots of all kinds thought such things? Trump’s raging pink crowds know so little of the world. The solution rests with understanding the very people they imagine they hate.
Alright. I’m just waxing sentimental, utopic, foolish to the core. “Why can’t people just get along?”
Diverse societies depend on imagination. Daily I see Donald Trump and his racist, homophobic, ableist, misogynistic, xenophobic supporters assert that critical thinking is for losers.
Ain’t that the truth?