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Monday
Feb082010

Retard

Retard

What a dreadful, ugly, soul stealing, hope shattering, gut wrenching word. If this word makes you uncomfortable, I recommend you read no further.

Retard was in the news last week and after much thought, I decided I wanted to respond in my own forum:

The news coverage started when the press reported that back in August, in a closed white house meeting, Rahm Emmanuel called some members of congress “effing retards”.

Predictably, there was much negative coverage, but it didn’t seem like much of an outcry until Sarah Palin called on Obama to fire Emmanuel stating “his comments were offensive to children with developmental disabilities.”

But it does not end there. A Palin aide criticized an aide of Texas Gov. Rick Perry for using the word “retarded” in a conference call regarding political logistics during his campaign.

Finally, in an effort to call attention to how ultra sensitive we’ve become, Rush Limbaugh stood forth with his assertions that “Our politically correct society is acting like some giant insult’s taken place by calling a bunch of people who are retards, retards”.

Asked for a comment, Sarah Palin’s aide responded by saying “Governor Palin believes crude and demeaning name calling at the expense of others is disrespectful.”

I’m stopping there because this piece isn’t purposed for political observations. It’s personal.

When K3 was labeled retarded early in her kindergarten career, I took it personally. Having the label Retarded applied to your child meant the end of possibilities. The hope and vision I had for my child came to a screeching halt. Moving from “delayed” to retarded implied not just a different life, but a partial life, a life with limited opportunities… Further, it gave me many sleepless nights thinking of how she would be perceived by her peers… devalued, mocked, ignored….

I became hyper sensitive and hyper vigilant about short bus jokes, retard references and name calling. I coached… I educated…I got in blazing arguments with family members… I might have continued down that path, but I came to realize that it wasn’t a healthy focus. Changing the words people spoke was a far cry from changing their thoughts of K3 or anyone else with a disability.

And I needed to concentrate on my daughter and her needs. Policing everyone in my vicinity wasn’t a productive use of my energy. And as a strategy, it lacked realism. The odds that I could change the world to conform to my daughter’s needs were nil. I was far more likely to succeed in keeping my daughter’s corner of the world K3-friendly. And long term, I needed to focus on getting K3 “world ready”.

And that I suppose may be the difference between someone still coming to terms with a child with a disability… or it may just be me. Either way, I’m happy to be at peace with K3’s differences.

In closing, my opinion is that people like Rush Limbaugh harbor a special kind of evil in his heart, one that goes beyond ignorance or naiveté or even showmanship. If our purpose on this planet is to help each other and accept our differences and live in harmony, I think Mr. Limbaugh shows his limitations through both his thoughts and his words.

My little K3 is worlds ahead of him. 

AG out!

Tuesday
Dec152009

Full Circle

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far, away... I posted a letter that I had written... about a warm summer night and how Maddie woke me up... and the events that followed.

If you didn't read it, please take a moment... I'll wait.

Oh good, you're back.

Many of you asked... "so then what happened?"

And I didn't know. And I didn't think I ever would.

And then strange things began to happen.

TOG got a subpeona right about the time K3 got hit and he got the swine flu. We didn't know what it was for and frankly we were a little busy at the time although TOG called later and the prosecutors office said they'd call if they needed him but didn't tell him what it was about. End of matter.

Then the phone rang last week. This lady asked for TOG and I said he wasn't available. Then she said she was calling because he was connected with a crime, although she didn't think he committed it, she thought he witnessed it. Then she started dropping hints... It was three years ago, during the summer (she gave the month but I won't), in the early morning hours...

"Is this about "J", I blurted out.

"You know about him?"

"I was the one that saw him at the door and woke my husband up..."

It turns out she's a private investigator and she was trying to fill in some gaps on the case. Her job is to provide enough facts that they (the lawyer representing the defendant) can plea bargain with the prosecutor and it doesn't cost the taxpayers $1000s to go to court.

I told her what happened from my perspective. She kept saying "I can't believe no one ever interviewed you."

I kept saying "Ma'am, I didn't witness a crime, just the aftermath."

Then she wanted me to tell her what J told the police since I was sitting next to him when he made his first statement. I told her it was his story to tell but ended up giving her very basic stuff.

It turns out she was interviewing J the following morning.

While I can't talk about any of the details of the case, the one thing I can share is that she told me the defendant is a changed person.

I'm sorry, I saw what was done to J. I sat next to him while he was in shock waiting to be transported. I saw the bones through his wound but still lied to him about the extent of his injury. TOG is the one that cleaned all his blood off the porch... and the sidewalk... and the driveway. If the defendant is guilty of that, I have a hard time working up sympathy for him. I told the lady that she should not have me subpeonaed on her clients behalf.

I did ask her to convey my best wishes to J and to tell him that even years later, I still remember him and everything that happened that night.

She told me there's a note in the file that states he wears a beard now.

It made me a little sick. He's a note in a file. Not that it's her fault...

For me, there's all this emotion that's tied up with that night, despair... compassion... empathy...

Yet as that case grinds through the the wheels of justice, it's less about the impact of the crime and more about the manuevering, the discussion, the bargaining.

Ugh.

AG out.

Monday
Nov162009

Evil Doers

To the person who smacked my car in the grocery store parking lot last Thursday at lunch time without leaving so much as a note of regret.... two things...

1. When I think of you henceforth, I will imagine you with either endless diarrhea or chronic ingrown toenails... either of which you richly deserve.  Enjoy.

2. While I'm sure you drove away grateful that no one got your license plate number, I'm betting you feel at least a little guilty. Does it affect your sleep? I hope it keeps you up nights.... with indigestion... and ringworm...for at least as long as it takes me to save up my deductable.

Dirtbag.

Yes... I have a mean streak...