Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Beyond THE FUTURE: Hope-filled Signs in Our Tumultuous Times

Stunning photo of HOPE carving from the walls of Stanford Memorial Church © inel.
I suspect when we’re all elderly and telling stories of the good old days to our grandchildren or even great-grandchildren (I don’t know about you but I intend to live to 120; that’s how long it’ll take to read all the books on my TBR list!), we’ll be inclined to describe the early years of this century as anything but terrific. Since the 2000 election through 9-11 through the fateful days of March 2003 and the past five years of misguided, devastating wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, the U.S. has seen its international image tarnished to previously unimagined levels. Meanwhile at home, the past year’s economic fiascos and this year’s fall-out have forced many Americans out of their homes and into serious financial trouble. All this just scratches the surface, of course (don’t even get me started on gas prices; does anyone else remember the ’70s? Anyone?), but dwelling on the negatives is not what I prefer to do on this blog. Instead, before I embark on a two-week spring break blogging hiatus, I’d like to highlight two speeches, one given just this week and one given a year ago this month. Both these speeches are profound yet direct in their approach. Both also offer very encouraging, hope-filled signs despite the trouble times in which we live.

Enjoy, keep the faith, and happy spring!

If you’ve yet to read Senator Barack Obama’s “A More Perfect Union” speech about race, its impact on the current election, and where our painful history can finally take us, please read or listen to it when you have time to really read or listen to it. I believe there’s a message here that every single American deserves to hear.

Thanks to Melissa at Mutterings of a Mindless Mommy for running the following speech in its entirety a while back. It’s well worth running again, especially on a blog that celebrates heroines and heros who promote tolerance. I hope we’ll hear much more from Soeren Palumbo in the not-so-far future. We need many more leaders on all fronts who truly care about others; who operate with a solid, heartfelt understanding of what’s right and what’s wrong; and who are brave and wise enough to put their beliefs into words and proclaim them for all the world to hear.

Soeren was a senior honors student at Fremd High School in Wheeling, Illinois, in March of last year. During Writer’s Week, he gave this speech to a gymnasium full of his high school peers and faculty and received a standing ovation. He went on to serve as a Youth Summit Leader for the 2007 International Special Olympics and is now a student at the University of Notre Dame.

I want to tell you a quick story before I start. I was walking through hallways, not minding my own business, listening to the conversations around me. As I passed the front door on my way to my English classroom, I heard the dialogue between two friends nearby. For reasons of privacy, I would rather not give away their race or gender.

So the one girl leans to the other, pointing to the back of a young man washing the glass panes of the front door, and says, “Oh my gaw! I think it is so cute that our school brings in the black kids from around the district to wash our windows!” The other girl looked up, widened her slanted Asian eyes and called to the window washer, easily loud enough for him to hear, “Hey, Negro! You missed a spot!” The young man did not turn around. The first girl smiled a bland smile that all white girls—hell, all white people—have and walked on. A group of Mexicans stood by and laughed that high pitch laugh that all of them have.

So now it’s your turn. What do you think the black window washer did? What would you do in that situation? Do you think he turned and calmly explained the fallacies of racism and showed the girls the error of their way? That’s the one thing that makes racism, or any discrimination, less powerful in my mind. No matter how biased or bigoted a comment or action may be, the guy can turn around and explain why racism is wrong and, if worst comes to worst, punch ’em in the face.

Discrimination against those who can defend themselves, obviously, cannot survive. What would be far worse is if we discriminated against those who cannot defend themselves. What then, could be worse than racism?

Look around you and thank God that we don’t live in a world that discriminates and despises those who cannot defend themselves. Thank God that every one of us in this room, in this school, hates racism and sexism and by that logic discrimination in general. Thank God that every one in this institution is dedicated to the ideal of mutual respect and love for our fellow human beings. Then pinch yourself for living in a dream. Then pinch the hypocrites sitting next to you. Then pinch the hypocrite that is you.

Pinch yourself once for each time you have looked at one of your fellow human beings with a mental handicap and laughed. Pinch yourself for each and every time you denounced discrimination only to turn and hate those around you without the ability to defend themselves, the only ones around you without the ability to defend themselves. Pinch yourself for each time you have called someone else a “retard.”

If you have been wondering about my opening story, I’ll tell you that it didn’t happen, not as I described it. Can you guess what I changed? No, it wasn’t the focused hate on one person, and no it wasn’t the slanted Asian eyes or cookie cutter features white people have or that shrill Hispanic hyena laugh (yeah, it hurts when people make assumptions about your person and use them against you, doesn’t it?).

The girl didn’t say “Hey, Negro.” There was no black person.

It was a mentally handicapped boy washing the windows. It was “Hey, retard.” I removed the word retard. I removed the word that destroys the dignity of our most innocent. I removed the single most hateful word in the entire English language.
I don’t understand why we use the word; I don’t think I ever will.

In such an era of political correctness, why is it that retard is still ok? Why do we allow it? Why don’t we stop using the word? Maybe students can’t handle stopping—I hope that offends you students, it was meant to—but I don’t think the adults, here can either.

Students, look at your teacher, look at every member of this faculty. I am willing to bet that every one of them would throw a fit if they heard the word faggot or nigger—hell the word Negro—used in their classroom. But how many of them would raise a finger against the word retard? How many of them have? Teachers, feel free to raise your hand or call attention to yourself through some other means if you have.

That’s what I thought. Clearly, this obviously isn’t a problem contained within our age group.

So why am I doing this? Why do I risk being misunderstood and resented by this school’s student body and staff? Because I know how much you can learn from people, all people, even—no, not even, especially—the mentally handicapped.

I know this because every morning I wake up and I come downstairs and I sit across from my sister, quietly eating her Cheerios. And as I sit down she sets her spoon down on the table and she looks at me. Her strawberry blonde hair hanging over her freckled face almost completely hides the question mark-shaped scar above her ear from her brain surgery two Christmases ago.

She looks at me and she smiles. She has a beautiful smile; it lights up her face. Her two front teeth are faintly stained from the years of intense epilepsy medication but I don’t notice that anymore. I lean over to her and say, “Good morning, Olivia.” She stares at me for a moment and says quickly, “Good morning, Soeren,” and goes back to her Cheerios.

I sit there for a minute, thinking about what to say. “What are you going to do at school today, Olivia?” She looks up again. “Gonna see Mista Bee!” she replies loudly, hugging herself slightly and looking up. Mr. B. is her gym teacher and perhaps her favorite man outside of our family on the entire planet and Olivia is thoroughly convinced that she will be having gym class every day of the week. I like to view it as wishful thinking.

She finishes her Cheerios and grabs her favorite blue backpack and waits for her bus driver, Miss Debbie, who, like clockwork, arrives at our house at exactly 7 o’clock each morning. She gives me a quick hug goodbye and runs excitedly to the bus, ecstatic for another day of school.

And I watch the bus disappear around the turn and I can’t help but remember the jokes. The short bus. The “retard rocket.” No matter what she does, no matter how much she loves those around her, she will always be the butt of some immature kid’s joke. She will always be the butt of some mature kid’s joke. She will always be the butt of some “adult’s” joke.

By no fault of her own, she will spend her entire life being stared at and judged. Despite the fact that she will never hate, never judge, never make fun of, never hurt, she will never be accepted. That’s why I’m doing this. I’m doing this because I don’t think you understand how much you hurt others when you hate. And maybe you don’t realize that you hate. But that’s what it is; your pre-emptive dismissal of them, your dehumanization of them, your mockery of them, it’s nothing but another form of hate.

It’s more hateful than racism, more hateful than sexism, more hateful than anything. I’m doing this so that each and every one of you, student or teacher, thinks before the next time you use the word “retard,” before the next time you shrug off someone else’s use of the word “retard.” Think of the people you hurt, both the mentally handicapped and those who love them.

If you have to, think of my sister. Think about how she can find more happiness in the blowing of a bubble and watching it float away than most of us will in our entire lives. Think about how she will always love everyone unconditionally. Think about how she will never hate. Then think about which one of you is “retarded.”

Maybe this has become more of an issue today because society is changing, slowly, to be sure, but changing nonetheless. The mentally handicapped aren’t being locked in their family’s basement anymore.

The mentally handicapped aren’t rotting like criminals in institutions. Our fellow human beings are walking among us, attending school with us, entering the work force with us, asking for nothing but acceptance, giving nothing but love. As we become more accepting and less hateful, more and more handicapped individuals will finally be able to participate in the society that has shunned them for so long. You will see more of them working in places you go, at Dominicks, at Jewel, at Wal-Mart. Someday, I hope more than anything, one of these people that you see will be my sister.

I want to leave you with one last thought. I didn’t ask to have a mentally handicapped sister. She didn’t choose to be mentally handicapped. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I have learned infinitely more from her simple words and love than I have from any classroom of “higher education.” I only hope that, one day, each of you will open your hearts enough to experience true unconditional love, because that is all any of them want to give. I hope that, someday, someone will love you as much as Olivia loves me. I hope that, someday, you will love somebody as much as I love her. I love you, Olivia.


Blogger Melissa said...

Thank you for the linkback. What a fantastic site you have, I know what I'll be reading for the next little while. :)

2:48 PM  
Blogger Mary Ann (Moanna) said...

I'd read Obama's speech and it's wonderful, a must read. I believe it will make the difference for him and I also believe that it should.

But it's the other speech that makes me cry. Thank you for posting it. I'll have to check out Melissa's blog.

6:30 AM  
Blogger Sustenance Scout said...

Thanks, Melissa! If it weren't for you I never would have come across Soeren's speech.

Mary Ann, I agree Soeren's speech is very emotional and I'm happy to run it for more folks to read.

Happy spring! K.

6:36 AM  
Blogger Lisa said...

I will listen to Obama later on when I can give him my full attention.

Thank you for posting that young woman's speech. She is so right. We have made ourselves aware of how wrong it is to single out nearly every group for its differences, but we still have no sensitivity to the mentally challenged, including, I think the mentally ill.

1:47 PM  
Blogger Sustenance Scout said...

Soeren's actually a young man, Lisa! He really did a good job all around. K.

5:08 PM  
Blogger Carleen Brice said...

Just lovely!

Have a great vaca!

10:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Maybe in the future we'll say, "They say 'may you live in interesting times,' and oh, boy, did we!"

6:55 AM  
Blogger Patry Francis said...

I hope you enjoy your blogging hiatus. (We all need them at times--and you give so much here.)Meanwhile, thanks for leaving us with such wonderful links. Obama's speech is well worth watching twice.

8:46 PM  
Blogger Sustenance Scout said...

Thanks, Carleen, and yes the vaca was lovely right down to the fantastic weather.

Gerry, ain't that the truth!

Patry, a breather really is a good thing. Hope you're well...I'll be sure to stop by soon. xoxo, K.

9:43 AM  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Thanks for these links. Of course I had posted Obama's speech, but hadn't read the news in the bottom part of your post. Thanks for that and its important message. Enjoy your break! xo

3:07 AM  
Blogger Sustenance Scout said...

Thanks, Tara! I'm slowly kicking back into blogging mode. It's all a juggling act, isn't it?!

8:37 AM  

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