Posted by: Donna Douglass | Wednesday May 6, 2020

Trajectory

“Mom, look! There’s a brown man next to peach-colored man!”

“Shhhh, honey. We can’t see that. People of all colors are equal. We must not see skin color.”

The little girl marveled at the men of different colors, puzzled, but went on skipping and holding Mom’s hand as years passed.

“Look, Mom! Why is that man in a wheel chair?”

“Shhh, honey. We can’t see that. People of all mobility and ability levels are equal. We must not see differing capabilities.”

The little girl watched a runner sprint by the wheel chair, puzzled, but went on skipping and holding Mom’s hand as years passed.

“Look, Mom! Why are those two men and those two women holding hands?”

“Shhh, honey. We can’t see that. The choices people make are all equal. We must not see their choices.”

The little girl’s heart troubled her as she watch the two couples. Then her eyes rested on a man and woman holding hands and the trouble cloud left. She went on walking and holding Mom’s hand as years passed.

“Mom, why are all the people gray and lifeless? They are all the same. I can’t tell them apart!”

“We must see them all the same. We must ignore all color, ability and choices. They are all the same. Culture says so.”

The girl’s hand flew to her face as all color drained from it, terror filling her little body. “Am I as gray and lifeless as they?”

“Look, Dad! I can do it!”

“Yes, you can,” Dad smiled patiently.

“Look, Dad! I can do it better than they can!”

“Yes, you can,” Dad agreed.

“Look, Dad! I’m better than them!”

“Yes, my precious. You sure are,” Dad affirmed.

“Look, Dad! I’m the best there is!”

But Dad was gone. The little girl no longer saw him, nor anyone else.

She was all there was, or at least, all that mattered. But she could do all. She knew all. She had this.

Then a log tumbled her bike…but her arrogance had thrown her beyond the reach of help.

She blended into the gray shadows milling around her. Even desperate for help, she saw no one. And no one saw her.

Empty and meaningless. Where the trajectory of tolerance and arrogance converge.


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