Well, it’s been a while. The protests for racial equality are still going on. Coronavirus is still a threat, with what I believe a second wave gearing up in places that did not heed its lessons before.
I don’t speak up much about racism because I am still listening and processing to explain it to ears that will not listen.
You know what grinds my gears? The ableism presented in the “Trump is Unwell” argument. Now it’s presented in a new political attack ad from Donald Trump against Joe Biden.
I just saw an ad (at 9:50 a.m. on Tuesday June 23) that “Joe Biden is slipping.” It presented a few quotes out of context to present the case that Joe Biden in mentally unfit for office. And then, at the end….”I’m Donald Trump and I approve this message.”
Did you not think, ableists, that the tables of “Trump is Unwell” would not be turned against you? And guess who it hurts?
Ableism doesn’t hurt Teflon Donald. Ableism doesn’t hurt Joe Biden.
Ableism hurts ME.
Due to the autism I hold in my genes, I am the one hurt in all this ableist talk.
Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not discriminating against me.
I just realized something. This must be what the Black American Experience is like. I read somewhere that to be black and semi-conscious in America is to be in a constant state of rage and fear. I admit I could never truly experience the real nuances of the discrimination against blacks in America, but realizing I am being discriminated against in the political campaign might bring me closer to it.
And that in itself might bring me more empathy towards black people.