We call them freaks. We pay money to see them make fools of themselves.
We make fun of them as if their feelings don’t count. As kids, we harass them the first
chance we get. Because we have no tolerance for the askew, the crooked, the odd and
the physically gross or absurd. We think of them as non-human. Maltreatment and
injustice are only a common form of torment. .. (in this era wherein ‘beautiful’ is
defined by the perfection as to physicality, elegance and sophistication,and largely
depends on the carats of gems on the bejeweled class of the society where the rich and
the famous choke on over dosage of fame and overwhelming wealth).
In an age and time where everything gets fixed or “converted” into
something new and beautiful (at the right price) in the ultimate quest for the
preservation of youth and for aesthetics’ sake, some of us born rather ‘differently’ seems
to have been thrown in the backstage. Amidst the clamor and din of this fast and furious
rat race, these least of our brethren have been, since time immemorial, considered
We tend to forget that amongst us, between the living and the dead, there
thrives a breathing, feeling faction of our race that silently, in the shadows, desperately
struggles to outlive a cruel, indifferent civilization where only the best, the brightest
and the most able have the privilege to rise up and hear the bells.
What does it mean to be congenitally defective today? True, more and more
consideration for the physically disabled and/or “special people” have never been better
with the rise in growing social awareness for the physically challenged members of our
society. Special seats, lanes, marked lavatories, especially designed walkways and
tracks, custom- made prosthetics, gadgets and what-have-yous became commonplace in
our feeble attempt to show them we care and that they count.
Truth is, these attempts are just to quench the guilt deep inside us. We
should be convicted and hanged for enjoying so much while they suffer in the shadows,
out of the limelight, unwillingly bathing in shame at the mercy of the bonds of
insecurity, hopelessness, envy and hate-forever stuck, forever needy and forever
irrelevant and useless. We should be fined and punished for the awesome feeling after a
nature trail hike where we got the chance to bask in the glory of seeing the world from a
different light and being able to fully experience all of its wonders. We should be
tortured and made to suffer for the awesome sights and sounds that travel makes
In the end, nothing can ever make up or suffice even, for the feelings of
deprivations and the pain and suffering of the physically unfortunate. These are beyond
reimbursement. Nothing can ever make up for the torment, grief and the sorrow that
inability and disability gift wraps them with at birth.
But everything gets to be alright
when we are loved. The world seems better, brighter. To quote anew, LOVE is the KEY.