When people find out that I have been totally blind since birth, they often ask what color means to me.
In junior high school, I read in a braille copy of “Boys’ Life” about how a group of scouts taught a blind kid about color by linking it with taste: red tastes like cherries; yellow tastes like squash; and orange tastes like, well, oranges. While I found this silly, it sounded impressive to others, and allowed the conversation to veer…..
Reading books about the experiences of visually-impaired people has never interested me, as I lean towards political thrillers; books discussing leadership and other business trends; memoirs written by people from other minority groups; and the Harry Potter series. But over the past several months, I have forged informal online relationships with visually-impaired authors, so it seemed more than fair to read some of their work as several people had generously read and reviewed mine.
Below are my thoughts on three…..
“Senator Harris blindsided me during our first debate. It was unpleasant. Unwelcomed. Bracing.
“I failed to answer her challenge thoughtfully and soulfully. For she was talking about how bussing enhanced her education while I was planning to defend my record on forced bussing.
“Without really listening to what she was saying.
“For which I apologize. I’ll try to do better.
“Back when Senator Harris was in school, bussing was one of those culture war issues that divided us. Some thought…..