...What's the big deal about using the word "retard"?
I am a
26-year-old man with Down Syndrome. I am very lucky. Even though I was born
with this intellectual disability, I do pretty well and have a good life. I
live and work in the community. I count as friends the people I went to school
with and the people I meet in my job.
Every
day I get closer to living a life like yours.
I am a
Global Messenger for Special Olympics and make speeches to people all over the
country. I once spoke to over 10,000 people at the Richmond Coliseum. I realize
that I am a voice for other people with intellectual disabilities who cannot
easily speak for themselves. I thank God that he gave me this chance to be
someone's voice.
The
hardest thing about having an intellectual disability is the loneliness. We
process information slower than everyone else. So even normal conversation is a
constant battle for us not to lose touch with what the rest of you are saying.
Most of the time the words and thoughts just go too fast for us to keep up, and
when we finally say something it seems out of place.
We are
aware when all the rest of you stop and just look at us. We are aware when you
look at us and just say, "unh huh," and then move on, talking to each
other. You mean no harm, but you have no idea how alone we feel even when we
are with you.
That is
why I love being a Global Messenger. I work for days telling my dad what I want
to talk about and he tries to write it down for me. Then we do it over and over
until we have something that says what I mean. We wrote this letter the same
way.
So,
what's wrong with "retard"? I can only tell you what it means to me and
people like me when we hear it. It means that the rest of you are excluding us
from your group. We are something that is not like you and something that none
of you would ever want to be. We are something outside the "in"
group. We are someone that is not your kind.
I want
you to know that it hurts to be left out here, alone. Nothing scares me as much
as feeling all alone in a world that moves so much faster than I do.
You
don't mean to make me feel that way. In fact, like I say in some of my
speeches, "I have always depended on the kindness of strangers," and
it works out OK most of the time. Still, it hurts and scares me when I am the
only person with intellectual disabilities on the bus and young people start
making "retard" jokes or references.
Please
put yourself on that bus and fill the bus with people who are different from
you. Imagine that they start making jokes using a term that describes you. It
hurts and it is scary.
Last, I
get the joke — the irony — that only dumb and shallow people are using a term
that means dumb and shallow. The problem is, it is only funny if you think a
"retard" is someone dumb and shallow. I am not those things, but
every time the term is used it tells young people that it is OK to think of me
that way and to keep me on the outside.
That is
why using "retard" is a big deal to people like me.
John Franklin Stephens is a Special Olympics Virginia athlete
and Global Messenger who lives in Fairfax, Va.
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