Turn Off the Lights

If only we knew, people are all the same created in God’s image and likeness. I would like to dedicate this post to anyone who’s ever asked themselves, what would happen if we were color blind? What would happen if the tones of skin and hair were taken away from us? There’s more to it than this, but I got the idea for this post from my dear Joey, and we were just hanging around when he got pretty emotional about stuff, then I held him because he needed to have someone who could hold him at that moment. We cried together, but among other things, Joey’s big question is, why won’t people in my own family accept me for me? I said, if I could turn off the lights in people’s eyes, I would. Personally,I’d turn off the sighted lights all over the globe so that we would have no country borders, and if I could knock the Tower of Babble down, I would. I would do it if I could because I care. And Joey is someone worth knocking down every tower for. For real.

The reason I entitled this post “Turn Off the Lights” was because I wanted to write my thoughts about how the “lights” of prejudice, fear, and racism have led to such disastrous consequences for many people in this country and world civ history. Let’s start with Sumerians. We could go on for hours about even Hamurabi’s Code because the lights were on about unfaithful women. Hamurabi’s laws did not say that women could leave their husbands, however. He would word it, putting one’s wife away. However, if a lady should leave her husband for someone else, because of the misogyny of men in those days, women were drowned like puppies that weren’t adoptable.

Of course, Ancient Egypt fought a few different races, but it was the lights in the people’s eyes that conjured up fears of a monotheistic Hebrew race that was enslaved. It was the same lights that led the Pharaohnic peoples of Egypt on the record to either hate or revere certain people. Moses himself was an old shepherd boy or man, but his wife and kids were the product of Midianite blood, but who cares. Moses at least had his lights turned off, and God gave him his wife, Zipporrah, daughter of Jethro. That wasn’t so bad, but compared to too many times the Egyptians were mean to the others, even going so far as to commit genocide and infanticide against the boys, it was obvious the lights were turned on.

Jesus arrived in an attempt to turn off the sacrificial lights to Satan and other Gods, to free his race’s plight with Rome, but created a monster so to speak. Jesus’ Christian movement created something that even I could be a part of, but alas, what of Eurasians and others who did not know Christ?

First and foremost, Chinese culture claims to be the best in the world, but the getting rid of folks who cannot contribute to things such as girls and blind boys is so horrible. There’s a few stories I could tell you, but let’s go further.

Sadly, the Chinese and Korean and other Asian Orient cultures do not know Christ as much as we’d like them to know. South Korean culture is reported to be under the auspices of a Confucian culture that is somehow misogynistic to women and blind people do not fare any better. The cultures of the Orient usually revolve around respect for elders, something lacking in our own American culture. Even the Japanese had it great with that, but real good families in those parts of the world will turn off their lights and look upon the disabled members and say, “They are our family.” However, in places like China, Korea, and Vietnam, people who end up orphanedand put up for adoption somehow don’t know these days who their birth moms or dads are. In Korea, for example, birth moms are often not so open to admitting they had a disabled child. In fact, here’s something to compare notes:

I was watching Adoption Stories, and a Korean born boy was brought home on an airplane with notes and gifts and all that from his own birthmother. Sadly, Joey was not. I am looking at a young man whose blood family probably turned out the woman who gave him life. And all because he was disabled, maybe she was a teenager, but nonetheless, there is no record of the lady’s name or identity, and Joey never came here with gifts, notes, a shower of I’m sorry I had to do this and all that from her. Michael Robert, however, was given all the attention, regret, and sadly, opportunity. The Americans who adopted him had every intention of bringing him up normal, but with Joey’s eventual adoptive family, there was division over race. Why? Because some buttheads left the lights on. We were talking yesterday about this, and because of disability, well, we don’t think blindness is one. Most families would adopt the perfect child, and what is this definition? See Definition of the Perfect Child for more on great parents who raised excellent disabled or whatever children.

I will tell you, Joey’s adoptive family for the most part shows us that it is possible for parents to raise a disabled adoptive child. For any transatlantic child of adoptive parentage, especially when the language is not your own, there is quite an adjustment. Joey admits this. I then told him about my math teacher at parochial school, sixth grade teacher Susan Brees, a woman who adopted little Maya from China. Brees says that Maya would be adjusting for a time, and to get her familiar with the rhythm of English, she would have to hear it so much that she eventually speaks it. Yes, to talk to your child is important, and both Joey and Maya are great examples of when talking to your transatlantic adopted child leads to best results. But to think on a deep level, the lights turned off, Joey and I are both just people, no color needed to tell we have hearts, feelings, good personalities, etc. I will say another thing about turning off the lights: even today, when dealing with a Muslim friend, turn off the lights. In fact, do this for me, guys.

First, go hang out with someone of a different race. Next, turn off your ability to eyeball that person. Third, tell me in a comment what you found out. Likely, you will say that the guy or lady beside you who is of that race you or your family despise is really a person with a feeling of love, etc. Maybe that crazy neighbor you think dresses in those funny clothes is really a great person behind the curtain. Maybe that eccentric family in that other block in the city that eats weird food being Vietnamese or whatever is actually a good set of friends who share your interests. What is the moral of this? Turn off all the lights, then talk to someone you wouldn’t normally do this with, watch the fun begin. Maybe if Donald and other stupid idiots turned off the lights, we’d have a more peaceful tomorrow, no wars, Terrorists would lay down the Terror, and maybe the North Korean peoples would leave Mr. Kim, find better refuge, learn that there is a wide world out there who has a great interest in bringing the physical sight of inward character in people to them. Maybe we’d have a better outlook on the globalization of our economy. And later, places like Korea and Ireland would be, in the words of the Dubliners, be a nation once again.

Author: denverqueen

My name is Beth. I'm blind from birth and enjoy the blogging atmosphere. I am a creative person, a musician, a writer, etc. This is me. Take it or leave it.

One thought on “Turn Off the Lights”

  1. I made this comment in a previous blog post I read. it’s just too easy for people to not think before they speak or act and this post and the one following it make it as plane as day. i’ll acknowledge I’ve been guilty of being quick to judge hey, think we’ve all done that from time to time and as for the respect your elders thing, it’s interesting now that I think about it as it was being discussed on talkback radio here in Australia around last week or so. once upon a time we referred to our school teachers as mr. mrs miss etc. none of this first name basis stuff, hey even my mother is big on formalities when it comes to people she still refers to some of them as mr. mrs miss etc maybe not so much miss but certainly mr. and mrs and she doesn’t even call my grandmother by her first name she just calls her nana. Now that I’m on a roll I may as well continue. my support teacher encourgaged me to call my aunt and uncle aunt and uncle and I was going 4wheel driving with them in the 4wd club and the question came up when my uncle and I decided to go for a late night drive. it was just the 2 of us in the car and I said blockquote should I call you uncle or not? blockquote end. my uncle’s response was blockquote I’ve never been known as uncle block quote end. in this day and age school students are going around school using teacher’s Christian names these days although there are certainly those who call their teachers mr. mrs, miss sir etc.

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