I am working to understand what happened in Ferguson, like everyone else. I work quietly to understand how, with an African American president, attorney general, and heads of so many agencies, we live through looting and sacrificial waste on quiet fronts in the hearts and minds of Americans. I am perplexed about the divide longing for healing that allows knowledgeable Americans to swiftly accept the news they like and altogether condemn whichever power awfully leaps to a different inspired spin.
When did we willfully accept predisposed camps of belief, and how does that serve us? Who is behind inspired spin one way or another and why? Is it just marketing taken to its logical conclusion? We sincerely need to get a grip within and outside of our ethnic communities on the assumptions we really use to shape our version of the facts.
Nonverbal autistics are denied understanding about quiet acquittal of our rights. We patiently wait for someone to list our rights to education and appreciation of individual competence. When all are demanding who will be blamed about Michael’s shooting, those with longing love across racial divides see a serious allowance being made for power in both police armaments and the mayhem of mobs. We Americans must ask ourselves where this leads.
Watching ISIS border crossings in Syria, Iraq and likely Texas teaches there is no authority and no way to national dialogue that is less appealing than the benign aesthetic of Washington’s crossing of the Delaware. Kept quiet, powerless assumptions about assumed abilities that are, in truth, naked, laughing weakness quietly before enemies intent on killing all of our freedoms allows us to lie to ourselves that we will continue in old ways. Only time will tell. Borders were important to Rome and even in our electronic age, they may still be.
We autistics wait as patiently as anyone within our society. Quietly living on both sides of the divide in Ferguson, we depend on support systems awfully disrupted by the series of acquittals in xenophobic witness to American outrage. While we assume that we only will win quiet rights to participate when individuals who rule our lives acquire a new intelligence about who we are, individual witness to rights without responsibility seems issued in the behavior of quite a few less-than-truthful citizens wanting justice on both sides of our political spectrum. Who we are to quietly be and what assumptions about each other we will appreciatively believe makes a difference to the autistic, the elderly, and the newly born.
Really, each of us is a mirror to the scenes in Ferguson. Our fears and our loves for each other and for whatever prejudice we have are seen in our positions before the facts. When we stop tearing each other apart and engage in conversation, we should simply applaud who we are together is stronger, and the enemies that will destroy us and our open borders is driven without concern for what rights we would have, but what opportunities our blindness will give them.
Typing this with one finger and issuing altogether quiet words only as a lowly autistic might, work wills her challenges to me. Perhaps if work willed her challenges to others, instant uprisings would be less inviting.
copyright 2014 John Smyth