Whoa. What a paradigm-shifting, eye-opening, enlightening and enlarging book. While this is an extremely focused and convincing manifesto for the Protactile language of the DeafBlind, it is also (for one hearing and sighted) a kind and startling alert about other ways of intelligence, and has deep resonances for how we should co-navigate with all people. (Also, as an aside from a person who writes, made me think so much about the relationship between writer, reader and characters, the kind of space and respect an honest reading requires--see the paragraph about apprehending a room, below.) I really admired Clark's collection of poetry, HOW TO COMMUNICATE, and was moved by the combination of humor, exasperation, history and facts, the ability to move unpredictably, the way the essays found their own shapes.
“Here I stop them. ‘Why are you telling me, telling me, telling me things? Your job isn’t to deliver this whole room to me on a silver platter. I don’t want the silver platter. I want to attack this room. I want to own it, just like how the sighted people here own it. Or, if the room isn’t worth owning, then I want to grab whatever I find worth stealing. C’mon, let’s start over. What we’ll do is start to touch things and people here, together, while we provide running commentaries and feedback to each other.”
(John Lee Clark, “Against Access” in TOUCH THE FUTURE)
“The solution was to assign each of us a sighted companion. Such teachers made it possible for us to sit apart and for the classroom teacher to stand in front of us. They made us hearing and sighted by proxy. Even though we were in constant contact with our special teachers, the pair of us made of a tidy unit that could and did stand apart. It also made for a most inspiring sight, the self-sacrificing teacher laboring as our only link to the world. It’s not a miracle unless there’s a miracle worker.”
(“Distantisim")
“How am I supposed to find anyone if everyone runs away from me?”
(“Distantism")