Bigotry, My Take On It

When I said I wasn’t happy with Obama as our president, I was called a racist. I was outraged. I really don’t care if you are white, black, or somewhere in the middle. That isn’t the issue. It’s the issues I’m against, not the race. My mother raised me not to look at a color and judge.

If you really want to talk about bigotry, it’s aimed at people who have disabilities. Or parents who have disabled children. I’ve had to put up with a lot of comments because when Nicky goes for a ride in a vehicle, he has to rock a little bit. On the bus, in a cab, it doesn’t matter. He’s not hurting anyone, he’s not doing it violently where he’d be a distraction, but wow, the comments I have heard! Some people found it cute, but others were crass and sarcastic. Adults who made fun of a child who was soothing himself and trying to prevent himself from becoming over-stimulated by his surroundings. I hated having to explain why he did it, when he was quiet about it, smiling happily. Why did I owe anyone an explanation?

So you see, people. Before you cast a stone at me, look at your glass house, because some of you are the same ones who’ve said things about the disabled.