It's been another busy ten or so days. Philly, DC, Maryland, NYC, York, PA. I need to catch a breath. Mom has a new email address; & our incredible Aunt Daisy is safely ensconced in her new spot in New England. Life today is more torrent than trickle. I've discovered Sistah Souljah's The Coldest Winter Ever; she's really quite a good writer and I almost never read novels/fiction [gasp].
Bernie Mac's (aka Bernard McCullough) hilarious little book is called Loretta Claiborne and discovered she's a sister of old friends... small world. Loretta's a champion athlete and promoter of the Special Olympics. Yesterday she started signing to me (sign language for the deaf) and made me recall the schools for the deaf & blind I grew up near on the campus of historically Black Southern University (Scotlandville, Baton Rouge, La). These two schools and their students on Southern's campus made a huge, positive difference in awareness of the specialness of all of us as human beings - and the fact that "WE DON'T COME FROM A COOKIE CUTTER.". Late one night I caught Sis guffawing over Bernard's book. I met
I now realise that much of my life up to now I've reaped & taken for granted the benefits of the early exposure I had at Southern to all kinds of people. Yet even today most other U.S. universities offer little or nothing to differently abled people. Southern was and is an exceptional place. Black Americans are exceptional people.