Finally caught up to Eugene Richards' No One Much Cares via A Developing Story. And now that I actually work with adults with developmental disabilities, that slight tinge of guilt associated with viewing subject matter that is so horrific in reality and yet translated into such stark "beauty," becomes ever the more focused, transparent and "real."
Of course, it's rather easy for us to pat ourselves on the back, and self righteously proclaim that we don't lock up human beings in institutions under such subhuman conditions here in the good ol' USA, while all one has to do is walk the streets of any major urban center to view how we continue to ignore and abandon so many of our own citizens with disabilities right in open sight.
2 comments:
thank you for this post.. i am a social worker who has worked with adults with severe mental illness for a number of years, and i completely agree with your statement about our society's remarkable ability to judge the human rights issues of other countries, while frequently
allowing our ignorant and selfish fears to rule our treatment of so many in the U.S.
It is often easier to become outraged by injustice half a world away than by oppression and discrimination half a block from home. ~Carl T. Rowan
~marjie, cleveland, ohio
Thanks for your dedication, Marjorie. In a (slightly) more perfect world, we'd have our priorities (and salaries) set in a more rational and humane manner.
And I think I'll make more use of that quote.
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