My wife is a rare breed of
cripple. She speaks Latin. Well, I don’t suppose she actually speaks Latin. I
don’t suppose anyone actually speaks Latin. But she knows a good amount of Latin
because she was in some Latin classes in school. I don’t know many cripples who
did that, or at least not many cripples my age.
When my wife was in high school in the 1990s, she was invited to take part in a curriculum for “gifted and talented” students. So she spent a couple of summers taking Latin classes.
On the other hand, I went to
high school in the 1970s at a state-operated boarding school for cripples that
I refer to as the Sam Houston Institute of Technology (SHIT). There was no
curriculum for gifted and talented students at SHIT, probably because everyone
just assumed that any student who was going to high school at a state-operated
boarding school for cripples couldn’t possibly be talented or gifted.
By the time my wife was
ready to go to high school, new law made it so she was allowed to attend the
same high school that the uncrippled kids in her community went to. But because
I had little choice but to attend the state-operated boarding school for
cripples, I am now illiterate in every language except English. Well, I do know
a little bit of Spanish because they did make us take Spanish classes at SHIT.
But the only reason they had Spanish classes at SHIT was probably because it was
a required part of the minimum state-approved education curriculum. Because all
we inmates ever got at SHIT was the bare basics in terms of education, food and
everything else. It’s a lot easier to get away with treating people like that
when you segregate them away.
In the future, we’ll be able
to measure how well cripples are emerging by noting how many of them know
Latin.
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