It's like a trance has been broken, and they all of a sudden remembered that looking at that guy in the chair is "wrong." That by looking at me in that way, they have somehow deviated from the cultural norms that my disability defies. What if I told you I want you to stare at me? What if I told you that in these spaces, I long to be stared at?
What does our history as a nation show about our responses toward to racial injustice? How have we acted in the past toward these emotionally charged issues that speak to the true nature of the human condition? But, more importantly, how are we going to act now? What changes can we make? What solutions can we bring? How do we fix something that because of our past may be irreparably broken?