This also brings to mind a New York Times story from earlier this year which described how parents of children with Down Syndrome are trying to create a greater awareness about the positive aspects of parenting these children:
Sarah Itoh, a self-described “almost-eleven-and-a-half,” betrayed no trace of nervousness as she told a roomful of genetic counselors and obstetricians about herself one recent afternoon.
She likes to read, she said. Math used to be hard, but it is getting easier. She plays clarinet in her school band. She is a junior girl scout and an aunt, and she likes to organize, so her room is very clean. Last year, she won three medals in the Special Olympics.
“I am so lucky I get to do so many things,” she concluded. “I just want you to know, even though I have Down syndrome, it is O.K.”
Sarah’s life, and the lives of other individuals with Down syndrome, add a richness to society that cannot be measured. And this is so for one simple reason: Sarah, and all children with Down, are human persons. But we live in a culture that is rapidly losing its capacity to recognize human personhood where it is to be found. We well have reason to fear that, in our technical sophistications and narcissistic obsession with the unimpeded pursuit of every personal preference, there is very little separating us from a new barbarism.
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In a recent Vanity Fair article about Arthur Miller, the writer speculates about what the playwright lost by living his life as though his son, Daniel, didn’t exist:
“A writer, used to being in control of narratives, Miller excised a central character who didn’t fit the plot of his life as he wanted it to be. Whether he was motivated by shame, selfishness, or fear – or more likely all three – Miller’s failure to tackle the truth created a hole in the heart of his story. What that cost him as a writer is hard to say now, but he never wrote anything approaching greatness after Daniel’s birth. One wonders if, in his relationship with Daniel, Miler was sitting on his greatest unwritten play.”
A thought to ponder.