October 28, 2008

I am Not the Wheelchair: More Tales of Air Travel

When I enter an airport I'm in hostile territory. Dread and courage fill me. In addition to the dehumanization everyone around me is about to experience, the stripping off of possessions and shoes like Inanna entering the underworld, the x-raying and knowledge that any random act, out of our control, could result in police intervention, in taking away our illusion of freedom -- in addition to that I am covered in the cloak of wheels, I have lost my human soul, I know that in the eyes of power and ignorance, I am luggage, an inconvenience, an animal, an exoskeleton.

Airline and airport staff talk to each other loudly over me. I am "The Wheelchair". What I say, what I ask for, what I want, doesn't signify. My words don't mean a thing.

So begins the chronicle of flight by Liz Henry at her blog Composite. Read the full post here.
http://liz-henry.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-not-wheelchair-air-travel-and.html

Posted by rollingrains at October 28, 2008 10:25 PM