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| Equal rights for Disabled ultimate fighters |
| by Dean Baker |
| “I want...to become the… world’s number one...ultimate fighter,” a voice said to Clarence upon entering the sporting goods shop. “I’d like...one of your finest...Karate suits...if you please,” the voice was not human, almost robotic.
Clarence looked down to the man. He was a small, frail looking guy in an electric wheelchair and he was tapping on a little keyboard. “Your finest...Karate suit...please, size 26 inch waist. I begin...training in three days time,” Clarence was staggered. “Did you say ultimate fighting?” Clarence asked. “Yes. I want...to be the...best. It will takehard work... but I’m not afraid of...that. I’m not afraid... of anything,” the man tapped on his keypad. “You, want to take on extremely tough, muscular, expertly trained killing machines in single combat?” “Yes,” “Ok,” “Any problem...with that?” Clarence hesitated for a second as he looked at the little guy in his wheelchair. “No, no, no, well, yes actually. I mean, think about it buddy. They could hurt you real bad,” “Do you think...because I’m in this wheel-chair...that I’m not a...real person? That I’m less... than nothing?” “No, certainly not,’ Clarence said, slightly embarrassed and keen not to offend. “I fully support… the uh….the crip- ah I mean the handicapped. I put my quarters in the tin, don’t you worry about that. I’m just worried that you might...get yourself hurt buddy,” “That’s reassuring. I’m glad...you are so concerned for...my well-being. We disabled people...have fought long and hard against...discrimination. The law grants us equal...rights,” “I hear you buddy,” Clarence said with a nod. “So can I get...that Karate suit?” “Certainly,” Clarence said. “You wait right here and I’ll get it for you. That’s if you want to wait there, you could come with me, I’m not saying that you have to wait there. You can do whatever you like,” “I’ll wait...here,” As soon as Clarence was out of sight the man produced a note and got up out of his wheelchair and walked over to the cash till before placing the note on the counter. He then sat back down in his electric wheel-chair and drove off into the crowds of the mall. When Clarence returned he found the note. Equal rights commission routine inspection. 25-8-05 You will be pleased to learn that you have passed your routine equal rights inspection. Signed Horace H Young Chief Equal rights commission inspector |
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