While reading Amy Cohen Efron’s post late last night, I couldn’t help but be struck by the deep irony of what she was saying. She faintly echoed what Ryan Commerson, I believe, was trying to say in his film, Re-Defining Deaf. And Amy faintly echoed what I said a long time ago on DeafDC.com, that the hearing world tended to view us as a caricature, because they see us only asthat deaf person.
As the blogger of The Deaf Edge, I’ve become more and more conscious of that fact. Being on such a visible level, it becomes too easy for many to see merely one puzzle piece that we’re presenting to the world, and think that shows the entire picture of who we are. And so they try to hammer the interlocking edges of their puzzle into ours, while we scream in agony,“No! Not that one! This one!”Or they try to rip out a piece of us, because the edges are too colorful, too sharp, too discordant… It doesn’t fit into the puzzle that is thought to be our stage.
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.
But the beauty of this is that ultimately when a piece is created, an interlocking piece is also created. We just have to find these interlocking ones without a script, by our own means, and that’s what makes the stage so great – the improv act on it.