- Some 60 years ago, some people who came before us, believed that we could conquer the world.
A couple of years ago, I was walking on the street in the capital city of a country not my own… when a middle aged man grabbed me by the arm. Before I could react, he grabbed me by the other arm, feeling my biceps and facing me, and then asked me if I needed a job. I shrugged his hands off and told him no, but I still feel his hands on me once in a while. I still remember the look in his eyes. I see his gaze bypassing any humanity that I have, peering purely to seek out function. Any function that this non-person could fulfil in his machine. I still feel the defilement of that moment. Because I know where I come from. I know I am not just a mass of muscle and skin walking aimlessly on streets looking for jobs. And even if I was, my humanity should be considered before my functionality.