The Publishing World
She was blind and so gave up her job, but she came back to the weekly meeting to tell us about a blind girl she had met since going blind herself, that she was a visionary, and we should take the transcriptions of her visions and publish them. The man to the right of me said no. She asked why. He said because you dont work here anymore, so you shouldnt be bringing suggestions to the meeting. Thats when I raised my hand. Yes, the director said. I said, I think we should take the transcriptions of the visionary blind girl and publish them. How many people support this motion? Around the room, hands went up, some tentative, some fierce. It was an overwhelming majority. Thank you, Jesus, we cried. The man who had not wanted to listen said to the blind woman who used to work here and had come today with this idea, you shouldnt have come; this isnt your job. Most of us might have agreed on another day in the future when our lives seemed small and coming to a close, but today, we all felt young, and the room blazoned with the heat of a rebellion that only comes from not having read widely or enough.