Review Sidenotes

Perhaps American movie critics think the Intouchables is racist because the majority of white Americans do not want to deal with the fact that disabled individuals like myself are forced into intimate relationships with minorities from the lower economic strata, and the reason I took what little heat I received from my twitter critics because the holy grail of diversity has been shoved down my throat, and I have been protesting about it ever since.




I am not racist in espousing  that skin color and secondary traits indicates biological inferiority; by that logic I am the one who should be exterminated, but I am biased in this sense: My experience of essentially destroying my life to move back to Philadelphia to be an independent disabled woman is that white lower middle class norms and black inner city norms simply do not mix, not in group dynamics. Jazz musicians make a point of being multi-cultural, as do corporate athletes in layered blockbuster franchises, but ethnic divisions are still a reality in America, though they have harder lines in post-Sarkozy France, according to my limited reading. My comment section from LJ will not be coming with me, but I did get laid into by a fine pair of New York city liberals who jumped down my throat without taking the time to read the hard luck existence I have lived in inner city public housing. My hostility to homosexual equality is more complex, but my problems with attendant care are far more simple. African American paraprofessionals make me uncomfortable, and have contributed to my post traumatic stress disorder, given that I have been a victim of black crime as well as white indifference and white sexual assault. Most quadriplegics are like Philippe, and dive headlong into the resolution of respecting and finding attachment in our shared humanity. The opposite end of that spectrum is down here, in the underclass, white cripples and black caretakers have plenty of food fights, some of it ugly, though I myself have never used slurs, more out of fear of getting killed. Before I get lunged at again, however, I was intimate friends with a blind black couple. We exchanged limitations, my eyes for their mobility, and everything worked because it was a conscious choice, and not an imposition imposed under state waiver. This film will be placed on my cache. I am working on my posts to keep busy, no holiday plans, but I hope you enjoy your opening summer holiday.