Last evening the founder of the Special Olympics, Eunice Kennedy Shriver, passed from our lives. The world is a much better place for her having been here with us. She cared for the least among us and she brought us, as a society out of the Dark Ages in which we hid. When I was a child I knew of several children who suffered from mental retardation. I didn't befriend them because I feared them. Being like them was one of my greatest fears. I suspect that fear was almost universal, the cry of "Retard!" was even more of an insult than being called "homo" among my age peers. The Los Angeles Times has a marvelous and amazing obituary here this morning. Requiescat in pacem.
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