STICKS AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT WORDS CAN NEVER HURT ME. It was a silly childhood chant. When we grow up, we stop calling people names. Or do we? Hurtful names have crept into our everyday language and are so common that people don’t notice, except those people who are affected. Call me over-sensitive, but as someone who has a physical disability, I’m offended when I hear a stupid act referred to as “lame.” My friend has a similar reaction when that same act is called “gay.” And the person doing the act? He’s “so retarded.” An unexplainable or seemingly strange action is “schtzy,” “psycho,” or “manic depressive.” We talk about the poor as “less fortunate” or “them,” somehow different from—and not as good as—us, and we call others “illegals,” stripping them of flesh and blood, who are “invading” us, so we should stop our policy of “catch and release” (as though they’re fish, not people. If we think before we speak, we can shred the sticks and crumble the stones that so often bruise us and return the dignity of humanity to others and ourselves.
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Sticks, Stones, and Words
Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. Remember that childhood chant? How true is it? According to Roger Zelazny in today’s Thursday Thought quote, it’s words, not what may have actually been meant by them, that stick in our minds. Good reason to think before we speak.
“No word matters. But man forgets reality and remembers words.” — Roger Zelazny, Lord of Light