I saw a post come through my Facebook feed that showed several friends of mine that “like” Sevenly. This company does an incredible job of helping organizations raise funds through clothes and print. In this particular ad, the awareness that Sevenly was highlighting was for people with Down Syndrome. For every purchased item, $7 was donated to LetterCase which would give an educational book to families who have recently found out their expected child has Down Syndrome.
I haven’t researched who came up with the design for the awareness, but I’m sure it was approved by someone who is in charge of something. As you can see, it’s a pretty cool shirt. But apparently, not cool enough. Not politically correct enough. So what I kept reading in the comments was basically, “I’m not buying one because of this”!
Do you see it?
“Love and Support for Children with Downs”
That was it. “…with Downs”
Here’s my rant. And it’s only a rant because I’m tired of people missing the forest because of the trees. It’s only a rant because I feel like I need to speak up for those with Downs. The one’s that don’t care about anything being politically correct. I also feel like I have the right to speak on their behave since I’m lived in their world my whole life.
I get the offensive reaction to the r-word. I understand people getting upset when others refer to their child as “being autistic” vs “having autism”. But getting all up in arms over the terminology “…with Downs”? Don’t get it.
I have a problem with “Syndrome”…it sounds harsh. It sounds fatalistic. It feels hopeless. “Downs” is a name after the person who discovered this genetic disorder – John Down.
When Hulkman sees another person with Downs, he perks up and proudly says, “They’re like me!” He’s very proud to be in a club of individuals that look alike and a lot of times, act alike. He feels sorry that other’s don’t get to be in that club. Other than wishing he could get married and have children, he’s never expressed concern or anger over having Downs.
Years ago, during one of our conversations, he said, “I’m not retarded. Retarded people drool. I have Downs…me and my friends.” Way to make me feel left out, man! 😉
My anger is not towards how people prefer to use the lingo. It’s the fact that they didn’t donate to an incredible awareness for families who are going through anxiety and concern for their child’s future. They were more concerned about how it’s worded. Instead they could have donated/bought a print and in turn donate that to a local Down Syndrome Group or give it to someone who has Downs. Bet they would wear a t-shirt with that design/text with pride!
I just wish intentions counted for something. Since when did we become so perfect?