
Unlike some members of the disability community, I was not offended by “Avatar.” In fact, quite the opposite.
I saw the movie with my younger brother. As we sat in the front row examining our 3D glasses and waiting for the movie to begin, my mind flashed back to a Saturday afternoon years before, when my father, brother, and I visited a Virginia theme park. We had snagged three seats on the front row of a virtual reality theater, the sort of hokey attraction where the chairs bounce and wobble based on what’s happening in the movie.
Several awkward minutes passed before a manager walked across the front row and told me that I “wouldn’t be able to participate in this experience” because my disability would make it unsafe. Adrenaline shot into my veins as we argued over whether having one leg would affect the seatbelt’s ability to restrain me during the show. It soon became obvious—with a crowd of viewers watching us—that she was not going to start the movie until I had left the theater. Read More