The Crime of Our Age

This evening I took in the mild, early summer weather and watched a group of 20 or so children play baseball.  Some of them sat in wheelchairs or had braces on their legs.  Others needed help because of mental ailments, deafness, or blindness.  Adults and teenagers mixed in with the kids on the field giving both assistance and encouragement.  A man with a microphone sat behind home plate and announced the children’s names as they came up to bat and rounded the bases.  It is always a pleasant way to spend a couple of hours, watching people love those who need it most, seeing young people with special needs being supported.

On this occasion, I noticed a conversation happening in sign language off to my left.  A middle-aged mom signed and spoke to her daughter who was waiting in line for a turn at bat.  The girl had Down Syndrome.  She displayed a fun-loving personality as she bantered with her mother, signing rapidly.  Her mother kept telling her to be sure to use a particular bat when she got to the plate.  The girl made a sign back at her mother that clearly meant something like, “Yak, yak, yak.”  It was impish and funny.  

As my wife and I watched the exchange, I said to her, “It’s a terrible crime, you know.”  

She responded, “You mean about the genetic screening and the abortions?”

“Yes,” I said.