Tuesday 11 August 2009 — This is almost 14 years old. Be careful.
Eunice Kennedy Shriver died this morning. She was known for two things: being JFK’s sister, and founding Special Olympics. The first was an accident of birth, the second a triumph of will.
These days, Special Olympics has become such a commonplace part of American (and global) culture, that it’s hard to imagine the time before it. But that was a very different time, when institutionalization was the norm, when disabled children were not seen in public activities, much less exalted for their achievements. While Special Olympics seems obvious now, it was unthinkable 50 years ago.
Kennedy understood something that no one else did. Her revolutionary insight was that disabled children can accomplish things, that they could be acclaimed for the things they could do rather than hidden for the things they couldn’t. She saw that no less than any other child, these children could be given a forum in which to compete and excel.
I’ve written many times about Special Olympics, about the incredibly supportive crowds, about the unusual feeling of belonging. None of this existed before Eunice Kennedy, and likely would not exist still were it not for her. She had an incredible drive to create a place in the world for disabled people, and did something not many others could have.
She started Special Olympics as a camp in her backyard, personally coaching and exhorting the first athletes. Her one-on-one style has trickled down through the organization to the coaches and volunteers who work with my son and all the athletes like him. Her spirit has infused the organization so thoroughly, it is hard to imagine Special Olympics without her.
I met Eunice Kennedy once, at a dinner in honor of her birthday, and that is a special occasion I will always remember. But I felt like I already knew her. The very concept of Special Olympics is so strong an expression of her passions that actually meeting her seemed almost redundant. I knew her through her work, and more importantly, through the hundreds of coaches, volunteers, parents and athletes I’ve met in Special Olympics who were set in motion by her.
Kennedy will be missed, but she has created something that will outlast her, because her insight, though revolutionary, is right.
As a child, I lived across the street from a boy with cerebral palsy. He was intellectually brilliant and quite a artist (holding the paintbrush in his teeth), but he had no muscle control and couldn't walk or talk very well. To me he was just a neighborhood friend. He was several years older and he rode his big tricycle while I rode my bike.
Because of him, I was very attuned to the "special ed" class in my elementary school. Remember that this was in the 50s when there was no mainstreaming. There was one girl, Susie, with Down's syndrome who really loved me and I loved her. At the elementary school dances (no dates), she and I would dance together and I remember to this day how happy it made her. To me it was just natural.
What Eunice Kennedy did was a wondrous thing -- the best of the Kennedy children in my opinion.
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