COMMENTARY:A Mature Discussion on Political Correctness \”And Then I Thanked Her\” By John Driscoll Approximately 16 years ago I brought my \”son who has autism\” to a family Thanksgiving celebration. At the celebration we had the traditional turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and of course pumpkin pie. The air smelled delicious and it felt warm with loving thoughts. Close family were in attendance and some distant family members were also abound. I remember at one point I was sitting near an elderly woman, who was nearing 90 years old, her smile alone made me feel extremely welcomed and safe. My son who was only about 3-4 years old at the time arrived and showed his big, beautiful crystal blue eyes just over the height of the kitchen table. The woman, whom I had only just been introduced to, began to speak and she said to me \”John I have met a retard once, a mongoloid once but never one of those he is beautiful\”. I briefly chuckled and then I thanked her. This post was imported from a legacy archive. Please excuse any formatting inconsistencies. Related