A Bridge Made of Ableism.

Listen to A Bridge Made of Ableism The air in the bank was thick with the scent of old money and new anxiety. It's a smell I know well. But today, another element was added to the mix: fear. It wasn't my fear. It was coming from the teller's window, and it was pointed, like a weapon, at a man whose only crime was his refusal to be invisible. I couldn’t see him, but I could hear him. He was a…