There are dark things in the depths of the earth: dark things that most people are oblivious to. Children crying, unable to respond to the question ‘what’s the matter?’ people closed into institutions, where time and custom gradually forces the spark of life to flicker and die. Thus people become trapped in their bodies – prisons in which they await death, for without voices they have no escape.

School was such a place. The pace of life there was lethargic and slow. It was a place which drained many kids of life, and taught them to accept fate, failure, and life in a metaphorical cage. Many kids went from there into homes, or graves.

But no! I will let this happen no longer. I will get my degree – that is my first priority, and second love after becs – but I will not let any more kids be allowed to rot! The special school system must be destroyed, and children must be allowed to flourish among their piers. This will take time, money, and Imagination, but it will be done. By King, and by Mandella, it will be done.

Let those who doubt this come forward: risistance is futile!