The Final Cut

People have grown used to thinking about and ‘caring about’ people who have genius, apparently, but are trapped within a disabled, wayward or non-functioning body. Terry isn’t one of these geniuses. He’s you or me, the person who serves us in the market or the man who sweeps the street, he could be within the accepted norms of intelligence or he could perhaps struggle to understand the simplest of sums. He has the right to be mentally ordinary or even dull just as he has the right to be an intellectual giant, and his dilemma is no less whichever he is.

I do not believe that a person with high intelligence is any more precious or deserving of our care and understanding and compassion than someone with learning difficulties or an impaired understanding of the world. We’re all in the soup together bright and dull alike, none of us have earned the brains we’ve got, so why all the desire to see something ‘extra-ordinary’ in people like Terry, as if it is only this which deserves our attention? Few of us would ever get a glance from the rest of the world if this was true. Having said that, the play is not about Terry. It is about looking after Terry, what that does to him and his family.

The Final Cut may be downloaded here


4 Replies to “The Final Cut”

  1. Oh thank you Mei, I was trying to express something universal about caring. The language of caring for others shares a common heart, I believe. Blessings to you always.

  2. Thanks Andrea, I’m enjoying reading about your experiences with BEing. Every step is an excellent opportunity to re-discover simplicity, in light of what we knew all along. Keep up the great work

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