This is a new shirt of mine. It’s from a line called ‘Penguin.’ That’s the logo, there on the front. Can you see it? Clearly? As a colorblind person, this shirt appealed to me so much, I put aside my usual prohibition of wearing clothes with designer logos on them.
I can make it out, barely, but then I know what to look for. I don’t know if it’s a real colorblindness test chart: Real ones don’t have dots that are clearly divided into different colors – see the little image here. Dvided dots make the edges of the figure easier to see.
I show it to people, and they say they can make it out perfectly. A strong pattern. Are they messing with me? Do they really see it differently? How would I know? Are we even speaking the same language about color? Are we speaking the same language at all? How can I, could I, ever know…anything?
Tear-jerking Episodes from
Life of a Young Philosopher
Kindergarten Teacher: Why have you colored the water with silver and white crayon? Water is blue.
Me: Not when it comes out of the faucet.
Mother: What time does the clock say?
Me:I don’t know.
Mother: Look at the clock!
Me: But it’s always a little bit before or a little bit after whatever time I say it is. Even if it’s exactly noon, it’s never really noon. It’s a itty bitty second before or after…
Mother: Oh you…..!
Me: Yeah, so I see colors better in strong light. Everyone does. The less light we have, the less color there is. So if there’s almost no light, there’s almost no color. SO, in the dark, everything must be without color. Everything is colorless. Everything is clear, transparent!!
Sixth Grade Teacher and Classmates: Uproarous and derisive laughter. In the background, a few students are heard to start up a chorus of stamping feet and the shout of “Bovary, Bo-va-ry, Bo-VA-ry!”