(04/04/92)"We must protest." I am a postgraduate student on a college campus and just got the news that all students of minority, of color or disabled, will be arrested if it seems they are doing anything wrong. It was called measure 60-11. I and three other students start marching, saying, "We must protest." We start walking around campus. Some white men start approaching us to stop us but we continue. More students join us and soon we are a large group walking around the campus protesting measure 60-11. I see a friend who is Chicano and he has mariachi music and I break into the yell and dance as we walk. I decide to go to the president's office and talk with him. I walk (aware that a wheelchair would look better for the cause, but am walking). I pass lots of athletic, jacketed men lounging around making nasty remarks about us. I get in a line. I see two men in wheelchairs in suits that have come to talk with the president. The one, I thought he was the president, puts his arm around the man in the chair like they are buddies and does a sobbing, sweet speech. I shake my head no. This is unacceptable. Then I realize it's two gimps. Now I'm next in line and I see the president is a woman, like the governor. A woman on crutches I recognize comes in and sits, others crowd ahead of me, but it is my turn next. She is seated and looks up at me and says, "B?" (I had signed in so she knew my name. "You have three minutes." I say, "I have something to say, and then I have a question," and I go to the question first. I ask her, "Why are you discriminating against people of color and disability? Anyone can do wrong. Anyone can make a mistake, why does this measure only single out minorities?" She suddenly stands up and backs to the wall, crying. She sobs, "It's not fair. I don't know where the check is, I didn't do anything wrong." She runs from the room crying. I suddenly realize I'd managed to plug into her own problems with one succinct question. People nearby who saw are cheering because this looks good that she will rescind the measure. I walk out to the corridor and walk to find my friends, feeling very proud of myself for again having the special intuitive powers to make this happen. I know everyone will be proud of me when they learn that has happened. I joyfully hug that secret to myself, that I did it. It did occur to me that it was possibly coincidence, but I still feel proud and happy.