Monday, June 16, 2008

Over There

By Cathy Anne Murtha

As my guide dog and I stood in line at the checkout of the River City Market at CSUS, I asked the cashier what I considered a simple question. "Where are the napkins please?" Her response was hurried, but sincere, "over there."

Emerging from the light rail for the first time, I managed to catch the attention of a passerby, "please sir, can you tell me where I might catch bus 63?" A kind voice offered a pleasant response before disappearing into to the cacophony of the early afternoon, “you can catch it over there.”

So many things reside over there—napkins, bus stops, pencils, pens, clothing racks, department stores and even my shoes! A never-ending supply of important and indispensable items and locales all reside in this place which is shrouded in mystery and intrigue. I stand in perplexed silence after learning that something is over there. It is a place I have never been and have no hope of finding on my own. My guide dog is quite skilled in finding chairs, stairs, elevators, escalators, helping me cross streets, and can even find me the Diet Pepsi display at Food Town; however, when I tell her to find "over there" her little bottom hits the floor and a small whimper tells me that she is as confused as I. We will not be going "over there" today.

Over there has caused me a bit of vexation, a lot of confusion, and, on occasion, made my heart race. I have discovered that "over there" can be a dangerous place. One day, while crossing a street, I heard a driver's irritated voice shout out a warning of a truck bearing down on me from over there. Shadow artfully dodged the oncoming vehicle and pulled me to the safety of the curb. Our hearts were both racing as we took a few moments to compose ourselves. Close encounters with "over there" can be frightening experiences. Although many blind people have wondered as to the exact location of "over there," few have dared to venture forth in an actual exploration of the mysterious place.

One day, while standing in line at the supermarket, I asked the clerk where I might find the aspirin. With a cheery smile in her voice, she informed me that the aspirin was located "over there." With a weary sigh, I decided that I would take the extra step that would unravel the mystery, which had vexed my compatriots since the beginning of time. Taking a deep breath, and attempting to look nonchalant, I smiled at the clerk, "Where," I asked, "is over there?" I imagined the girl's shocked expression. I felt her sharing condescending and concerned looks with her fellows in the store. The silence grew palpable as they mulled the possibility of allowing a blind person access to the forbidden land. She had no choice; she would have to tell me how to find "over there!" I had won! Exhilaration swept through me as I waited in breathless anticipation. A victorious smile crept to my lips, my hand tightened on the handle of Shadow's harness; we would soon be going "over there!" The clerk's voice reeked with resignation as the decision was made.

"That way," she said...


  1. Very artful and creative, but it should be paid a compliment that sighted people use the "over there" lingo with the blind. It means that they aren't seeing the disability. It might be irritating to have to ask more questions to find out exactly where "over there" is, but at least you feel like they're talking to you almost as an equal. One must also remember that "over here" is a Guide Dogs command. It would be funny if someone said, "Over there" and you told your guide to do the same and he or she just ambled over to your right side.

  2. That was hilarious. I can't believe she still didn't figure out why you couldn't find over there. Now that, my friend, is dumb. You're standing with a dog with the words "Guide Dogs for the Blind" clearly marked on its harness. I understand one "over there." But when you say "Where is over there?" a second time, that's when the "Oops! Sorry! I'll show you." Comes out. Or maybe she was blind too and didn't know how to find over there either.

  3. Sure there's something to be said for not seeing the disability, but the issue is people not seeing anything at all. Being treated as equals is great, walking around without a clue, not so much. That post was very well done.

  4. I've seen this before and it still makes me giggle.

    Thanks for this.

  5. Well written.

    But I agree with Steve.

    While it's nice that the author's disability was "invisible" to the clerk, it wasn't that the clerk was enlightened to the equality of the blind. Instead, she was blind (pun intended) to the needs of a fellow human being.

    Recognizing a person's equality includes recognizing the person's individuality.

    Would that clerk tell a person in a wheelchair, "Walk over there, stand on that stool and grab that jar off the top shelf." Or would she give complex directions to a five year old?

    Accepting people's differences is what makes us accept them as equals.

    Telling a blind person to look "over there" or to go "that way" is ignorance, not tolerance.

    Still loved the story, though.