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The Local History Museum, So Near and Yet So Far
The Local History Museum, So Near and Yet So Far
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Viewpoint
The author, a historian with a vision impairment, and her blind companion decide spon-
taneously to visit a local history museum. Instead of either a docent or an audio guide,
they find staff who appear unaware of present-day means for providing access to people
with disabilities in public places. The author shows how access through universal design
benefits not only people with disabilities, but everyone.
The Public Historian, Vol. 27, No. 2, pp. 75–81 (Spring 2005). ISSN: 0272-3433,
electronic ISSN 1533-8576.
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76 ■ THE PUBLIC HISTORIAN
museums, which are rich in detail and local color. In fact, I like them better
than other museums because often they have an air of dusty authenticity and
tell you all kinds of things that might not make it into textbooks. And usually
they aren’t very stuffy about letting visitors touch their objects. They allow
you to get up close to see them, something that visitors with a significant vi-
sual impairment appreciate. In addition, the people who work in local history
museums can often barely contain their enthusiasm, which makes them find
creative ways of bringing the exhibits to life. Such employees seem to live the
history they are charged with preserving; they are delighted to bring you into
their world, and excited at the prospect of doing it in a different way.
As soon as we walked in the door of this museum, however, we had a sink-
ing feeling that the particular museum we’d selected might not be such a place.
“Do you have provisions for people who are blind or visually impaired?”
my friend asked at the ticket counter.
“I’m afraid all of that has to be arranged in advance,” the woman answered,
handing us a brochure whose small print presumably said as much.
“How much in advance?” I wanted to know.
“I don’t know exactly, it says something in there. But the disability discount
is fifty percent.”
We stared, not wanting to let her off the hook with a financial fix. Clearly
this backfired, because she immediately came back with, “Or I can even let
you in for free. Go see for yourself if you think it’s worth it.”
“Then I guess we’d get exactly what we paid for, wouldn’t we?” my friend
muttered into my ear. Turning to the clerk, he asked, “Before we do that, is
there any chance we could get a volunteer, someone to take us around and
read the signs?”
“No, we don’t have volunteers on Saturday, and during the week I’m afraid
you’d have to call ahead to book them. Like I keep telling you, it’s right there
in the pamphlet.”
“Look,” my friend said, growing impatient. “Neither of us can read the pam-
phlet. Besides, we couldn’t even have gotten it until we came here, so how
could we possibly know to book ahead?”
“Well, I guess it’s your duty to be informed,” the woman said, turning away
from us to sell tickets to a family of patrons who had just arrived.
My friend’s pain registered palpably as he replied, “In fact, we couldn’t
have even gone to the Internet; the computers in the hotel business office
don’t have ways for us to use them. I use speech software that allows the com-
puter to talk,” he explained, as if giving this account for the umpteenth time.
“And my friend here uses a program that magnifies the screen.”
By this point I wanted to give up, but my friend, more experienced in such
battles, refused to yield. “What about an audio tour on a cassette?” he per-
sisted.
The ticket clerk acted vague, demonstrating no clear desire to find out any-
thing further. Turning half away as if to indicate a growing desire to be rid of
us, she said, “There might be one for sale in the museum store.”
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“Well, at the very least you might want to tell your boss or supervisor that
we came in asking about an alternative way to see the museum,” I said.
I imagined the women thinking, “The world works just fine as it is, so what
are these people complaining about? Besides, the store obviously didn’t have
anything for the blind, so why didn’t they just leave and take their bitterness
with them?”
As my friend and I stood there contemplating our next move, one of the
women, apparently taking pity on us, said, “You might want to try the Edu-
cation Division.”
“Where’s that?” I asked.
“It’s over there.” Since I saw no arm or hand movement, I assumed she
must have gestured with her eyes or head, still unaware that neither of us could
see her well enough to make use of subtle movement.
“How about being more specific?” my friend asked, his fur clearly up. “Re-
member, you’re talking to a couple of people who don’t see well, so please ex-
plain exactly where you mean.” I fluctuated between wanting to drag him out
and seeking to egg him on.
“Go out the door, and turn left,” the woman said in a voice growing more
and more surly. Clearly, we had more than overstayed our welcome.
As we started out the door, I stopped and turned back toward her. “It’s Sat-
urday. Will they be open today?”
“Nope, I guess not,” came the reply.
My friend and I stood there speechless. Whether out of cluelessness or ma-
liciousness, this woman had been fully prepared to send us on a wild goose
chase. We felt utterly and completely defeated, not to mention disillusioned
with the whole idea of taking part in civic culture. Perhaps we were simply
asking too much by showing up unannounced at a museum in the first place.
Why is it that when America seems eager to open its civic places to the broad-
est possible audience, certain public institutions appear so ill-informed about
people who require alternative ways to fully participate? Here we are, at a
time when the ADA has been in effect for over a decade, people with dis-
abilities have seen the promise of increased social awareness and powerful
technology, and a generation of people like the women in the museum have
grown up in large urban centers pouring money into their civic places. And
yet in the early twenty-first century, two people still couldn’t visit this mu-
seum on the spur of the moment or at the very least encounter employees
sensitized enough to treat them with anything but contempt. Why is it that
some people view visitors like us as problems rather than as opportunities to
present exhibitions in new and interesting ways?
Thwarted in our attempts to visit the history museum and disturbed by hav-
ing been forced to come off as troublemakers, we headed for the fine arts mu-
seum across the street. The previous encounter had rattled me, and my friend
now felt self-conscious waltzing in there with a white cane. Remembering the
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hotel concierge’s discomfort when mentioning the Fine Arts Museum option,
I created an imaginary dialogue we might have had if everyone got to ask what
they really wanted to know, a dialogue stripped of all politeness, one that I’d
share with all patrons as we strolled in:
Concierge: Why should blind people want to look at art? What would you
get out of it, anyway? And besides, wouldn’t it be depressing, since you can’t
really see it?
CK: Believe it or not, to a certain degree, aesthetics is important to all
people, including those with low vision and blindness. Besides, only a small
percentage of us have been totally blind since birth; many retain the ability
to see some color or light. Those blinded later in life still possess a well-stocked
visual memory bank that enables them to approach the world in a profoundly
visual way. With good verbal descriptions we can get as much—and some-
times even more—out of museums than many fully sighted patrons. Take me
as an example. I’m one of the most visual people I know, because I’ve never
taken my vision for granted, while a lot of my sighted friends have never been
forced to ask themselves what it means to see.
Concierge: What am I supposed to think or do when I see a blind person
in a museum? Frankly, you people make me nervous. I see those canes, and
I’m sure you’re lost or you’re going to run into something.
CK: Believe me, any blind people who have bothered to set foot in a mu-
seum have gone through an extensive reasoning and logistical process to get
there, so chances are they plan on getting something out of it. And if they get
lost or run into something, there’s usually somebody right there to help. (I
can’t resist adding that if you’re lost and happen to see a blind person walk-
ing by, they’re probably the best people to ask for directions: more often than
not, they know exactly where they are and will give a clear, detailed descrip-
tion of where to go.) So relax! The blind person isn’t a creature from another
planet.
Concierge: But how do I know if you need anything? I can’t just stand there
and watch you be lost! Like the other day. I tried to help this guy cross the
street by taking his arm and walking him to the other side. I thought he’d be
grateful, but he started screaming at me.
CK: You probably scared him to death by seeming to come out of nowhere!
Never grab anybody without saying hello first and asking if it’s okay to lend a
hand. It’s just as it is with anyone: we all have need for autonomy. If you want
to know something, ask.
Concierge: But what if I say the wrong thing? All disabled people seem so,
well, touchy. I’m constantly afraid of hurting someone’s feelings or not being
politically correct.
CK: Just be open to learning and laughing. If you don’t know what to say,
try saying that! One of the best encounters I ever had was with a stranger who
said: “Sorry, but I’ve never been around a blind person before, so I’ll take my
cues from you, okay?” Blind or sighted, we all want the same thing: to be
treated naturally and with dignity.
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At the ticket counter of the Fine Arts Museum my friend and I learned that
we had struck pay dirt: every exhibit was now accessible because of an ex-
periment being conducted about the feasibility of audio tours for all patrons,
regardless of visual acuity. With joy in our hearts we picked up the last audio
guide from a large, now-empty rack. Alas, heartbreak! It didn’t work.
Fortunately, a museum employee was on hand to help. Realizing that we
might not see when the next available machine came back and that a sighted
patron might snap it up before we had a chance, he stayed with us until one
became available. Handing it to us, he said, “Actually, I’m glad you’re here.
You’ve just made me aware that this process could turn into a free-for-all when
this place gets crowded.”
We thoroughly enjoyed the museum. Although we had to wait several min-
utes until one of the other patrons finished using an audio-guide, in order to
partake of a full museum experience, we took comfort in the fact that the world
was indeed beginning to change.
When we returned the audio guide to the rack, the helpful employee came
up to us and asked, “What did you think of the descriptions of our exhibits?”
“I thought they created a wonderful verbal picture of the art,” I said, “and
I appreciated the historical context.”
“I liked that too,” my friend added. “But you know what really struck me?
I’ve listened to a lot of these audio tours, and this is one of the first times I’ve
ever heard one with navigation instructions.” He shook his head, as if he
couldn’t believe it himself. “I always knew right where I was, right down to
which painting was in front of me. I think I could have even managed to do
the exhibit without any sighted help.”
“Isn’t it amazing!” I exclaimed, as we headed out of the museum and into
the afternoon cold at the end of what could only be described as a bittersweet
day. “We’ve actually arrived! Now everyone—even sighted people—wants au-
dio description, so we’re at last fighting on grounds of equality.” I smiled as I
remembered our visit to Ellis Island a few years before, when a herd of sighted
tourists stampeded past us to lay their hands on the highly-acclaimed audio
guides. It felt great to be part of the mainstream.
Naturally, I felt very pleased. We chatted more, and inevitably the topic of
their futures came up. “So what happens now after graduation?” I asked.
All of them laughed nervously. “You go through all these years of school,
then you just feel kind of dumped out into the world,” one said. “I mean, there
just aren’t any jobs out there for history majors.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I said with a mischievous smile. “I can think of one
or two museums where you could begin making a huge difference.”