![]() ![]() ![]() George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn’t be handicapped. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. They weren’t really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. “That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did,” said Hazel. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm. On the television screen were ballerinas.Ī buzzer sounded in George’s head. There were tears on Hazel’s cheeks, but she’d forgotten for the moment what they were about. George and Hazel were watching television. Every twenty seconds or so, the transmitter would send out some sharp noise to keep people like George from taking unfair advantage of their brains. It was tuned to a government transmitter. He was required by law to wear it at all times. And George, while his intelligence was way above normal, had a little mental handicap radio in his ear. Hazel had a perfectly average intelligence, which meant she couldn’t think about anything except in short bursts. It was tragic, all right, but George and Hazel couldn’t think about it very hard. And it was in that clammy month that the H-G men took George and Hazel Bergeron’s fourteen-year-old son, Harrison, away. April for instance, still drove people crazy by not being springtime. Some things about living still weren’t quite right, though. All this equality was due to the 211th, 212th, and 213th Amendments to the Constitution, and to the unceasing vigilance of agents of the United States Handicapper General. Nobody was stronger or quicker than anybody else. Nobody was better looking than anybody else. They weren’t only equal before God and the law. THE YEAR WAS 2081, and everybody was finally equal. Before I give my full thoughts on Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut it’s important to It’s an extreme example of what can happen if we’re not careful. To me, Harrison Bergeron by Kurt Vonnegut is a lesson in being careful what we wish for. ![]()
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