Profile: Annie Maxwell, blind woman
Tuesday, December 9th, 2008When did you discover you were blind?
When I was a child, we lived on a farm in South Georgia. My parents were sharecroppers. When I was small, nobody ever said anything about me not being able to see. I assumed everyone had the same situation that I did. I have light perception, and I have some contrast. If the grass is green and the sidewalk is concrete, I can tell where one stops and the other one ends. That’s the kind of sight that I had.
When my brother would see my mother coming — he’d say, “Oh, here comes Mom” — I would think he just knew because he was smarter than me. I didn’t realize that he could see her. When my brother was six years old, he started school. And I was a year older than him and hadn’t started. I was like, “Wait a minute! What is this?” I couldn’t figure out why he was starting to go first. I figured maybe I was just too bad, too hardheaded. I thought maybe I had to do something about my attitude before I could go.
When my brother would come home from school he would teach me how to write my letters in the dirt. So I learned as he learned. I thought when you went away to school they taught you to see.












