The Framed Blind Man
Language: en
On the subway, a woman’s shriek accused me of being a pervert. Her shattered phone lay at my feet. Every passenger turned on me, their voices a torrent of curses. They said my white cane was a prop, my navigation glasses a hidden camera. I calmly removed one earbud. “You’re saying I was filming you?” “That’s right!” Her voice trembled, but her conviction was absolute. I smiled. “How can a blind man film anyone?”