Portrait by Georgia Webber of Alice Wong in black, an Asian American woman in a power chair with a bandana over her mouth and a mask over her nose attached to a tube for her ventilator. Her arms are resting on black armrests and there two canaries on the left, one perched on the armrest and one with its wings expanding. On the right is another canary perched on her shoulder.


Screenshot of editorial handwritten by Georgia Webber with artwork and text in black. On the top and bottom there are small gray and black smudgy dots like smoke particulates. At the bottom in a curvy horizontal row is black and translucent tubing that is used for a ventilator with one canary perched on it. Two other canaries are interspersed within the text.


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I SENSE A DISTURBANCE IN THE AIR. My chest feels tighter; something is not quite right . . . and then I see it. I remember it. I am a time-traveling disabled oracle.

From Northern California to the Mission District in San Francisco, the sky turned dusky red on September 9 last year as wildfires blazed. Sheltered at home, I couldn’t completely seal myself from the smoke or other microscopic dangers no matter how hard I tried. I can sense a wildfire coming before most people because of how my respiratory system is built. My diaphragm, which is slowly weakening over time, gives me a heightened sensitivity to secrets in the air . . .

Because my diaphragm is weak, I use a ventilator to help push the air out of my lungs. Without this machine, my own CO2 would gather in my body and I would die slowly from a buildup of acidic blood. This nearly happened when I was 18 and first experienced respiratory failure. My brain went fuzzy and in the ER I remember seeing my arterial blood drawn from my body, starved of oxygen. Thick and black as ink.

I think about breath a lot.

Breath is more than an exchange of oxygen in, carbon dioxide out. It is mechanical, fundamental, and profound. Life is precarious and those who face the dangers intimately are the ones sounding alarms about the past, present, and future state. Disabled people like me, for example.

When the coronavirus pandemic broke out, many states decided that, because I need this machine to breathe, I am less deserving of medical treatment, of being saved. New York’s Ventilator Allocation Guidelines allow hospitals to reallocate people’s personal ventilators—that is, steal, from people seeking acute care during times of triage, giving them to people they think are more likely to live. Last October, a group of civil and disability rights organizations filed a class action lawsuit against New York, challenging these discriminatory guidelines and requesting a change in language. The fact that guidelines like this exist across the country shows how many disabled people are seen as high risks with low benefits to society.

Life is precious, but life is also easily rendered disposable and invisible. Breathing easily without fear is a privilege.

My body you call broken, I call an oracle.

And I am telling you . . . just slow the fuck down and rethink what you take in and release to the world.

For those of us who get to survive the pandemic, this is the time to value access and interdependence. It’s time to question why we place such value on productivity and speed.

It’s time to listen to the oracles among us.”

(This story first appeared in “Breath,” an episode from Radiolab.)


  1. I am listening with ALL my ears, world slow down, live on oracle. Guy Peter Alistair Mullin currently Portugal; but English 73 years young.Beathe on …

  2. I agree in particular about the need to slow down. Thank you!

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