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February 28, 2025
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Amy Adams, Program Coordinator
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Museum of Deaf History, Art, and Culture
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455 E Park St
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Olathe, KS 66061
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Dear Amy,
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When we stare into the night sky, each star tells a story - some burning bright with purpose, others
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finding new positions as their time in a particular formation evolves. Today, I must acknowledge that my
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star in the MDHAC constellation is shifting its orbit, no longer able to shine in the position it once held
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with such pride.
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The journey of a docent is like that of a sculptor, chiseling away at misconception until understanding
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emerges from the stone of ignorance. For years, I have carved pathways through the museum's halls,
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transforming everyday facts into transcendent experiences. Each tour became a living canvas where
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visitors could witness the vibrant brushstrokes of Deaf history painting itself before their eyes.
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My path with MDHAC officially began in 2018, during one of my darkest moments. After the election, I
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felt lost - dismissed - crushed. When someone from MDHAC invited me to sit at the front desk, I
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hesitated. Putting myself in public view again felt overwhelming, but it aligned with my passion for
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writing legal advocacy strategies on my laptop. I accepted, not realizing this small "yes" would
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transform my life's direction.
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Nearly a year later, when docent training opportunities arose through a partnership with Nelson-Atkins
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Museum of Art, my name wasn't on the candidate list. Yet somehow, as the person staffing the front
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desk, I was invited to participate as an unofficial candidate. I never intended to excel - in fact, I secretly
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hoped to perform poorly enough that I wouldn't be asked to lead tours. I worried the public wasn't ready
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for my perspectives on Deaf history and culture, which some considered too direct or intense.
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Then came that pivotal moment - giving a practice tour to volunteers from that same large museum.
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Something unexpected happened. These visitors resonated deeply with my authentic presentation of
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our Deaf history, perspectives, and visual way of experiencing the world. Their enthusiastic response,
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coupled with encouragement from the same person who first invited me to the front desk, convinced me
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to embrace this role I'd been avoiding.
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Now I stand at a crossroads. My work building Deaf leadership across the nation flows like a river that
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has outgrown its local banks and seeks broader horizons. This inner purpose draws me forward with
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the gravitational pull of countless stars, irresistible in its power.
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Meanwhile, the museum I once knew has transformed. Displays change without discussion, like
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paragraphs rewritten mid-story. The narrative I carefully constructed now contains segments I did not
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author, elements inserted without context, altering the story's very meaning. How can one tend a
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garden when the landscape itself shifts beneath one's hands?
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Within these walls now exists a subtle current of dismissal - not violent like a storm, but persistent like
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erosion. My contributions, once treasured insights, now seem to disappear into seas of indifference. In
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spaces where my perspectives once flourished, I now perceive only fading impressions.
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The displays I meticulously incorporated into my tours have been altered without consultation, creating
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a disconnect between my prepared narrative and the visual story now presented. It feels like watching a
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familiar landscape suddenly rearrange itself, making my carefully mapped journey impossible to follow.
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My work on the proclamation for governors to recognize our community - words I selected to transform
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perceptions from medical pathology to cultural celebration - was altered without discussion before its
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presentation. The revised document, stripped of nuanced language highlighting our visual-spatial
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intelligence and unique contributions to humanity, felt like watching a vibrant painting fade to muted
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tones. When we reshape the public narrative about our existence but find our own words rewritten, we
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lose the authentic perspective that makes advocacy powerful.
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This pattern of disconnect feels especially poignant given the deep historical ties between KAD and this
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museum. In the 1980s, KAD spearheaded crucial fundraising drives that helped transform MDHAC
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from vision into reality. Even the LaRosh Fund contributed directly to this museum's construction. That
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foundation of mutual support makes the current distance all the more striking - like two branches that
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once grew from the same trunk now bending in different directions.
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More recently, my research about local Deaf history and the LaRosh Fund scholarship hasn't received
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the acknowledgment I believed it deserved. Offering these insights feels like extending a hand in
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friendship only to find it remains unclasped.
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I've also experienced a growing discomfort in the museum atmosphere. Where I once freely shared my
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cultural knowledge, I now find myself constrained by an invisible boundary of judgment. The joy of
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cultural exchange has been overshadowed by the weight of unseen scrutiny. What once felt like fertile
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ground for authentic expression now feels like shallow soil where genuine contributions struggle to take
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root.
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Deafhood demands authenticity. It requires spaces where our truths can breathe without constraint.
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When research meets skepticism, when history is treated as malleable rather than sacred, when lived
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experience is subordinated to administrative convenience - these create rifts that widen with time.
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I've been fortunate to witness different styles of leadership during my time at MDHAC. In the past, the
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museum radiated a welcoming energy that made volunteers feel appreciated for their contributions
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rather than merely fulfilling obligations. The atmosphere fostered creativity, mutual respect, and genuine
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community building. Volunteers eagerly returned, knowing their passion for Deaf culture was valued
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above all else. This collaborative spirit has dimmed in recent months, replaced by an environment that
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treats freely given time as a commodity and passion as a resource to be managed. The contrast
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between these approaches is evident in how volunteers now select their days of service, gravitating
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toward times when their contributions are celebrated rather than merely extracted.
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The transformation in visitors' understanding when they grasp that being Deaf isn't about absence but
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presence - a vibrant way of experiencing the world through visual and spatial intelligence - has been
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the most rewarding aspect of my work.
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With this letter, I am formally withdrawing from my dedicated volunteer position as a docent tour guide
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at MDHAC. Like a meteor shower that transforms into individual shooting stars, each carrying wishes
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across the sky, my experiences here have scattered brilliant moments of connection that will illuminate
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paths I've yet to travel.
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I extend my deepest gratitude to everyone at MDHAC who provided the space for me to develop as a
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cultural ambassador. However, the current environment has become increasingly difficult for me to
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navigate. The dismissive treatment of my contributions, changes made to exhibits without consultation,
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and the uncomfortable atmosphere created by certain individuals have effectively pushed me away
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from the institution I once loved serving. These behaviors have transformed from occasional
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frustrations into a pattern that signals my full participation is no longer valued. While these experiences
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have shaped me profoundly, it's clear I must direct my energy where toxic interactions don't impede my
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ability to contribute meaningfully to our community's representation.
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My connection to our cultural heritage remains undiminished. While stepping back from scheduled
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docent responsibilities, I'll continue to visit the museum and participate in special events. Consider this
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not a departure but a transformation - like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, my dedication to our
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shared mission takes a new form while maintaining its essential nature.
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I still believe in MDHAC's potential to be a sanctuary where Deaf culture, art and history can flourish
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authentically. Perhaps when the museum establishes proper governance boundaries and accountability
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structures, when power is distributed rather than concentrated, and when volunteer contributions are
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welcomed rather than redirected, my regular involvement might resume. Until then, I must follow the
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path that allows my energy to flow most freely toward the advancement of our community in the most
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healthy form.
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Even as I shift my position, my commitment to preserving and celebrating our cultural legacy continues
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unabated. Like water finding a new channel, my dedication flows onward, nourishing different ground
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but still part of the same essential river.
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The stars in the night sky don't disappear when they move positions - they simply shine their light from
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a new place. That's what I'm doing now.
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With unwavering dedication to our shared journey,
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Chris Haulmark
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CC: Chriz Dally
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CC: Suz Dennis
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CC: Kim Anderson
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