I was still in high school when I saw "Who Are the DeBolts" on TV, and I'll never get the images out of my head. The child that sticks most in my mind was a lovely Black girl of maybe 8 or 10, with stumps for arms and legs. She could walk and play the marimba with her prosthetics, but she really shone when those prosthetics came off. I can still see her jumping on the bed with her siblings, laughing and so vibrant and alive.
There was nothing sappy or sentimental about "Who Are the DeBolts." Just a family that was a little larger and more diverse than what we're used to. And I think if only for the lesson in valuing diversity, it would be wonderful if this film made a huge comeback.
There was nothing sappy or sentimental about "Who Are the DeBolts." Just a family that was a little larger and more diverse than what we're used to. And I think if only for the lesson in valuing diversity, it would be wonderful if this film made a huge comeback.