the outcasts of the
outcastes become the leaders of today... the ones we used to
throw away to die.... And there's more than one way to be
"Eighteen months ago, before I
learned about the disability rights movement, I did not want
to be associated with anything, or anybody, that had to do
with disability. I
would not align myself with the losing
team. Today my friends in
the movement are teaching me how to accept my disability and
carry myself with pride. In working to free our people, I
is central to life with
disability. By our very existence, we transgress. Society
shuts us out. We react to that banishment not with anger but
with abiding shame
"[Charity is] pity peddling,
merchandising. The money
doesn't go to the people who are pitied. It's a bait and
switch tactic. People who are labeled are the bait.
I don't think so. I didn't even skip school on Senior Skip
Day. But eventually I ended up right in the middle of the
action... The getting arrested part wasn't so bad. Imagine
being incarcerated [in a nursing home] when your
only crime is disability and your day of freedom comes when
you get that one last ride in a big black hearse."
are no more evil than the
average run of human beings. But their office gives them
license to do evil things on behalf of institutions which
they would almost never do as private persons....
driver grabbed my feet as
they dragged me feet-first, head-down, into that bus. My
hands reached out to grab something -- anything -- to keep
from falling. When we reached the seat, they had me facing
the rear of the bus, straddled on an armrest.
to the hysterical, historical year of 1998
The photo on the MiCasa page is by Tom Olin.
The fundsucker cartoon is by Scott Chambers.