Summer Work: Disney Here I Come

I love to read the New York Post. It is the epitome of tabloid journalism. The NY Post has no redeeming value aside from funny headlines and good coverage of my favorite hockey team, the NY Rangers. I am very careful not to read the news or what passes for the news. Today I was amused to read an "exclusive" article, "Rich Manhattan Moms Hire Handicapped Tour Guides so Kids Can Cut Lines at Disney World, by Tara Palmeri. The article is so dreadful and meaningless I refuse to provide a link. Just use your imagination--that is good enough for NY Post journalists. The article prompted my good friend friend Stephen Kuusisto to write a post on his wonderfully imaginative blog Planet of the Blind. Gawker, Jezebel and the Gothamist "reported" about the NY Post story. Better yet, Wednesday Martin, a social anthropologist discovered the scheme.  Martin has a new book out, Primates of Park Avenue, and works as a writer. She has a PhD in comparative literature from Yale University. How this makes her an anthropologist I am not so sure. But we are dealing with the NY Post, facts are optional. What I loved about this story is the effort to make it sound as though a lurid under ground economy exists. I am here to tell you yes we crippled men and women cheat. We steal. We manipulate. We are, in short, human beings. Oh, the horror!

The NY Post story had me on the floor laughing when I read about "black-market Disney guides" and the existence of a "rogue guide service". But wait there is more--yes, this service is available to only to  "Manhattan's private School set". The inside information is passed around in a "ritualistic manner". You cannot make this shit up. Investigative journalism in the world of Ruppert Murdock. We are doomed!  Now I could get ornery like my friend Steve Kuusisto did, (http://www.planet-of-the-blind.com/), and with good reason. Like Steve, I too am upset what he calls "able bodied outrage" over the myriad of perks we people with a disability supposedly enjoy. But not me, no sir, I am not mad, angry, or upset. I see an opportunity. The real question for me is do I want to react as a heartless capitalistic pig or as an outraged person with a disability. A third options exists too--have the Society for Disability Studies investigate the matter. The SDS meetings are going to be held--you guessed it--in Disney Land. Sorry, but I cannot help but keep on laughing. Let me explore the possibilities.

First, heartless capitalistic pig option. Dream Tours, identified as the "black marketers" charge $130 an hour and charge $1,040 for an eight hour day. I will undercut Dream Tours. I will put on my pathetic cripple costume and look particularly needy. But wait there is more! I will charge a flat fee of $1,000 and include free sun screen. But wait there is, you guessed it, even more. I will provide PBJ sandwiches and juice boxes. For medical emergencies we can use Disney's readily available epipen for bee stings. Bees love those juice boxes kiddies. Nothing but the best for tawny well heeled parents from Manhattan. Sorry, Nobu is a bit out of my realm of experience.  Just think how hungry you will be after eating nothing but a soggy PBJ like your maid made when you were little. 

Second, outraged cripple approach. This is not a money maker. Think of this as an Americanized Survivor episode minus the exotic location. I get to travel with the Manhattan family to Florida. We can wait and hope an Access A Ride bus shows up to take us all to JFK. Sorry no limos for the crippled. I fear NPR would broadcast yet another story about how disability is in reality a total scam. Upon arrival we hope the elevator works. A big if but today we are lucky.  We get to wait in line to hand off our luggage to friendly airport workers. Of course, none will speak with me because I have the cripple plague. After waiting in line for over an hour we make our way to the gate. The agent is of course is thrilled to see a crippled family member. We can observe the delighted gate agent spend 10 minutes entering obscure codes into the computer and inform us we will "pre-board". Needless to say this will not go well. The trained professionals that arrive late are disinterested, have no clue what they are doing, and do not speak a word of English. Overlooking these mere inconveniences, we board and then get to watch every single person exit the plane upon arrival and wait and wait and wait and wait... Um, and wait for similarly well trained employees to get off the plane. Of course this assumes my wheelchair was not damaged because the crew insisted it be stored in the belly of the plane. Somehow my privileged crippled status and multiple perks r.e. airport travel will not go over well.

Three, an investigation performed by the SDS. Oh God save me. First, we will need to organize a committee. The committee will create a panel discussion. 19,000 emails will exchanged by interested parties and posted on every listsev known to humankind. One year later the committee will reconvene to discuss the panels findings. The results are not conclusive. Another panel will be formed, papers presented and 29,000 emails exchanged. A new president of the SDS will take over and declare the approach used to date was ableist from a Foucaultian perspective. Yet another panel will be formed. More papers delivered, 39,000 emails will be exchanged. A report will be issued five years later. It is a wonderful report. By God, it is a publishable quality report that puts a dagger in the heart of social and economic inequality. Temple University Press is thrilled. The acquisition editor is thrilled. The report is edited by all parties involved and sent out for scholarly review. Two years later the reviews come back. This is important work. Editing is needed but we are good to go. The revisions take two years, warp speed in academia, and nearly a decade later the SDS weighs in. Disney should consider the symbolic significance of creating a line for people who have atypical bodies. This questionable policy could cause people unfamiliar with disability culture to resent the presence of the other.  The SDS implores Disney to reconsider their approach to difference.  Perhaps a committee could be formed. 

Satire, you gotta love it. Apologies to all.

Assisted Suicide in Vermont: I am Worried

It appears assisted suicide legislation will soon pass into law in the state of Vermont. The Vermont State Senate voted 17-13 to pass the Patient Choice at the End of Life Act. The bill will be sent to back to the House and Governor Peter Shumlin is expected to sign the bill into law. This news has created a buzz because Vermont will become the third state in the nation to pass such legislation.  Proponents of assisted suicide legislation surely consider this a great victory (Thaddeus Pope at Medical Futility was down right gleeful, see http://medicalfutility.blogspot.com/2013/05/vermont-to-legalize-aid-in-dying.html). Opponents of assisted suicide such as the Death with Dignity Center, Vermont Right to Life Committee, Second Thoughts and Not Dead Yet are disappointed.

I am not surprised this bill was passed into law. Vermont, a small rural state with a small population, is a cultural entity unto itself. I deeply admire Vermonters. I have spent a lot of time in Vermont since I started skiing. But I am not a Vermonter and this is an important fact. For some Vermonters being from a different state disqualifies me from stating an opinion pro or con about Vermont legislation.  I get his. I am a New Yorker, an outsider. My business via ski tourism is welcome but I should butt out of Vermonters business. I get this. I do not come across many Vermonters stating an opinion about New York legislation. Vermont embraces an especially tough rugged type of individualism. I get this. Americans of every stripe embrace and value individual freedom. We applaud independence and a strong work ethic. And wow do the people of Vermont work hard.  The Vermonters I have met and skied with are good people. The very best in fact. Vermont really has communities that work together in ways I admire. If you doubt me read about the response to the recent hurricanes. In the face of a natural disaster Vermonters went out of their way to help others and rebuild roads and bridges at warp speed.  

If Vermonters are so great why did they pass assisted suicide legislation that I consider potentially dangerous?  I would speculate Vermonters have embraced a type of individualism that does not permit them to think about vulnerable populations and the risks they can encounter. I get this. Vermonters are individuals and members of a strong and vibrant community. We will take care of our own. We will care for the sick, elderly and disabled. I contend not every person is part of a community in Vermont. There are socially isolated people who have no social connections. This is an afront to Vermonters. 

Again, I admire the individualism and work ethic of Vermonters. So let me appeal and provide a Vermont based example of the risks I worry about when it comes to assisted suicide legislation. Amanda Baggs has Autism. She lives in Burlington Vermont. As many have already detailed, Baggs was recently seriously ill and in need of having a JG Tube inserted.  This is an ordinary surgical procedure and in Baggs case would undoubtedly be life saving. Yet this is not what some Vermont doctors thought was was the best course of action. They pressured Baggs to consider the “alternative”. The “alternative” here was death. Thankfully Baggs experience generated a strong response on the part of the Autistic community in particular and the disability rights community in general.  I could state much more about the response to Baggs experience but I want to remain Vermont specific. Rachel Cohen-Rottenberg, until recently a resident of Vermont, and person with Autism wrote: 

There has been a great deal made lately of the so-called right to die — the right of terminally ill patients to obtain a lethal dose of medication in order to end their lives. Advocates for “death with dignity” believe that they can put enough safeguards in place to ensure that people are able to make a free and autonomous decision, protected from outside pressure at the hands of parties who do not have their best interests at heart. Under our current system, the very notion of this kind of autonomy is a dangerous myth. There can be no free and autonomous decision to die with dignity when people who want to live with dignity are not encouraged to live — when the very idea that they can live with dignity is not even on the radar of the doctor who walks into the room. Let’s face it: disabled people represent the failure of the medical profession to live up to the mythology our culture has built around it — that cures are right around the corner, that medical science is all powerful, that life can be made perfect and pain free, and that even death can be put off indefinitely. People with disabilities are an affront to a culture that idolizes the medical profession and assigns it all kinds of power it does not have. The myths by which we live fail abruptly in the presence of a person with disabilities, and doctors are no more immune from the power of those myths than anyone else.

For more by Rachel Cohen Rottenberg see: http://www.disabilityandrepresentation.com/author/admin/

Cohen-Rottenberg's last line is chilling—“doctors are no more immune from the power of those myths than anyone else”.  Until 2010 I refused to believe a physician could be so biased (yes, I was that naive). I revere education and knowledge and refused to believe such a physician could be grossly biased against a population of people. This is what education is all about—instilling the ability to reason, to see shades of gray in a black and white world, to notice subtle nuances, and be free of bias. One experience in a hospital late at night shattered that illusion for me. It was a soul crushing experience I tried to bury with all my heart and all my soul. See:http://www.thehastingscenter.org/Publications/HCR/Detail.aspx?id=5905  My experience, Amanda Baggs and an unknown number of others is exactly why I am worried--it is why all people should be worried. Like it or not, vulnerable populations exist in every state. In every state where assisted suicide is legal vulnerable populations are at an increased risk. Proponents of assisted suicide legislation scoff my concerns. They quickly point out no abuse I worry about has ever taken place in Oregon and Washington. What these people fail to mention is that state required reporting accounts for not much more than the barest demographics of the person that ended their life. Under state required reporting my experience and Baggs experience would not come to light. In fact Baggs and I are lucky. We had family and friends. Yes, I am indeed worried. What happens to those who are isolated and alone? What happens to an elderly person that has outlived his family and friends? What happens to a terminally ill person who is all alone? What happens to those with severe disabilities--especially those with profound cognitive disabilities? What happens to a person with a severe mental illness? Who will support and protect these people?  I hope Vermonters will heed my words and think about these questions. 

A Unique if Not Gross Dog Story

If you do not like dogs, labrador retrievers in particular, stop reading. I am not joking. Last night I got a delivery of groceries (this my guilty pleasure). I emptied all the bags on my counter and started thinking of meals to prepare. I love to cook and have become adept at making small meal portions that I freeze. I am happy as I cook and listen to the radio with interest as to how the Mets will do. Matt Harvey was going to be pitching later and he is a budding star. I was making multiple meals. I made four fancy hamburgers. I doctored up pasta sauce with lots of onions and home made meatballs. I cooked up some beets and put fresh chives on them. I made a chicken and bean sprout dish. I am set for at least a week in terms of meals. Life is very good.

My black lab Kate loves it when I cook. I am a sloppy cook and nothing that falls on the floor is left to chance. Kate watches me like a hawk. The minute I move away from the stove top she rushes over to eat and lick the floor clean. Last night was no exception. Kate is thrilled when carrots, a bit of meat, an onion, celery or any food item hits the floor.  She is like a vacuum. I am cutting and chopping away when I notice Kate is even more interested in me than usual. She is laying down on all fours and starts to inch closer to me. Surely I am not going to notice. But this is out of the norm. I chalk her creeping towards me to the smells of garlic, onion and cooking meat. I ignore her until I realize she is directly under my wheelchair and licking the floor with gusto. Her unadulterated joy is palatable. However, inching under my wheelchair in the kitchen is not allowed. She only goes under my wheelchair when she is afraid or feels danger is nearby. Something is clearly going on. I did not drop a big piece of meat on the floor or make any other sort of spill that would cause such happiness on her part. I order her to move and I discover the source of her pleasure.  I scratched my toe agains the brick wall in my kitchen and am bleeding. I am bleeding a lot. Kate likes my blood.  Scratch that. Kate loves to lick my blood. It gives her unparalleled joy that is rivaled only by her second favorite thing to lick--cream, specifically aquaphor. What is a single cripple guy supposed to do? I need put a band aide on my toe and douse it with hydrogen peroxide. My skin and wound care kit is in my bathroom. I am still bleeding and will leave a blood trail I do not want to clean up. Then it dawns on me I need not worry. Kate will follow me all the way to the bathroom and clean the floor with joy and vigor.

My toe is fine and Kate appears no worse for the wear. I was a bit worried about her though. Licking up blood cannot be good for her but I put my mind at ease--she was her usual energetic self in the morning. Her tail was wagging away and she had love in her eyes. Her entire body was pulsing with energy and was dying for me to get up and play. What a great relationship I have with her. The bond we share is humbling. I am as devoted to her as she is to me. But I have a confession. Kate is a unique dog. Like me, she does not understand bipedal people. In fact she is terrified of steps, a fear that I find fascinating but understandable. Steps are not relevant to her life or mine. She also has no clue how to physically move around people that are bipedal. If a person is walking toward her she does not move. Not an inch. She expects a bipedal person to alter their direction. In contrast, Kate understands wheelchair movement. She knows exactly what to do once I move or any other person using a wheelchair moves. Although Kate is highly social, she prefers to interact with people that use a wheelchair. Line up a dozen people, one of whom uses a wheelchair, and she will go to that individual every time. She will put her chin on this person's thigh. This has led me to wonder about the bond I share with her. Am I closer to her than your typical, meaning bipedal, dog owner? Does she know I am different? If so, is she protective of me? Does she sense the social stigma associated with wheelchair use? Sadly, I will never know the answer to these questions. I will end with this thought as it is time to go outside with Kate and have some fun.

Critics of this Bad Cripple Take Note

Being a self-professed bad cripple does not endear me to everyone that runs across my blog. In fact I routinely get angry email and comments that borders on hate. I read these emails because they bother me. It has never been my intent to hurt others and I am often taken aback at how my words are misunderstood or why they prompt deep seeded anger. Regardless, my words have enraged some people and a friend once told me I piss people off in a nontraditional manner (a comment I am not sure how to take). Sometimes it is a specific post that incites angry replies; my analysis of the video Purple Feather posted in April 2011 still generates fury. Recently one reader commented:

Are you aware of what people with a disability have to live on. It's not much… Until you know anything about anyone who has to ask for help, I suggest you volunteer with the physically challenged. Learn about their life. See how they struggle to make ends meet… You have to be out of your fucking mind. I wish for you that you are incapacitated for the rest of your life (hit by a car, burned in a fire, shot in the spine… and then I'd love to see you begging on the street. I'd give you money and a very long speech on KARMA. Good luck to you. I hope you get that heart transplant that you desperately need. You're not a fucking idiot. You are cruel… When you actually learn what it's like to live with a disability then you should comment on these types of videos. Until that time. you should keep your thoughts to yourself.

Most angry email I get is associated with hot button issues. For instance, everything I have written about growth attenuation or the so called Ashley Treatment prompts a visceral response. I have gotten hundreds emails from people who rail against my opposition to growth attenuation. Suffice it to say, the email I get in this regard makes the comment above appear polite. Critical email often accuses me of not knowing anything about the subject I am discussing. In terms of growth attenuation this is partly correct. I have not raised a child with a cognitive and physical deficit and yet feel comfortable being a staunch opponent of growth attenuation. I try hard to reply to severely critical email in a neutral way. I defend my views and refuse to be baited into replying in anger.

One group of people who have consistently taken me to task are those with a spinal cord injury that have devoted much if not all their time to a cure for paralysis. I do not understand the fury that has been directed at me by those involved in what I call the cure industry or the Christopher Reeve School of Paralysis. When Reeve was injured in 1995 I grossly underestimated the impact he would have on the cultural perception of spinal cord injury. I have been severely critical of Reeve and once published a diatribe entitled “Wishing for Kryptonite” in the Ragged Edge. I will readily admit I have not been diplomatic in my criticism of Reeve and the cure industry. While I am no longer disturbed, the fact remains Reeve fundamentally altered the way spinal cord injury was perceived. Last year I wrote: Reeve cemented an antiquated perception of disability. Disability is a fate worse than death. It is a singular experience, a tragic experience. The "job" for all people with a spinal cord injury is to seek a cure to paralysis. No risk is too great. No procedure too risky. No amount of money is too much. No matter what the focus is always on walking. High tech medicine is embraced even if it is shockingly expensive and impractical. Think the exoskeleton. Reeve also helped establish the idea that if we cannot be cured today then our paralyzed bodies must be maintained in good working order. This is a full time job unto itself. It can require a staff of people as Reeve had. But it requires total dedication. A family, job, and social life is of secondary importance.

A singular focus on cure post spinal cord injury is hard for me to comprehend. Simply put, I have never perceived using a wheelchair as inherently inferior to bipedal locomotion. I do not compare my paralyzed body to a typical body. I do not bifurcate my life into pre and post injury. My utter lack of interest in a cure for paralysis was once commonplace. In the Christopher Reeve era, a belief in cure is increasingly common and is indicative of a significant cultural shift. When I was paralyzed my peers and I spoke of our future and railed against the stigma associated with our spoiled identity. Today, newly paralyzed people have no connection with old timers such as myself. Few know anything about the disability rights movement and I get a sense some expect to leave rehabilitation with a new adapted van and ADA accessible home. The lack of concern—what will I do now—worries me. Far too many people with a recent spinal cord injury make a Faustian bargain: they will focus on cure and if it does not come at some point in the future they will reevaluate their life. Too often this re-evaluation will be harsh and deadly.  Christina Symanski is a perfect example; her overwhelming negative assessment of life post spinal cord injury and decision to end her life by not eating and drinking is no longer unusual. I don’t get it. She wrote:

Unless you've been in my shoes, I have a hard time absorbing any justifications, or reasoning as to why I MUST, or SHOULD continue to suffer. I'm not just referring to "quadriplegics" in general. I'm talking about women, with high level complete spinal cord injuries, that are in their thirties, that were injured in their twenties, that have no children, that lost a career, that have IBS, and that suffer from daily bouts of autonomic dysreflexia. If you are one of the few people on the planet that fit in that category, by all means, share your insight, and advice on coping with me.  If you don't belong in my boat, please save your judgment, and just take a moment to think what you might do in my situation, and how you might want to be treated... Imagine needing to ask someone for every need; from scratching an itch, to brushing your teeth, to tying your shoes. I can guarantee you, from experience, that your worst fantasies, would not do justice, to the reality of actually living this way. I have lived on both sides of the fence, both as an able bodied adult, and as a disabled adult. I know exactly what I'm missing out on, and how much better life could be.

I too know life pre and post spinal cord injury. My life pre and post spinal cord injury have been wonderful. I have led a privileged life. Like any other person I have had my fair share of trials and tribulations. I was married and divorced, an experience I do not recommend. I had a severe skin wound in 2010 and spent almost a year in bed recovering (and many more months recovering from being in bed so long). On the positive side of the ledger I earned a PhD from Columbia University, have published widely, taught at the university level, and have had the great joy of being a father.  All in all life has been and continues to be sweet.

A cure to spinal cord injury was not relevant in 1978 when I was paralyzed nor is it important to me in 2013. For some, my lack of interest in a cure prompts anger. One of my most strident critics wrote that “I know your school, and have seen dozens of minds and spirits broken by it”. I am not really sure how I break spirits and minds by embracing an identity tied to disability and disability rights; however, this charge has been levied by others. Some comments have been very harsh. In one of my earliest posts circa October 2007, “Why Focus on Cure”, I questioned the larger significance of Christan Zaccagnino’s decision to go to China for a surgical procedure designed to cure or improve her functioning. Ms. Zaccagnino commented “I am mrs zaccagnino and you have no idea what you are talking about asshole.” Another person wrote: I pity you Bad Cripple. You preach equality for disabeled persons in wheelchairs and criticize Ms. Zaccagnino for her decision to think beyond her condition and strive for her dream of walking again. I walk on two legs and I dont consider myself Ms. Zaccagnino equal, because she is exceptional. I can only pray to have half her strength, perseverance and passion. Her will and positivity seem to be beyond what your acrimonious logic can comprehend. "Why focus on a cure?" because some are unwilling to accept anything less then their dreams. Shame on you to disparage those who dreams. Shame on you.

I remain perplexed by these comments. I have repeatedly stated a cure for spinal cord injury is a laudable goal. If a person wants to focus their life around a cure to spinal cord injury so be it. I have not nor will I ever comment on the current status of advances in the cure for spinal cord injury. People devoted to cure know far more than I ever will. But I do have the right to question and analyze the larger social significance of this effort and the impact it has on the lives of all people with a disability. I am afterall a disability studies scholar and activist. I have recently begun to wonder though if some of those dedicated to a cure for spinal cord injury are creating a cult like existence for themselves. Even the slightest criticism of the cure industry prompts a strong reaction. For instance I have recently taken some heat from those involved with Rutgers University Care Cure Forum. This website offers a dizzy array of over 70 different forums. I find little of value in the Care Cure forum despite the fact I look at it every few months (I am specifically looking at comments on sports equipment). I am decidedly uncomfortable with the praise heaped upon Wise Young of the W.M. Keck Center. “The mission of the W. M. Keck Center for Collaborative Neuroscience is the development of effective treatments for acute and chronic spinal cord injuries and to move these discoveries from laboratory to human lives as rapidly as possible.” I do not take exception to this goal but I do worry about the impact it has on the lives of people with a recent spinal cord injury. The same can be said when I look at other powerful institutions such as the Reeve Foundation and the Miami Project that push for a cure to spinal cord injury. There is a zealous following to the cure industry I am simply divorced from. I am not willing to spend my limited time searching out clinical trials when I encounter needless bias every time I leave my home. I have always maintained the problems associated with spinal cord injury are largely social. Of course some people struggle with paralysis. For instance, Symanski went into great detail about her physical struggles with her bowels and autonomic dysrelexia. I always end up returning to what Robert Murphy wrote long ago—disability is a social malady. And this is where I think our resources and efforts need to be directed. Social supports that make life possible post spinal cord injury. So to my critics I say more power to you. I wish you well and consider us to be on parallel tracks.  Go ahead and focus on cure. It is an altruistic goal. I on the other hand prefer to focus on equal rights.   

Hard to Believe: Sports Illustrated, Teddy Kremer and Feel Good Stories

Last week I saw your typical feel good story on the news. Teddy Kremer, a 30 year old man with Down Syndrome served as honorary bat boy for the Cincinnatti Reds. The game was a blow out. the Reds won 11-1. What was of interest, the "heart warming" story, was Teddy Kremer's request. He asked Todd Frazier to hit a home run. In archetypical baseball lore dating back to Babe Ruth Frazier came through. He hit a bomb to deep center field. No big deal given the game was well out of hand. What took place when he crossed home plate became the story. Teddy Kremer was thrilled. I recall watching the highlights and am not afraid to admit I got teary eyed. Talk about joy and love for the game! Teddy Kremer expressed such raw emotion it brought back vivid memories from my own childhood when I lived and died with each and every NY Mets win or loss in 1969. Baseball with all its ups and downs, heart breaks and joy filled my life at a time when I was morbidly sick and hospitalized. Oh the look on the face of Kremer and Frazier. Even the prerequisite umpire's stony faced veneer cracked--he had a wide grin on his face as he watched Kramer. The crowd cheered louder for Teddy Kremer's reaction than it did for Frazier's home run. And this is exactly where I expected the story to end. A classic feel good moment in baseball. Numerous local television stations showed the video clip. See it for yourself:

I forgot about Teddy Kremer until yesterday when I read a great article by Paul Daugherty in Sports Illustrated entitled "Reds Batboy with Down Syndrome a Great Story, But it Shouldn't End". Link: http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/mlb/news/20130423/teddy-kremer/ Daugherty acknowledges feel good stories are easy to write and an integral part of baseball lore. ESPN has taken interest in Kramer as has the Speaker of the House John Boehner. Kremer already had some familiarity with the Reds. He served as batboy in August 2012 (his parents won a silent auction at a fund raiser and paid $300). According to Daugherty, Kremer has been batboy twice. The publicity has been uniformly positive. Again, this is where 99% of stories end--especially in sport reporting. But not this time. Daugherty argues that "its time to do better. Kremer's story can't end here. Worse, it can't continue the same as now, with Kremer the 30 year old man making cameos racking Reds bats, whenever the sentiment strikes. The mascoting of  Teddy has to end before it stops being wonderful and becomes something far less. These stories have to become more nuanced as our society has become more attuned with the lives of our citizens with disabilities. There is a subtle bend in the road, where good and right run head on into patronizing and exploitive. That curve hasn't been reached. But its just up there in the near distance. The next time Kremer is at Great American Ball Park it should be as an employee of the team". 

When I read the above I almost fell out out of my wheelchair. I read that passage again and again. Sports Illustrated bemoaning feel good stories? Sports Illustrated calling for a more nuanced understanding of disability? I am stunned. Reds chief operating officer  Phil Castellini is quoted as stating Kramer is "incredibly capable. He could do all kinds of stuff. I could put him in customer service any where in the building and he'd continue to put smiles on people's faces". Teddy Kremer's mother notes that her son has worked a few part time jobs and employment with the Reds would be a huge boost to his self esteem. She also soberly notes he would need to learn how to use the mass transit system.

The above is a radical departure from your typical story about disability. I have been energized by the fact this story appeared in a staid publication such as Sports Illustrated. This is about as mainstream as one can get. Buzzed on too much tea this morning I started dreaming big. The Reds could hire Kramer and many other capable men and women who have Down Syndrome. They could foster a relationship with the Down Syndrome community and become not just an employer but powerful advocate for people with Down Syndrome. I can dream bigger! Major League Baseball could become the spearhead for a work program for people with a host of disabilities. MLB could encourage (require) all teams to hire people with a disability. One could even make the case that every team employ a certain percentage of people with a disability. This could be marketed as the next great social revolution in baseball history. The effort could be tied to Jackie Robinson's legacy as the first black man to break the color line. Label this jobs program something catchy like "42's Legacy" and build the infrastructure for a jobs program. Just think of the exposure. Tens of millions of people who attend baseball games would encounter people with disabilities who are employed. This could truly revolutionize people's perception of disability. If Americans understand anything it is baseball and work. Wow, I am dreaming big today!

ADAPT Protests: A Veritable Black Hole

I have always deeply admired ADAPT. I half jokingly refer to them as the Special Forces of the disability rights movement.  ADAPT was formed in 1978, the year I was paralyzed.  Those interested in the disability rights movement are familiar with the history of ADAPT (American Disabled  for Attendant Programs Today). Briefly, ADAPT was started by 19 disability rights activists in Denver. These men and women surrounded a Denver bus at the corner of Colfax and Broadway.  Like virtually every bus in the United States, Denver mass transit buses had no wheelchair lift. 19 proud and pissed off people surrounded an inaccessible bus, disrupted service and loudly proclaimed they were not going to leave. It was civil disobedience at its very best. The Denver demonstration had a domino affect. Comparable protests took place in other cities. Success however did not come quickly. It was not until 1982 that Denver ordered 89 accessible buses. Other cities quickly followed Denver's lead, including New York City. Today, bus service in NYC and most major cities is reliable and accessible.

I have been thinking about the humble origins of ADAPT. ADAPT still exists and remains on the front lines of the battle for disability rights. In fact ADAPT has been in Washington DC protesting. Arrests have been made. 41 in fact. I would think this is a news worthy event. I recall last year ADAPT made the mainstream news in part thanks to the arrest of the actor Noah Wyle. Since ADAPT arrived in Washington DC a few days ago I have scoured various news outlets for stories. I found a grand total of none. Not one. Google the web: "ADAPT protests Washington DC" and one will find references to last year's arrest of Wyle. Not a word has been written about the actions of ADPT this year. Not one article in the Washington newspapers, Huffington Post, New York Times, CNN, MSNBC, etc. It is as though ADAPT is protesting in a black hole. I find this deeply disturbing. The visuals ADAPT presents are striking. Hundreds of people with every sort of disability one can imagine protesting. Long lines of wheelchairs going down the street. Juxtapose protestors with disabilities against the iconic buildings of Washington DC and one would think this would sell a lot of newspapers and get television viewers to tune in. Um, no. And thus I wonder why. Why is ADAPT being ignored by every major news outlet? I think the complete lack of attention is based on the deeply internalized belief that disability is first and foremost a medical issue. Disability is not about a disenfranchised population of people but rather a highly individualized physical deficit. I have railed against this line of thinking consistently as has ADAPT, Not Dead Yet, the Disability Rights and Education Defense Fund, and many other disability rights groups too numerous to mention.

As I see it, ADPAT actions in Washington primary aim is to galvanize the disability rights movement. I wish this were not the case. In fact I wish the media would give ADAPT the attention they deserve. Disability is a social problem--a point the vast majority of people do not understand. I find it fascinating how disability based bias is acted out. As Mary Johnson, long time editor of the Ragged Edge, pointed out  it is not as though people are taught to be biased against people with a disability. People are taught disability is different--again we people with a disability are "special". When we fly on a plane we need to special serves. We get a special education. We have special buses. We have special entrances to buildings. We have special schools. We have special lifts and elevators. None of this is taught. People suck up this idea of special like a sponge. I was think of this when I saw the video below:

As noted on the video the police completely ignored protestors that used a wheelchair. Instead the police go after a bipedal protestor and take him down with force. The police took down this bipedal man who could not hear because it is an ordinary event. The visuals are mundane. The outcome is clear: the man will be arrested and released. Why did the police utterly ignore protestors that used a wheelchair? I am willing to bet they dismissed the protestors that used a wheelchair without thought. This is how deeply ingrained disability bias runs. Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps the police knew all their accessible paddy wagons were in use.  Maybe they were instructed wheelchair dumping was not permitted. Wheelchair dumping is a police procedure in which the police come up behind a person using a wheelchair and lift the back of the wheelchair up and dump the person on the ground. This is exactly the sort of imagery that makes the police look bad. You do not dump people out of their wheelchairs. This is socially unacceptable.

The only way to follow ADAPT is via their website and social media. See http://www.adapt.org/ Many people associated with ADAPT have been  posting photographs on Facebook. The images are striking and uplifting--note I avoided the word inspiring. ADAPT is uplifting in the sense I am encouraged that so many people are willing to devote their time and energy to a civil rights cause.  Many people are willing to travel to Washington and brave the streets where they could be subject to arrest. These people have my utmost respect. In the post 9/11 era I am not willing to take such a risk. While I admire people willing to to dissent and protest, I fear retaliation and arrest given the Patriot Act can be used and abused. I was shaken by the actions of the government in Boston. Martial Law was declared. Tanks and hummers were deployed. Black hawk helicopters flew over people's homes. The excessive show of force was a shock to me. The suspension of civil liberties, such as walking outside your door step, stunning. All this in the name of national security. All this to apprehend a 19 year old man. So yes I fear the national security state and am delighted to know some of my peers are willing to protest.

NYC Taxi Service: Bloomberg as Bigot

New York City taxi service is unique and in many cases reflects the culture of the city itself. If you use a wheelchair NYC taxi service is on par with Third World countries. It is uniformly bad--bad as in biblically bad. Taxi drivers as a group are uniformly hostile to any person with a disability. A special disdain exists if you use a wheelchair or have a guide dog and exhibit the temerity to hail a cab. Lots of tricks are employed, required really, to get a taxi in NYC. My friend Steve Kuusisto who uses a guide dog gets hotel doormen to hail a cab for him. I too have used this ploy. I prefer to ask a well dressed man or woman to hail a cab for me. I wait in hiding between parked cars. When the taxi stops I emerge and grab the door so the taxis cannot pull away. I have been cursed at, screamed at, and been called a bastard in many different languages. Gee, I get the feeling I am not a valued customer.

NYC taxi driver hostility has not changed much in the last twenty years. On the rare instance I hail a taxi I assume the driver will be hostile. Taxi driver hostility directed at people with a disability is significantly worse in my opinion. The increased hostility stems from the Bloomberg administration public and baseless opposition to making the taxi fleet, the so called taxi of tomorrow, wheelchair accessible.  Bloomberg has made some outlandish statements that are devoid of reality. My favorite was Bloomberg's suggestion that hailing cab from the street was too dangerous for a person that used a wheelchair. I also heard Bloomberg state it was too costly to make the taxis accessible. Worse yet, taxis would be heavier and less fuel efficient. Bloomberg noted taxi drivers in accessible taxis would be very far away from the passenger and would lose out on tips. None of Bloomberg's statements made to date have a foundation in truth. If you doubt me I suggest you read pretty much anything Simi Linton has written. She has spear-headed the opposition to Bloomberg and earned my utmost respect. Go Simi go! 

This morning I was surfing the internet and came across the following: http://www.accessibledispatch.com/ This site is fantasy land. It is so preposterous I do not even know where to begin. Accessible Dispatch is a slick little site. If you had never been to NYC or hailed a taxi in any city in the world one could think hey this is cool. Phrases such a "the city awaits you" and "its about inclusion" are highlighted on the welcome page. Under How it works is the following: "Once our service is requested, we will dispatch one of New York City's wheelchair accessible taxicabs directly to your pick up location in Manhattan. Accessible Dispatch is available 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and requires absolutely no advanced reservations, although you may place an advance service order if you so wish. There are currently 233 yellow wheelchair accessible taxicabs operating in the city of New York". A person that uses a wheelchair can send a text, phone call, use an app or order a taxi on line. Here is what the website and Bloomberg gloss over. There are over 23,000 taxis in New York City. 233 are accessible. The odds of finding an accessible taxi going by you are less than 2% In Bloomberg logic what is the best way to address this gross inequity? Create a dispatch service. Really? Somehow I do not feel ever so special. 

Imagine this: You need a cab. It is April. It is Friday at 6:30PM. A huge thunderstorm is approaching. It is windy and cold. You are near Madison Square Garden and the Knicks are playing. Taxi after taxi is blowing by you. And what does the Bloomberg administration suggest you do? Call or text for a taxi. How long will one wait? Um, till hell freezes over. Honestly, think about this scenario. Really think hard. Consider the ADA was passed into law 22 years ago. You use a wheelchair and according to the Federal Government have the same civil rights as all those bipedal people with their hands up hailing a taxi. Taxi after taxi stops for bipedal people. What are we people who use a wheelchair supposed to do? Call or text for a taxi? Use an app? Give me a break. Have you ever tried to use 311? Good luck with an endless chain of menus that go nowhere.  What gets me the most is the leap in logic made by the Bloomberg administration. Who uses a wheelchair? Meek jobless wenches such as myself happy for any handout the almighty bipedal humans will dole out. Our lives cannot compare to the honorable Mayor Bloomberg. And yes there I go again. The bitter cripple with a chip on my shoulder who wants to takeout all his anger out on others. What is not considered is where that anger is coming from. Could it be that I get the shaft every time I try to hail a taxi, get on a plane or a train? Could it be that my civil rights are violated virtually every time I go outside my home? This is where my anger stems from--commonplace and socially sanctioned bias. The word used to describe the sort of civil rights violations I experience is bigotry. Am I mad? You bet your ass I am. My anger has nothing to do with my paralysis or use of a wheelchair. My anger does not come from some pathological form of narcissism. It is never all about me. It is about the next person with a disability and the fervent wish that person does not encounter the same needless social and architectural barriers I had to dismantle. 

Addendum: Please see comments for correction from Taxis for All director.