I know something about being “marked” as disability is always a performance. I am on the street in a conditional way: allowed or not allowed, accepted or not accepted according to the prejudices and educational attainments of others. And because I’ve been disabled since childhood I’ve lived with this dance of provisional life ever since I was small. In effect, if you have a disability, every neighborhood is a gated community.
via www.planet-of-the-blind.com
I'm reposting this piece about the intersection of Trayvon Martin's tragedy and disability.
Planet of the Blind 