The poet Issa said “I wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind” and today I’m waving my skinny arms. Waving and flapping. For I’ve just watched speeches from today’s “Fiftieth Anniversary” of Martin Luther King Jr’s march on Washington and Lordy I’m hearing from the MSNBC pundit crowd that nowadays civil rights means more than just our ethnic identity–it means LGBT and Latino. And no one says the “D” word. Disability wasn’t spoken from the rostrum or in the talking heads section. I was not surprised for neo-liberal culture has a hang up with disability and that’s nothing new. But I’m flapping out here in the wind. Will probably do it all my days.
As Issa would say: “before birth, after birth, that’s where you are now”–let’s just keep shining out here in the meadow like a red hot autumn chrysanthemum.
Planet of the Blind 