Hold That Head!

Lately I have been endeavoring to send letters of recommendation to colleges and universities across the U.S. on behalf of students who are applying to graduate schools.

I only write letters for those students whose work and preparation will make them successful graduate students and accordingly the process of writing these letters is fairly pleasant. (It feels good to say that Casper Hauser will be a credit to the profession, whatever that profession might be. He has, after all, come a long way from the feral state that characterized his former days.)

The "thing" that does not feel good is the relative inaccessibility of the various online recommendation websites that some of these colleges and universities are now using.

If you use screenreading software for the blind you will be able to access some of these sites, but others are largely inaccessible.

Well that’s no big deal. After all, stores like Target have resisted making their websites accessible for years. Even when there isn’t some kind of organized hostility to electronic or digital accessibility, there’s a cluelessness and systemic inattention to accessibility in all kinds of areas that intersect with higher education. I could go on and on about this topic but I need to maintain my equilibrium today.

Two of these online recommendation sites have form fields that screenreading software can’t engage and when you write the "help" line you actually get an e-mail that asks you to enter your problem in another inaccessible place.

I hold my head. I spit gently into my hanky and proceed.

S.K.

The Easy Things

There’s a poem I particularly like by Robert Bly entitled “Eleven O’clock at Night” in which the poet lies down in his bed and wonders about the usefulness of his day. Bly asks the all important question: “What did I accomplish today?”

Some years ago I found a sermon, written by my paternal grandfather—it was in Finnish but the title in translation was: “What Does God Ask of You Now?”

I was only 19 or so when I found that sermon and after translating the title I scoffed. “What a silly, old fashioned and entirely dark sensibility,” I thought. I was “hip” after all, and accordingly I was filled with adolescent despair and a lot of bad ideas from the sixties including “don’t trust anyone over thirty.”

My Finnish grandfather was an immigrant to the United States. He was a Lutheran minister and he offered church services in rural Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, and in his later years to the Finns who worked in the leather tanning factories and quarries in Massachusetts.

I have recently heard civic officials in more than one American city say in public that providing basic services to people who have disabilities is too difficult. I won’t name the towns and I won’t disclose the identities of the Babbit-like city council types—at least not for now. There are plenty of blockheads on the planet’s surface and I’ll risk carpal tunnel if I start typing their names.

My point in this instance is that providing special education to kids in our public schools, or putting in accessible curb cuts are no longer “choices” in the old-fashioned sense—at least the Americans with Disabilities Act says so.

Yet all over America (and even in relatively prosperous towns) one sees and hears a kind of adopted scarcity rhetoric when it comes to the provision of basic civil rights.

Here’s how the thinking that I’m alluding to actually works:

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Lip Service for All

What’s the difference between a kiss and lip service? I’ve been pondering this during our current political season. In the running of the political bulls we’re now in the "gotcha" part of the race when every campaign is out to demonstrate the white lies being tossed off by the competition. This is a proper phase in a free election and there’s nothing wrong with it.

Except for one thing: there’s a vast difference between a kiss and lip service. Most of our nation’s contemporary problems are systemic and they are not simply matters of human character. "Character" as promulgated by the ultra-conservative machinery is just another variant of lip service. When the GOP candidates say that the private sector can take care of the nation’s health crisis you’re getting lip service. When the Dems say that we need to become a neo-isolationist nation and turn the Pentagon into condos, well, you get the point.

My lip service radar is highly tuned because I see how people with disabilities are getting the lip all the time. Lately I’ve been in the market for a blind friendly cell phone and shame on Verizon for not having one. Shame on Apple for producing generation after generation of blind unfriendly computers and mobile products. Shame on the nation’s airports for relentlessly offering horrific passenger assistance for people with disabilities. I’ve been manhandled and talked down to by sub-contracted wheelchair pushers in airports from Philadelphia to Seattle and back again. I’m proud of the fact that I can maintain my sense of humor around 80 per cent of the time. I think that’s a pretty good record when someone is routinely treated like a trash bag by airport personnel.

As I say, we’re a nation given over to lip service. It’s been almost twenty years since the adoption of the Americans with Disabilities Act and still there are very few blind friendly electronic products available. In Iowa City, Iowa, where I now live, I see scores of shops and restaurants that are entirely inaccessible: these are businesses that would otherwise think of themselves as being progressive. I mentioned to one local coffee shop that they ought to remove the chairs and tables from a wheelchair ramp and they stared at me as though I was asking them to turn cat litter into Christmas cookies. Lip service.

And notice how few of the candidates have mentioned disability in any of the debates so far. That’s because tackling the nation’s health care crisis will be as big a job as restoring our nation’s economy under the New Deal. Tens of millions of Americans are about to become disabled as the population ages. Current plans call for them to live in the streets. Lip.

Someone has to lead this nation on a crusade for equitable and humane social services and for enforcement of our national civil rights laws.

The GOP’s sentimental and nostalgic idea that Reaganism is the cure is entirely misplaced. We need a restoration of government by and for the people and that means decent public housing and education; equal health care for all; and yes, it might mean that those with deeper pockets might have to pay some taxes.

In the meantime I wonder if people with disabilities will be able to vote in Ohio this coming fall. I fear that while the candidates argue about who has the best character the people who have health care or mobility issues are still getting the lip.

S.K.

A Must for All You Moms Out There. Dads, you'll like it too.

To all you Moms out there reading this, let’s thank my sister for sending me this GEM.  Tell me you can’t relate!  Although I will say that I first heard the line and if all your friends jumped off a bridge from my father, not my mother…

I had never heard of Anita Renfroe before now.  Am I the only one? 

~ Connie

Disability Blog Carnival: A Few of Our Favorite Things

Andrea is buzzing as only she can as "an insect psychologist" and this time she’s posted on behalf of the Disability Blog Carnival.  Her carnival theme is "A Few of Our Favorite Things" and she informs us "these tend to fall into three categories:  technology that enables us to do things, creature comforts, and human interaction."

Carnival hosts and participants love feedback as it’s what makes us all feel connected.  So grab some cookies and milk, stop by Andrea’s place, and say hello to the bloggers you meet!

On the Bright Side

When the call went out for entries for a disability blog carnival having to do with “a few of my favorite things” I must admit that I scratched my head. Then I scratched my head again. Sometimes I can just sit and scratch for indecent amounts of time.

The call for blog posts having to do with one’s “favorite things” didn’t suggest that one had to write about disability, and yet I persisted with my scratching because (of course) "my favorite things” becomes a far more challenging and complex topic when filtered through the grinder of disability.

It’s not so easy to sing like Julie Andrews about the simple pleasures of puppies and snow on one’s eyelashes when the electric wheelchair is unable to get through the unshoveled crosswalks or the dog guide user is told that she or he can’t come into a restaurant though the law permits guide dogs everywhere. For me, the daily remembrance that people with disabilities remain marginally employed in the United States is sufficient to keep me from singing like Maria von Trapp.

Still its possible to say with honesty that there are beautiful dimensions to living life with one or more disabilities, and it remains important for people with disabilities to say so.

Of course I can’t speak for the entire dairy industry—I can’t even speak for the cheese makers. I certainly shouldn’t be read as a spokesperson for all blind or visually impaired people. And with that cautionary rubric out of the way, here are a few of my favorite things about blindness:

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Oh, to be Connected Again!

We’re baaaaaaack.  Back online, that is.  It’s been a week since we’ve
had internet connection and I must admit, I have mixed emotions about
the fact that I’ve missed access to the "world wide web" as much as I
have.  No newspaper, no TV, no internet – it’s a strange kind of
isolation. 

But today, even though the U of Iowa has cancelled classes and there’s
a travel advisory due to the ice storm, a rep from "Qwest" arrived at
our doorstep to connect us to the rest of the world.  It’s good to be
back.

Thanks, Tim.

~ Connie

Dodging Snowflakes

We’re in!

The moving truck was loaded up on Tuesday and left Worthington, OH for Iowa City by 2:00 p.m.  That night Columbus experienced the first snow storm of the season.  Maggie, Roscoe and I left town, our van loaded down with "essentials", on Wednesday morning during the peak of the storm.  Thankfully an hour west and the roads were clear…

Thursday morning the truck arrived at our new home.  By 3:00 the guys were finished unloading our possessions, just as snowflakes started falling again.  It was the start of "my" first Iowa blizzard. 

I’m ready for a long winter’s nap.

~ Connie

Dear Friends,

Thank you to those of you who left lovely comments on my last post, "How Love Works".  Blue Girl, I removed the "Ho".  Thanks for the heads up.  I have no idea how I did that…

How Love Works

The thing about packing up the contents of a house as you prepare to move is that it’s possible to stumble on things you forgot you have.  I recently stumbled on this poem, written for me by Steve.  I don’t recall when.  I posted this today, December 5th,  just before leaving our old home in Worthington, OH, where we raised our two teenagers, to drive to our new home in Iowa City, where we’ll settle in as empty nesters.  There, I’m sure we will find "the new green of fresh belief".   There we’re going to create magic. 

~ Connie

How Love Works

Sometimes if you’re lucky you get to write something
For someone you love. This is a magic circumstance.
Like going to the lakeshore and tossing in a feather and a stone.
The stone floats of course, and someone you haven’t seen in years
Turns up at your door–and the dear light of spring spins through the poplars
And the neighborhood is filled with the new green of fresh belief.
Birds are part of this. Victory tailed swallows and the marsh wren
And the happenstance birds without names, all stray
Into view though you weren’t searching for ideas
Or magic or forgetfulness —
Love without direction or sense –winged love
Stirred by impossible light.
Small things hove into sight. Wings. leaves. houses
Where once you were happy, will be
Then happy again
There at home in the lessons and days of love.

–for Connie


 

Cell Phones for Soldiers

Two teenage siblings, Brittany and Robbie Bergquist of
Massachusetts, learned several years ago of an army reservist who owed
$7600 for making phone calls home from Iraq.  Initially, they raided
their piggy banks and held car washes in an effort to help this
reservist meet his bills.

"We take for granted our ability to call home and speak to our families.  The troops don’t do that…" — Brittany, 16

Since then, the Bergquists have founded "Cell Phones for Soldiers"
which they manage from their home.  In doing so, they’ve provided more
than 24 million minutes (worth $1.4 million) in the form of more than
400.000 phone cards.  That breaks down to approximately 25,000 one-hour
phone cards sent overseas each month.  Their ultimate goal: "a phone
card a month for each of the more than 185,000 U.S. service members in
Iraq, Afghanistan and the Person Gulf".

They need our help.  Recycle your old cell phones and help support our troops.  Cell Phones for Soldiers solicits
unwanted cell-phones, sells them to a recycler for about $5 each, uses
the proceeds to buy prepaid phone cards that are shipped to the war
zone.

To donate a "Cell Phone for Soldiers" (including all makes and
models, chargers, batteries, accessories, BlackBerry PDA’s and pagers,
go to www.cellphonesforsoldiers.com/locateDropoff.htmlTo download a postage paid shipping label, go to www.cellphonesforsoldiers.com/shippingLabel-generic.html and send to:

Cell Phones for Soldiers
c/o ReCellular
2555 Bishop Circle West
Dexter, MI 48130

A hearty congratulations to Brittany and Robbie.  This is quite an
accomplishment for two young people.  And quite a gift for members of
our armed services and their families and friends.

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