Idina Menzel performing ‘Let It Go’ live with Jimmy Fallon and The Roots on The Tonight Show.
If you’re feeling down, watch this :)
By Heather Yaden, Rutgers University ’11
March 1st, 2014 was a day of mourning. Vigils, organized by self-advocates and allies, took place across the country to mourn the loss of people with disabilities murdered by their families or caregivers. This tradition, still in its early years, seeks to memorialize victims of a long-standing atrocity. A list of known murder cases (see below for full list) reaching back to only 1993 contains more than 100 names. Since last year’s Day of Mourning, ten more names have been added to the list.
when someone like me is murdered, the media sympathizes with the murderer.
our ableist society believes i would be better off dead. that all of you would be better off for never having known me. that if my parents had killed me — slowly, messily, painfully, brutally — as soon as they found me difficult to deal with, they would not have deserved to be sentenced as if they had killed a human being, but more as if they’d committed something like cruelty to animals. a slap on the wrist, a token punishment, while reporters with sympathetic faces talked sadly about the burden of caring for a child with autism.
according to this society, this media, i do not exist. there are no autistic adults. there are certainly no happy autistic adults, in healthy marriages, with thriving friendships and productive work lives. there are no kind autistics. no laughing autistics. no loving autistics. no creative autistics.
only monsters to be [shot, strangled, gassed, stabbed, burned] for their own good.
i know that for most of you, disability rights isn’t your cause, and that’s okay. you can’t give your time to every single cause. you’re just one person. if race, gender, sexuality, etc is the most important thing to you, i don’t think less of you for that. but i’m asking you to take a moment to look into this cause, to at least understand that this is real. the problem isn’t just that we’re underrepresented and misportrayed in fiction, that we’re discriminated against and abused by schools, employers, police, and government programs, that organizations claiming to speak for us often speak over us.
the problem is that we are being murdered.
"We’re roughly the same age, we both have two brothers — mine are annoying — we both grew up in middle-class homes with spirited, big-hearted mothers who encouraged us to do something valuable and interesting with our lives. We both went from public high schools to distinguished women’s colleges. …We both went on to graduate school at Yale.Where Hillary aimed her life and where it landed was evident very early on. While I was a cheerleader, she was the president of the student government. Where I was the lead in all three musicals, people who know her tell me she should never be encouraged to sing. Regardless, she has turned out to be the voice of her generation. I’m an actress, and she is the real deal.”
bad/offensive representation is not representation
marginalized people do not and have no obligation to accept shitty representation
Virginia Woolf, The Years. London: Hogarth Press, 1937. Dust jacket designed by Vanessa Bell.
"Mornings which are neither quiet nor heavenly, but mixed of hell and ecstasy: never have I had such a hot balloon in my head as re-writing The Years: because it’s so long; and the pressure is so terrific. But I will use all my art to keep my head sane."
— Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry dated 12 September 1935.