Tag Archive for 'disadvantage'

Michael Savage is a drongo

I could have used many harsher terms, but I was exhausted from outrage and despair after reading his latest, and couldn’t really give him my best invective.

Apparently, despite decades of study from medical and childhood health professions, Michael Savage knows better than all of them when it comes to autism. (Like so many of his fellow cultural warrior pundits, an awful lot of it boils down to WIMMIN R DOIN IT RONG (AS USUAL (COZ WIMMIN R LOOSRS)), but there’s a nasty side-dish of JUST SNAP OUT OF IT)

That’s what autism is. What do you mean they scream and they’re silent? They don’t have a father around to tell them, ‘Don’t act like a moron. You’ll get nowhere in life. Stop acting like a putz. Straighten up. Act like a man. Don’t sit there crying and screaming, idiot.’” Savage concluded, “[I]f I behaved like a fool, my father called me a fool. And he said to me, ‘Don’t behave like a fool.’ The worst thing he said — ‘Don’t behave like a fool. Don’t be anybody’s dummy. Don’t sound like an idiot. Don’t act like a girl. Don’t cry.’ That’s what I was raised with. That’s what you should raise your children with. Stop with the sensitivity training. You’re turning your son into a girl, and you’re turning your nation into a nation of losers and beaten men. That’s why we have the politicians we have.

Basically? F*ck you and that ablist, misogynist high horse you’re riding, Savage. Continue reading ‘Michael Savage is a drongo’

Disability and body image and reality tv

I’m not sure if it’s in the BBC’s charter, but the venerable public broadcaster is allegedly trying to reach out to people with disabilities, and to increase social awareness of disability issues. Through such charming initiatives as their online Paris Hilton like trash celeb persona – “Disability Bitch”:

“Hi, I’m Disability Bitch. I’m disabled and I love it. Everyone should be disabled. Everyone should be like me.

“I own an extensive collection of colour-coordinated wigs and an even more extensive collection of colour-coordinated mobility aids, all of which complement my natural beauty…

Whatevs, darl. But there’s more. She’s not an all purpose disability bitch, but part of a reality tv franchise. In pursuit of its social inclusion agenda, the BBC is running a reality tv show – “Britain’s Missing Top Model” – the premise of which is that chicks missing limbs or in chairs can also be teh hotness and get to be in glossy fashion mags. It’s “Stylish, sassy, chic … disabled?”… The idea, I guess, is supposed to be that disability is no barrier to objectification. Continue reading ‘Disability and body image and reality tv’

Lisa Bufano

I’ve been wanting for ages to find a pretext for posting this, but I can’t, so I’m giving up and just posting it. Hey, it’s Friday night! Check out the amazing dance work of Lisa Bufano, a quadruple amputee who lost all her fingers and had a bilateral below knee amputation at age 21 due to toxic shock. I’ve been following her work as an artist – including her amazing dolls and her various performance art intertubes endeavours – for quite a few years now. It’s fabulous to see her now coming into her own as a recognised and celebrated dancer. You can read an article about Lisa at Girlistic Magazine’s Feminism and Fashion issue (scroll down through the pdf to page 24) – which looks at the feminist politics of her work – and you can have a look at her more recent dance work via vodcasts downloadable from her website.

Originally focused on animation and doll making as a means to explore her body, in 2005 she turned the tables and made her body the focus of her creative expression, exploring dance and performance.

Image courtesy of Strange Dolls.

She and I share a leg. In a way!

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In defence of Britney Spears

I am not an admirer of Britney Spear’s music, and even less so of the persona of what may be termed “conspicuous Christianity” which she and her family hawked around during the earlier part of her career. Nevertheless, I think it’s past time someone called a halt to the current media exploitation of her current personal misfortunes and the morbid, schadenfreude-drenched voyeurism of the audiences which watch and read about them.

What is at stake here? Let me explain anecdotally. At both the primary and the secondary school I attended, there was one child who obviously suffered from a psychiatric disability – in one case an autism spectrum disorder, in the other case an extreme sensitivity to teasing by the other kids which would often end in an explosion of crying and screaming. Both boys, particularly the latter, were treated mercilessly by the other children as sources of amusement and would often be surrounded by packs of boys gleefully anticipating, and stoking up, the spectacle. This behaviour, disgraceful as it was, was nevertheless symptomatic of the times (the 1970s) and the culture – it was considered OK, and even good fun, to taunt and ridicule people with obvious psychiatric disabilities who were in no position to strike back or defend themselves.

As much as we would like to think we have moved on, and without denying that attitudes towards mental health have become less unenlightened in recent years, I can’t help seeing a similarity and a continuity between the current media circus surrounding Britney Spears and the behaviour of my Melbourne schoolmates in the 1970s. It is almost certain that the woman is suffering from a fairly serious psychiatric disability (and perhaps related disabilities of substance dependence), and that this is a large part of the cause of her well-publicised unusual and/or dysfunctional behaviour. An enlightened and compassionate culture would regard this as a matter for sadness, concern and sympathy, and would want to support any efforts towards recovery by Spears and those around her. Instead, her plight is a source of endless public mirth and of fat profits for the commercial media which feed it.
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Cherry Darling

The representation of people with disabilities in cinema has long been a bone of contention with both cultural critics and people with disabilities. [There's a nifty bibliography with many links here.] Too much of the time, disabilities are portrayed within the bounds of three narratives – the evil crip, the super crip and the piteous crip. More recently, questions have been raised about why able bodied actors are used to portray people with disabilities. For example, there’s an interesting testimony by amputee actress Anita Hollander on how she got bounced from the Sopranos cast and ended up as a “consultant” and a “stump double” for the actress who portrayed the Russian amputee hired as Tony’s mom’s nurse. There are some notable exceptions – such as the casting of Amy Purdy in What’s Bugging Seth, but you wouldn’t have seen that film outside the North American indie film festival circuit.

At the San Diego Comic Con recently, Lacey Henderson got a fabulous reception from the assembled geeks for her portrayal of Cherry Darling with the machine gun leg from Grindhouse. Which kinda begs the question – although she doesn’t have the star power of Rose McGowan, wouldn’t she have been a better pick to portray Cherry Darling in the first place?

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Disabled in a disaster? Just wait until we’ve helped all the real people, all right?

Lauredhel had a post a few days ago noting the plight of a quadriplegic man abandoned while the ablebodied passengers were evacuated during the train breakdown on the Sydney Harbour Bridge recently and told he would be evacuated “in two or three days”. (Luckily nearby construction workers showed some initiative and rescued him using a forklift.)

Apparently this was not just a regrettable lapse or someone’s wires getting crossed about emergency procedure, it’s standard operating procedure for CityRail: CityRail’s new generation of passenger carriages have been designed with no facility for evacuating wheelchairs at all.

A CityRail spokeswoman confirmed last night wheelchair passengers would not be able to access the evacuation ramps and must wait for a stretcher in an emergency on the new public-private partnership-funded trains.

The Paraplegic and Quadriplegic Association of NSW and Spinal Cord Injuries Australia fear the system will place wheelchair passengers at greater risk than able-bodied passengers.

They are worried that disabled travellers would be forgotten in a terrorist incident like the July bombings of the London Underground.

ParaQuad spokeswoman Deborah Schofield said evacuating wheelchair passengers from the side of the train posed a problem inside tunnels. Continue reading ‘Disabled in a disaster? Just wait until we’ve helped all the real people, all right?’

QUT: The university for the surreal world

Not only does QUT Vice-Chancellor Peter Coaldrake apparently think that humanities and social science are an unnecessary piece of flim-flam for a real world institution, he seemingly also completely fails to grasp the value of freedom of speech. I was critical, in an earlier post, of the actions of QUT academics John Hookham and Gary MacLennan in attacking a PhD student’s thesis (then titled Laughing at the Disabled) in the pages of The Australian. I still think their actions were wrong, both in terms of how the student was treated and in using his thesis as a pretext for a beat-up about the evils of post-structuralism. However, suspending those two academics for six months without pay seems a totally over the top reaction. QUT appears determined to trash its own reputation, and to act in any fashion other than what would be reasonably expected from a university.

Andrew Bartlett has a must read and comprehensive post including links to the extensive discussion of this affair on YouTube. Andrew’s conclusion:

I still believe that suspending people for six months without pay for being publicly critical is excessive and very dangerous. I’m sure QUT didn’t like being criticised so publicly and harshly, or the people behind the thesis, but it’s hard not to get the feeling that all academics are being sent the very strong message that academic freedom of speech and debate ceases to apply when it comes to any criticism of one’s own University, and presumably their funding sources and opportunities too. As the Courier-Mail editorial notes, it will make every academic think twice before speaking out.

Update: It’s been pointed out to me via email that Coaldrake hasn’t actually justified the decision of the disciplinary tribunal in detail. If it is the case that there are other grounds than those that are apparent from the reaction from Hookham and MacLennan, then the onus really is on him to specify what those are. A bit of transparency might help unravel this whole affair.

Further update: More comment from John Quiggin. Peter Black rounds up the links around the blogosphere.

The Australian reports today:

TWO academics suspended from Queensland University of Technology have been warned they may face possible further misconduct charges.

Another update: The comments on the Courier Mail blog’s post on this issue are well worth a read.

International CFS Awareness Day

is today, the anniversary of Florence Nightingale’s birth.

Too many people flippantly dismiss Myalgic Ecephalitis and/or Chronic Fatigue Syndrome as “yuppie flu” and a mere psychosomatic illness, despite mounting evidence that CFS is a genuine disorder of the immune system and leads to chronic debilitating metabolic impairment.

The immunological and metabolic abnormalities associated with CFS are measurable, so long as one can convince one’s doctor to have the tests done. This is not an imaginary disorder based on lack of willpower or seeking attention.

Next year, any one of you could be incapable of reading this blog anywhere other than your bed.

Further reading

From Robyn Riley at the Herald Sun: Cruelty of Chronic Fatigue

From my new co-blogger at Hoyden About Town, Lauredhel:
Stop and think: invisible access for invisible disabilities

MPs shocked, utterly shocked

A cautionary tale from across the ditch: Maia, of Capitalism Bad, Tree Pretty, has a post up in the sad told-you-so category, Politicians Shocked About Predictable Consequences of their Policies. The policy in this case was New Zealand’s public health system privatising the provision of disability support, with contracts for assistance services put out to tender to for-profit companies.

Surprise, surprise. Disabled people are not getting the services they are entitled to, and the contractors who won the tenders are complaining that they can’t find enough employees willing to do the necessary work, especially on late shifts and weekends. As Maia points out, the news article she links has missed some important words in their reportage here on the absence of willing workers here, and those words are “when they pay near minimum wage”.

The MPs who were shocked, shocked I tell you, are either fools or liars (usually both). When you subcontract services out to companies with the lowest tender you drive down wag[e]s. In fact that’s usually one of the main points of this subcontracting.

Quite.

crossposted at Hoyden About Town

Reprise: What’s it like to have one leg?

I don’t blog on disability issues very much, but I noticed at tigtog’s place a link to a blog that’s new to me – The Gimp Parade, and also via that link, I became aware of one of the very many multifaceted blog carnivals that tigtog has also previously blogged about here – in this instance, the disability carnival. So I thought I might give this post a rerun, originally written (with the aid of quite a few gin and tonics, so please be kind to me) almost two years ago, because I’d like to participate. I hope reposting it might also be justified because I think LP has a wider and different audience than back in July 05. LP was a bit more of an intimate place back then, and the post feels a bit raw to me now, but I’d still stand by it. Hope it’s of interest to folks who may not have seen it the first time around.

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Dear NSW Liberals and your media mates: judge not lest ye be judged!

Let me begin this post with a sad, potentially very sad, story which turned out to have a happy ending.
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“Laughing at the disabled”

Update: I’ve written a post on the latest development in this affair, the suspension of Hookham and MacLennan for six months without pay, which I think is a completely over the top reaction, and says something very dodgy about QUT. I still hold to my original criticism of the two academics, but the chilling effect of this over-reaction on freedom of speech is deeply worrying.

The latest entry in the culture wars comes from QUT academics John Hookham and Gary Maclennan, who wrote an op/ed in The Australian yesterday, which in true Donnelly-esque style, was recycled in the same rag as news.

A PhD student’s TV comedy about disabled people has sparked outrage from senior academics and prompted an investigation. Michael Noonan’s thesis, “Laughing at the disabled: Creating comedy that confronts, offends and entertains”, has been attacked for its reality TV-style depiction of two intellectually disabled men interviewing locals in a country pub.

Gary MacLennan and John Hookham, of Queensland University of Technology’s film and television school, believe that work such as Mr Noonan’s is being validated under the rubric of postmodernist or poststructuralist thought, where “you abandon any idea of individual worth”.

“For us, this is symptomatic of a wider intellectual and moral problem,” Dr MacLennan said.

I want to make two points about this. One about the ethical questions raised by the op/ed itself, and the second about the politics of laughter and disability.

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Concern trolls

The vileness of the American conservative noise machine is unbelievable. Even more unbelievable is the fact that the mainstream media constantly picks up on right wing talking points (saves journos and hosts from having to think for themselves). The latest case in point is the new stock anti-Edwards line – he’s placing ambition over compassion by continuing to run for President while his wife, Elizabeth, has incurable cancer. The sub themes are “what about the kiddies?” and “he won’t be an effective President if his wife is dying”. All of this is to second guess an incredibly difficult decision, and perhaps worse, to totally ignore Elizabeth Edwards’ own will.

It started with Rush Limbaugh:

Political people are different than you and I. And, you know, most people when told a family member’s been diagnosed with the kind of cancer Elizabeth Edwards has, they turn to God. The Edwards turned to the campaign.

That’s where it should have stopped, but it didn’t.

Cancer survivor Jane Hamsher tracks the spread of this meme at Firedoglake. And Crooks and Liars writes on its wholehearted and sickening transmission to Katie Couric on 60 Minutes. Atrios cuts to the quick:

I think one of the worst habits we have is telling other people not just how they’re supposed to live their lives, but what the appropriate emotional responses to life events – births, deaths, triumphs, tragedies – are supposed to be. While we’re not all twisted freaks like Rush Limbaugh, I think the impulse is a fairly universal one.

People who get a serious illness, or become disabled, lose both their agency and their humanity in the eyes of many. They become freaks who have to prove they are human in every interaction, and have to reassert their own agency at every moment.

For some reason the most natural and seemingly healthy impulse – to go on with your life as you had intended to the best of your ability – seems to be the most alien to those not experiencing a tragic illness.

As someone who has been through cancer, I can only nod and wholeheartedly agree.

Casuistry Challenge IX

This is partly a riff from my previous post about Pamela Bone’s absurd attack on “Western feminists” for alleged blindness to the concerns and rights of women in the developing world (well, actually, she only mentioned women in Islamic countries, but hey…). I don’t want to re-open that debate here, and I’m not going to debate it again myself, but I did want to note an excellent post from Helen at Cast Iron Balcony (cross-posted at Surfdom), who shared my reticence to even bother with Bone, but when she did, made some very powerful points. And also her link to another excellent post from hilzoy at Obsidian Wings wherein she asks why war is seen as the most appropriate solution to a range of problems. She’s constructed a really powerful argument that war is not the answer to tyranny or a deficit of democracy. Why war indeed? It would be interesting to analyse the bellicosity of the chicken hawks in terms of gender relations, but that’s another post, I guess.

What I did want to share was a deep ambivalence I have about one particular campaign to draw attention to the plight of women in Angola who’ve lost limbs through landmines. In some instances, they ran across a mine because they were escaping violence – either domestic or military. In others, they were tending fields because male relatives had been killed, imprisoned or abducted.

What’s ethically ambiguous about this project? The way in which it’s framed as a Miss Landmine Contest. The site says:

Conceived and directed by Norwegian artist Morten Traavik, the MISS LANDMINE project puts the global landmine problem and its survivors in the spotlight in a new, celebratory and life-affirming way.

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Barry Humphries, voice of his generation

Much of Barry Humphries & Friends – Back With A Vengeance! has the feel of a greatest-hits concert. Dame Edna can still effortlessly embarrass audience members, and Humphries’ grasp of his old home town is remarkable for a man who has spent most of his life away from it. And Les Patterson’s crassness can still raise a hearty laugh. But these characters, hilarious as they are, did not have the contemporary political and social bite that they once did. The joke, these days, is partly about the incongruity of the characters themselves; when seemingly half the British arts world is run by Aussie expats, Sir Les is a chance to laugh at the Australia we once were, not the Australia we like to think of ourselves as today.
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