10.10.2012
#pkchs
Pecha Kucha: A bunch of people do quick presentations, in which they have six minutes to fly through slides on a screen. They get to talk about whatever they want, which can range from the story of a famous Charleston statue to essentially an extended ad for a new business. As one of Trey's friends noted, these sorts of events are a mixed bag in small cities, and that was the case. Some of the presentations were riveting--others inspired Trey and me to turn to our phones for entertainment.
On the Cistern, where the presenters were doing their thing, they had a big screen, and they projected many of the tweets that people were tweeting about the event. So Trey and I were inspired. Here's what we tweeted, in order (skipping some of the boring ones):
Trey: It seems that Holy City Beard & Mustache Society kicks ass. #pkchs
Trey: OMG SO INSPIRATIONAL (trying to get on the hash tag display board at #pkchs).
Trey: WTF is up with this MC? Is he somebody's nephew? #pkchs
Alison: Pecha Kucha is cool, but, um, y'all, the emcee needs help. #pkchs
Alison: I HATE shopping, Heather. I'm totally on board for you making my clothes. #pkchs
Trey: I like turtles. #pkchs
Alison: @trey and I are sorry for what we said abt the MC. We're sure he's a nice guy. He just needs to introduce speakers quickly. #pkchs
Trey: Hey, the grownups have to go to bed soon. #pkchs
Trey: I was told there would be ponies. #pkchs
Trey: Fuck yeah zines! #pkchs
Alison: Zinefest is going to be amazing! #pkchs
That was my wild night out on the town. Margaret and Susan's presentation was obviously great (they seemed quite well-suited to the quick presentation genre: they had loads of energy, were funny and able to go with the flow, and they knew what they wanted to say). And this morning I've had several cups of coffee to kick myself into gear. Trey wasn't kidding in his tweet about the grownups having to go to bed--I didn't get home until after 10!
10.08.2012
October
| Dancing at the Early Bird Diner |
"It's so cold!" I called out. They laughed and nodded.
Fall is always a wonderful season, but in Charleston it's particularly wonderful. Right now it's sixty degrees. We have our doors and windows open, and I'm drinking a (rare) evening cup of coffee, enjoying how warm the coffee is as cool, rain-scented breezes drift through. I love how cold it feels, how exciting sixty degrees is after a weekend with highs in the high 80s. It makes me want to curl up, to bake something, to scratch Gabe's ever-needy neck.
Leaves don't change color here, but fall arrives in dramatic ways nonetheless.
10.03.2012
Holy crap do little kids love balloons
The title is courtesy of Uncle Trey, who took this picture at a pony party Maybelle went to a couple of weekends ago. This is another 31 for 21 post (really, it'll be more like 20 for 21 I suspect this month, but we'll see).
I don't think I really have to say anything, do I? I mean, good grief, could anybody be having a better time than Maybelle and her friend in this picture?
10.02.2012
George Estreich from The Shape of the Eye: Down Syndrome, Family, and the Stories We Inherit
I'm taking part in this year's 31 for 21 once again. October is Down Syndrome Awareness Month, and although I'm quite scornful of all awareness months (ask us how much Women's and Gender Studies does for Women's History Month: nothing! Because we're doing stuff all year!), I do find this blog project to be cool and useful.
So here's a quote from George Estreich's memoir, in response to books that address cloning and genetic mapping and other scientific projects. This quote happens to relate quite beautifully to my research project:
But the people with Down syndrome don't rate a story; they are not given the human reality that is granted to the author, to other scientists, to hypothetical characters facing reproductive decisions, and even to green-skinned, lung-modified descendants leaving an overcrowded planet.
If our technologies are to benefit people with Down syndrome, then their lives need to become more real to us. Science can illuminate one part of that reality, and technology can affect it. But only story can convey it.
10.01.2012
Eva Feder Kittay quote from 2011
Still more important [than alterations in the physical environment] is the environment of inclusion: of welcoming many sorts of bodies and minds, seeing the world as enriched by this diversity, and embracing the possibilities as well as the challenges presented by those who diverge from the norm.
9.30.2012
Increasing steps toward integration
Thanks to Claire for telling me to look for this article in the NYTimes today. It's called "After a Lifetime in Institutions, a Rocky Trail to a Group Home." The article offers the case study of the process of moving individuals with intellectual disabilities out of a formerly huge state institution in Georgia--Central State Hospital, which was formed in 1842, at one point housed 13,000 people with intellectual disabilities.
13,000 people. Locked up in an institution because parents were told to lock them up, and because there weren't other sources of support for the families out in the world.
The article tells the story of Wally Burns. When he was a year or so old, he wasn't doing what other kids did, so his mom took him to a doctor, who pronounced that he'd never sit, walk, or talk. She proved the doctor wrong, helping her son to learn to walk and speak, but she was the only one providing support for him, and eventually she felt that he was unmanageable and dangerous to himself, so she agreed to go along with the pressure from the doctors and institutionalize him. As the article says, the eight-year-old boy was "screaming and crying and clinging to her legs."
Stuff like this gives me a sick feeling in a way I guess it wouldn't have, back in my pre-Maybelle life. I would have felt outrage, but it would have been a more detached outrage--recognizing injustice, but not feeling the impact of it the way I do now. Burns doesn't have Down syndrome, but doctors have historically given parents patently wrong information about Down syndrome, just as they gave Burns's mom wrong information. I imagined them pulling a crying Maybelle off of me, and thinking about the world that was in place that would have made me think this was the right decision. A child who knew who his mother was, and who was expressing his desire to stay with her, being torn away. The mother believing this was the right decision, because the world was telling her again and again, this is the only thing you can do. You must do it.
I was surprised to learn that there are so many institutions still in existence (Mississippi has 2000 citizens institutionalized right now), but they're all in the process of being dismantled because the Justice Department "in recent years has threatened legal action against states accused of violating the civil rights of thousands of developmentally disabled people by needlessly segregating them." This is heartening. The Americans with Disabilities Act is heartening.
And let me tell you what else is heartening: the Arc of Macon. This is the group they focused on that's building and staffing small group homes for former residents of institutions. The article offered three additional brief stories about residents of Central State moving into Arc of Macon homes, and the stories demonstrated ways in which seeing a person as a person can make a remarkable difference in that person's life. For instance, one person has autism, and due to stress from the move, was banging his head and doing things like smearing feces on the wall. All reasons to say that a person is "beyond help," right? Too much trouble. Instead, Arc of Mason reported,
They noticed that Mr. Lawson liked the showers they gave him after he had dirtied himself, and that he often opened his mouth to drink the water. They wondered: was he acting out, in part, to get into the shower? So they let him shower several times a day and gave him a buzzer to press whenever he was thirsty.Ah, he wasn't beyond help--he was communicating, and they paid attention and understood. Apparently things turned around dramatically for Lawson, who is much more peaceful and goes out into the world now--something he almost never did when he lived in an institution.
I had some problems with the article. It used some really outmoded rhetoric, for one thing. It described Burns early on as "severely mentally retarded," and I was like, "Listen, people, we don't use those words anymore!" Then they described one of his friends twice as "wheelchair-bound." For those of you who are curious, we now say that someone has an intellectual disability and uses a wheelchair. I would circle these as errors on student papers, so I'm sorry that the NYTimes editors didn't do the same.
I was pleased, though, that we got to see how wrong Burns's doctor was. By the end of the article, we read of him dancing to disco, waving when people greet him, and going out every day into the world.
9.26.2012
Finally, the story about the Palmetto Invitational
Awhile back I told you that Biffle, Uncle Trey, Maybelle, and I went to the Palmetto Invitational Classic, a fabulous marching band event. I said that I couldn't tell you about it because I was going to write about it for the Charleston City Paper. So here's the link to that article, which came out today:
"Confronting segregation in Charleston: An invitation."
And one other thing completely unrelated to the article. Maybelle is sleeping late this morning (it's 7:34 and she's still asleep!), and I'm letting her. I get that as a four year old, she's at the age when I probably need to wake her up if she's not awake in time to get ready for school. I get that I will probably regret making this choice.
But when was the last time I had a cup of coffee, blogged, and read my friends' blogs alone in the quiet house in the morning? Let's see, I guess that would be four years ago. I'm enjoying it.
