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Below, I have pasted in an Associated Press article about how Geogia Governor Sonny Perdue has appointed a new czar to oversee the implementation of the Supreme Court’s Olmstead decision.  The article doesn’t mention ADAPT’s non-violent direct action that drew Perdue’s attention to this issue (recall we took over the state capitol on Columbus Day) and “suggested” this exact solution (it was in our list of demands).  But ADAPT is not in it for the credit.  We are in it to FREE OUR PEOPLE and some work was done toward that aim in Georgia!  In our best chanting voice, everyone together now, “Sonny PerdUE! We thank YOU!” (repeat 109x).

“Janes to head Ga. plan to better care for disabled”

ATLANTA (AP)  Gov. Sonny Perdue has announced he is appointing William Janes to oversee a plan to improve services for those with mental and developmental disabilities.

Perdue said Friday that Janes will be a key asset as the state’s Olmstead Coordinator and knows the best way to serve that community.

A 1999 U.S. Supreme Court case found that the Americans With Disabilities Act requires states to care for elderly and disabled people within their communities, not institutions, whenever possible.

Tommy Olmstead was commissioner of the Georgia Department of Human Resources at the time and had been sued by two institutionalized women who sought community-based care.

Janes most recently directed Florida’s Office of Drug Control and was assistant secretary of substance abuse and mental health in Florida’s Department of Children and Families.

So, my netbook decided to start hating the hotel wireless in Atlanta and I never had the time or inclination to buy the wireless service when I moved on to DC, so here I am back in MI wanting to say something at least about the final 2 days of the Atlanta ADAPT action!

Tuesday was, by far, the most intense of the 3 days of direct action.  We assembled in the ballroom, as it was still raining, before venturing forth to the Health and Human Services Office of Civil Rights regional headquarters.

Our aim was to start an authentic conversation about enforcing the Olmstead supreme court decision in Georgia and the surrounding south eastern region.  Complying with this ADA case law would mean providing long term care services to people with disabilities in the least restrictive setting, namely, not an institution.  The case was decided a decade ago, in 1999, but there are not mechanisms in place for the government to hold itself accountable to the ruling.  ADAPT showed up in force to raise this issue in a way that a few local “advocates” cannot do on their own with polite phone calls and letters.  This is not to diminish the efforts of those in Atlanta working every day to free our people.  However, there comes a time when power is so unbalanced that direct action is the only way to create the tension necessary to force dialogue.  This is where non-violence steps in.  It was many of those phone callers and letter writers who asked ADAPT to come to Atlanta to seek the justice promised by Olmstead and many of them were with us the entire way.  Georgia seems very fired up and ready to push back.  We are all ADAPT.

Non-violence up against the security barricade in the very crowded lobby of HHS OCR

So, we basically blew past security and forced our way into HHS OCR.  A few hundred of us made it inside, and I was one of those who made it through the door but not past the security barricade.  A few hundred more ADAPTers were outside, blockading the front entrance and displaying our orange banners, decrying the government’s inaction when it comes to getting folks with disabilities out of the ghettos and warehouses.  Inside, there was quite a bit of chanting and some overzealous security guards (who we later began referring to as “rentacops”) actually turned to violence.  I had seen folks manhandled before at ADAPT actions, especially non-chair users, but the reaction of these guards was not anything anyone expected.  We were loud but peaceful and these guys started picking off and forcefully cuffing anyone who was walking while being loud.  This pissed me off quite a bit because it implies that those the guards perceived as non-disabled must be the leaders.  At one point, a guard told a women I was sitting next to that doesn’t have an obvious physical disability that she was “putting all of these people in danger and there are better ways of doing things.”  I don’t think he expected me to tell him off in a very cool, but assertive way, explaining that I had driven all the way from MI to be there and hadn’t been tricked or even asked by someone without a disability to be there.  I then explained that not only was this my free choice, but I had become convinced that non-violent direct action and civil disobedience were necessary, highly effective negotiation tools after reading Martin Luther King’s book Why We Can’t Wait, documenting the Birmingham anti-segregation sit ins and all of the strategies behind them.  This gaurd was a very large, intimidating black man but I think my explanation about King struck a chord with him.  He more or less shut up the rest of the time and I actually caught him subtly tapping his foot to the beat of our Community Choice Song later.  Some of the other guards were not so willing to talk.  I saw one kid who jumped over the baricade wall knocked to the ground face first and put in a headlock as he was being cuffed.  Did I mention he was an amputee who jumped out of his chair as he went over the wall?  Another young man, without a physical disability that I could see, was actually thrown by an angry guard head first into a marble wall.  No one from ADAPT, that I know of reacted with violence.  We were true to the tradition of fighting for civil rights without physical violence.  It is through a willingness to experience violence without reacting with violence that we will find justice.  Ultimately, the suits at HHS OCR agreed to a meeting the next day that resulted in a promise to put in place mechanisms to enforce Olmstead.  There were some pretty badly bruised ADAPTers, but no one was seriously injured.

After, eating lunch on the HHS OCR patio, ADAPT formed up again and pulled off a SECOND action at the regional headquarters of the office of Housing and Urban Development.  By that time, the police really were starting to understand what ADAPT was in Atlanta to do and that we were not a typical group of mild mannered, smiling cripples.  I, however, was a smiling cripple when we moved out toward the HUD office and a police helicopter began circling over us in anticipation of where we were marching to next!  This made me proud.  It made me feel like those with power were taking notice of us, finally, and showed us some degree of respect, even if it was respect through fear.  HUD was mostly a more mild encounter.  Laura, another MI ADAPTer who was in the first wave that blasted through the door, experienced some violence when a guard at the elevator bank grabbed her chair’s joystick and crashed her, legs first, into a pile of chairs when she refused to move.  She took some bruises that day.  Ultimately, we were successful there too.  We were offered a meeting in a matter of minutes, which resulted in promises to improve the accessibility of low income housing in that region.  This was a meeting that Georgians had been trying to get for, literally, years.

The next day, it was still raining.  ADAPT made its move on CNN’s world headquarters.   I’ve thought a lot about why the media has ignored our issue for decades and am persuaded by Chomsky’s analysis of how the media serves corporate power.  Not that CNN is in bed with the nursing home lobby, but the media’s first priority is to bring in advertising revenue and long term care is not an issue that will keep the folks with the buying power tuned in.  White picket fence suburbia wants to know about the swine flu and balloon boy and so that is what is aired to maximize profits.  Soccer moms and 6 pack dads can’t always relate quickly and easily to the community based long term care issue (although they could definitely get it if it was presented in the right way).  It is confusing and often seen as something that only affects a small, stigmatized group (of course, this isn’t true as nearly everyone will aquire a disability from aging and require long term care eventually).  Anyway, we got the attention of CNN and generated some interest in a follow up segment to try and make up for a mistake made by CNN’s medical guru Sanjay Gupta, who mistakenly explained that the community choice act had something to do with making hospitals more wheelchair accessible.  We will wait and see if the story ever runs.  At the very least, they can no longer claim ignorance of the issue.

This pretty much sums up my summary of the Atlanta action.  I will be writing more about it in the coming weeks, but it will be more relective and less tied to the actual events of the week.

There is so much I could/would want to talk about, but I need to keep this quick.  This morning, I went out, in the pelting rain to try and get some ADAPTers who were across the street lining up for the march, as they were told to do last night.  It was about 615am and still dark, and they hadn’t been told that we were delaying launch because of the hard rain.  The darkness kept me from realizing how deep the water was rushing down the street.  I made it through, but stalled on the sidewalk.  My chair started up again briefly, but is now sitting in my hotel room, unusable.  I’m hoping it starts up again, but am unsure and pissed off.

Since then, I’ve borrowed a manual and been pushed to everything from meals to the storming of the state capitol.  It wasn’t our original target, but we were quite effective there.  I was in the second group in and we made it to the second floor lobby before state troopers started to arrive and block elevator access.  Because it was a holiday, most of the action actually happened outside where we were visible to news crews and passersbye, complete with he drama of the police bodily removing people (both walking and wheeling) from the doors.

Michigan and Chicago ADAPTers chanting in the lobby of the Georgia Capitol

While it was less dramatic, having a few hundred people chanting their asses off in the lobby gave us the negotiation positioning.  People were getting dragged out the front door in cuffs during a business day would have made for better media drama, but we got what we came for.  Talking about chanting, my efforts were rewarded with the use of a bullhorn today!  I chanted my throat raw, but it was good fun.  Our full demand list was not met, but we did get a meeting with the Governor’s chief of staff tomorrow, which is a pretty big deal.  Apparently, no disability controlled  group has ever met with anyone that far up the chain of command, just passed along and over and aside.  It’s hard to brush aside direct action.  That is why we do what we do.  It felt good to descend upon a city that doesn’t see much of disability direct action and have the backs of our brothers and sisters in a very tangible way.

At this point, I’m pretty tired and have to be up really early to get ready to hit tomorrow’s target.  Yesterday, I spent the entire day in the car.  I mean this literally. I left my place at 930am on Saturday.  I parked in Atlanta at 530am on Sunday.  It should have only taken 14 hours, but we had some setbacks.  I will leave it at that. My van is still functional and I am still functional, but I won’t be if I’m not in bed soon.  Not all of the ride was negative though.  My new friend Joe, who used to work as a radio dj, controlled my radio and we had quite the late night sing along (everything from the Rolling Stones to Jewel to Nine Inch Nails was to be had).

Today, I drank  an energy shot (called “Full Throttle” and it tasted characteristically like evil in a tiny plastic canister.in the morning and that has kept me moving, in some fashion.  At least I seem to be able to put these sentences together well enough.  I began with a training as a new “Color Leader.”  Now, when folks refer to ADAPT as the “militant” wing of the disability rights movement, they are more accurate than they may realize.  To some degree, ADAPT’s organizational structure is a representative democracy as actions are being dliberated and planned.  However, when the wheelchair tire rubber meets the road, we turn into a highly authoritarian, quasi-militaristic structure, complete with chain of command and an expectation to follow orders exactly.  This has all been a matter of reflection for me (particularly how trust relationships operate within a direct action activism structure), some of which will hopefully find its way into a future blog entry.  Anyway, a Color Leader can be described as anything from a sargent to middle management to a person trying to hurd a pack of cats.  I think the best I can do is to say that we are responsible for communicating between the strategists and the foot soldiers, keeping them orderly, safe, and fired up.

My favorite part of this is the chanting.  That’s always my favorite part of any action really.  It’s down right therapuetic for someone who spends almost every day identifying and analyzing social structures that oppress people with disabilities in various ways.  This leads to a great deal of pent up rage that a good chant can help release in a constructive way (constructive in that it  raises social awareness to at least sme degree).  Today, as color leader I was able to actually lead the chants.  I was even getting looks from other cover leaders for what I refer to as my “battle voice” (I don’t ACTUALLY refer to it as this, except to myself in my head).

Also, this was the first time i’ve experienced the rush of an act of civil disobedience.  I was one of a few chair users blocking traffic in downtown Atlanta so our rowdy procession could pass uninterupted.  A motorcycle cop came up to me, demanding I move and saying that he “couldn’t hold up traffic forever.”  I said I couldn’t do that.  He said “I’m an officer of the law.”  I told him, very calmly, that I was certain we had a parade liscence and that he didn’t have to help us block traffice, I had the situation under control if he had something else he had to get to.  When he saw I wasn’t leaving unless he was ready to physically remove me, he got on his bike and road off.  I wonder f I’ll see him tomorrow when we are out to actually be disruptive.  I had no guilt at holding up a few cars from their Sunday drives for a few minutes if it did some work to raising awareness around how people’s entire LIVES were being held up as they were institutionalized - indeed incarcerated - against their will by the Federal and State benefits system.

We finally ended up at the famous Ebaneezer Church, which is now a memorial, museum, and gravesite of Martin Luther King Jr.  The tone of the gathering changed as we entered the rose garden, the anger leaving our voices and our hearts as we heard from nursing home survivors, one of which who was institutionalized as a child because of seizures and hadn’t had anyone sing her happy birthday to her outside of an institutional setting for 43 years.  We also sang many community choice songs, and concluded the outing with a slow, deeply moving march home past a nursing home as we sang the famous civil rights song “We Will Overcome.”  The nursing home had a barbed wire fence around it and signs on the front doors that read “Do not open these doors” in red letters.  I do hope the residents there saw, heard, and understood what it was we were trying to do.

Tomorrow sounds like it will be a series of serious challenges to even get to our target.  This will include a march through a day long rain storm.  This will be a small price to pay compaired to the suffering of the people who live behind doors that refuse to be opened.  To those who would not have us open the doors to people wasting away in nursing homes, I leave some lyrics “Amp up and amplify, Defy, I’m a brother with a furious mind, Action must be taken, We don’t need the key, We’ll break in!”  Atlanta has no idea what kind of power is about to hit it.

This weekend, I’ll be going to Atlanta with the grassroots, non-violent, direct action group ADAPT to work toward ending the institutional bias in the United States long term care system.  “Institutional bias” is a term developed by disability activists to describe the unchallenged, irrational preference given by the federal government for funding the care of people with disabilities of all ages in institutions like nursing homes rather in the community with their families.

I will be blogging live from the action every day, so check philosophercrip.com often for my personal stories and reflections.  This will be part of a larger blogswarm effort being organized by my friend Nick Dupree over at http://www.nickscrusade.org.  For a preview of why we are headed to Georgia specifically, read http://www.adapt.org/atlanta2009.php.  Finally, for real time updates about the action as it unfolds, check out MIADAPT and NationalADAPT on Twitter.

Let’s FREE OUR PEOPLE NOW!!!!

Orange is the color of Community Choice!

I had too much caffeine and can’t sleep after spending the bulk of the last 2 days driving my van from CT to MI.  I was visiting my friends and family over MSU’s winter break for almost 3 weeks and I am now gearing back up for the beginning of another term of studying and teaching (the completion of my 22nd consecutive year of education — 3 more to go).  While I was “home” and in the car, I spent a lot of time thinking about what exactly constitutes a home.

The Waterbury Clock Tower in CT

I think I am starting to think of both CT and MI as a home of sorts, but for different reasons.  For me, CT is home because it is where the people are who know more of me than what I choose to show.  That is, going to college, starting grad school, and becoming involved in the crip community were all big turning points in my life, but they all offered me opportunities to redefine myself and present myself to a new audience as I wanted to be seen.  Surely, people see more of us than we deliberately show them, but starting over and moving half way across the country does offer a person a measure of control over how they are perceived.  Aside from experiencing the old familiar sights, sounds, scents, and tastes, this home (CT) offers me a reminder of  “where I am from.”  It is all too easy to forget your most formative experiences and relationships to the world around you when you move away from the people that know you in that context.  An old parish priest, a high school English teacher, or a college buddy can rip you out of the comfortable self image you have created and promoted for yourself, confronting you with your past self and reminding you of the responsibilities you owe these people for helping you build this creation you call your life.

The MSU "S" and Sparty the mascot

Yet, part of me feels that MI is “home.”  This is because I feel this is a life that I have very actively chosen to live.  I absolutely miss the comfort of having my family and friends around and the emotional and practical support structure that entails.  I desperately miss the feeling of absolute, unconditional love so willingly offered by my immediate family and closest friends.  However, walking through the door of this tiny dorm room that seems absurd for a 26 year old man with a masters degree to be living in, I am reminded by everything that this is the life I have deliberately made for myself.

Physically, everything is at my fingertips.  I imagine many able bodied folks take this sort of thing for granted, but my crappy little dorm room is custom designed in many ways so that I am much more comfortable in it than someone with “normal” bio-physical functioning would be.  In CT, this is not the case and I have to be much more dependent on others for an entire range of tasks.  Even the geography of my living space itself speaks to the notion that this is MY life that I have chosen to live how I will.  Of course, this only scratches the surface of how MI has become home because it has become the place that I live with the most self determination.  This is something over and above making your own choices, but involves actually determining your actual self. This is a challenge for any person I am sure, but for a crip who often finds that he doesn’t quite fit into the set of molds society has caste and tried to squeeze him into, the opportunity to break free and deliberately choose a life is a beautiful thing.  This is the core of the independent living ideology as I understand it.

Recently, my very good friend Amber took a trip to South Korea to understand how their disability movement in general and their feminist disability movement in particular have developed (http://ambertracker.blogspot.com/). This has gotten me thinking about how culture and political history have shaped our movement in the US. Typically, I tend to be as ethnocentric as the next American and my judgments are certainly still biased by my privilege as a US citizen. However, I have been on a kick the last few days, thinking about how American liberalism shapes our ideas about what it means to resist the oppressive structures that have marginalized us.

When I refer to liberalism, I am not talking about the “liberal left” but rather the political philosophy that tells us that the purpose of government is to preserve our individual freedoms. This is the notion that laws are in place to ensure that our freedoms do not infringe upon the freedoms of others.

Laws like the ADA seem to be directly connected to this notion. Access to public space and employment anti-discrimination are justified by their effects on individuals. Like the romanticized settlers of the western frontier, folks with disabilities are blazing a trail into a new territory, as rugged individuals. Relying on their own mettle, they take risks and reap rewards accordingly.

Of course, this is also somewhat problematic. This emphasis on the value of the individual is a double edge sword as it largely contributes to the very core of the bigotry of ableism. Interconnectedness and interdependence are the values that will free our people, not individualistic, libertarian ideology. In fact, these values are realities for all Americans that are often ignored. American culture tells us there is shame in having someone help you dress if you need it, but having someone else cut your hair is par for the course. We have this mythology that we are individuals that survive in a harsh world on our own. When folks with physical and cognitive differences need help in different ways, their lives are disvalued as having less quality or dignity.

While our freedoms have a uniquely American flavor, so do some of our oppressions. We need to look elsewhere if we are to understand how we can think outside of this box and move away from this kind of marginalization.