My eyes are sore from crying throughout watching this “Crip Camp” documentary.
Updated: Mar 30
The tears were not of pity. There were tears of joy, pain, and persistence of our Disability people who fought for our rights during the 70s – 90s. It was also tears of rage. It touched me deeply because I wish I was born during that time to be part of their many protests for our rights.
They persistently fought in these “out of their comfort zone” protests so they can have equal rights and to have the world sees us as HUMANS. Not a creature or “asexual,” “wheelchair,” etc. Bottom line, they helped us gain our disabilities rights in our present days. As Judy stated, we do not want to be “separate but equal.” That struck me. That model does not work. WE are not “separate but equal.” WE ARE EQUAL.
We need to continue to unify and innovate NOW for the future of our disabilities humans. Nancy stated “The law (ADA) was pass doesn’t mean anything unless society’s change its attitudes.” I asked myself, “FUCK, what can we do? What can I do? What MORE can I do? This is quite disturbing to see where we are at in 2020 and the progress is there… but not so much at the same time.
One of the aspects are accessibility… we are still struggling and fighting over our accessibility rights, we still have to teach and explain ourselves. Sometime it is, well actually most of the time is exhausting. I have accepted who I am when I was little girl and I love my disability and embraced my deafness. I knew I would say NO to oppression and I will fight for our rights whenever I can. We need more of us to continue the fight.
I cried because it is still not enough, I don’t see much progress, to be honest. Our education system for our disabilities and deaf humans are not getting better and there aren’t JOBS, JOBS, JOBS for us.
Society 2020, we are still not learning or listening/seeing. The focus is blurry at times from what I am seeing. Are we truly united within our community and in our society? I don’t know… I can only continue to be optimistic.
Last note, it was nice to see familiar faces that were part TRIPOD and to see they were there fighting along and being our allies. In remembrance of Cindy Murphy. She was the very first person that I met who welcomed me into Tripod. There was another person, I am not sure if it was her... one of my favorite teachers in John Muir Middle School: Mrs. Clausen.
Everyone should watch this documentary. There were moments of laughter, their directness, witty humor. We see them as human, just like all of us.