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Laura Hershey: Writer, Poet, Activist, Consultant http://www.laurahershey.com News, Views, Musings, and Issues Mon, 16 Jun 2014 16:19:10 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.7.4 You Get Proud By Practicing in Spanish http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=486 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=486#respond Mon, 16 Jun 2014 16:19:10 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=486 Te construyes el orgullo practicándolo

 

Por Laura Hershey[i]

(1962-2010)

 

derechos de autor 1991

 

(Traducido al español por Sara García, Janeth Chávez, y Kathy Bougher)

 

Si no te sientes orgullosa de ti misma

por quien eres

por lo que dices,

por cómo te ves,

si cada vez que te detienes a pensar en ti misma,

piensas que no brillas intensamente,

no renuncies a ti misma,

tú puedes sentirte orgullosa si lo intentas.

 

No es necesario tener un bonito cuerpo,

un espíritu puro o un doctorado,

para sentirte orgullosa.

No necesitas una gran cantidad de dinero,

un novio guapo, o un buen carro,

no es necesario que camines,

que veas o escuches,

o que utilices palabras complicadas,

o que intentes hacer algo que no puedes hacer, solo para sentirte orgullosa.

Una trabajadora social o una médica no puede hacer que te sientas orgullosa.

Solo necesitas más práctica

Te construyes el orgullo practicándolo

 

Hay muchas formas para lograr sentirte orgullosa.

Puedes intentar montar un caballo,

esquiar con una pierna, o tocar la guitarra,

hacerlo bien o no tan bien, pero de cualquier forma lo intentaste.

Puedes mostrar algo que has hecho a una persona que respetas y sentirte feliz sin importar lo que digan las demás personas.

Puedes expresar lo que piensas aunque otros no piensan como tú, y puedes seguir haciéndolo aunque te llamen loca.

Puedes hacer que tu voz se escuche toda la noche junto a ciento cincuenta voces más, afuera de una cárcel donde estén detenidos tus compañeros y compañeras de lucha

Por manifestarte contra los autobuses no diseñados para personas con discapacidad, o también podrías ser una de las manifestantes al interior de la cárcel, sabiendo que el circulo de compañeros y compañeras está afuera.

Tú puedes declararle tu amor a un amigo sin ningún miedo.

Puedes encontrar a alguien que te escuche sin juzgarte,

sin dudar de ti o sin tenerte miedo

Y dejar que te escuches a ti misma, quizá por primera vez.

 

Todas estas son formas de construir orgullo.

Ninguna de ellas es fácil pero todas ellas son posibles,

Tú puedes hacer todas estas cosas, o solo una de ellas una y otra vez.

Te construyes el orgullo practicándolo.

 

 

Empoderarte hace que te sientas orgullosa,

y se presenta de muchas formas buenas.

Es flexible y lindo como las alas de las mariposas,

Es música

cuando practicas hablar y te gusta lo que escuchas

porque es el sonido de tu verdadera voz.

 

Es como la luz del sol

cuando practicas ver la fuerza y belleza de todos y todas incluyéndote a ti misma.

Es como una danza

cuando practicas sabiendo que lo que haces y la forma en que lo haces es lo correcto para ti y no se puede llamar incorrecto.

 

Todo esto tiene mucho poder,

Más que el poder de las armas o el dinero, o las mentiras,

Todas estas prácticas te traen poder, y el poder hace que te sientas orgullosa,

Te construyes el orgullo practicándolo.

 

Recuerda, tú no fuiste la que generaste el sentimiento de vergüenza,

Pero tú eres la que puede hacerte sentir orgullosa,

Solo practica.

Practica hasta que te sientas orgullosa, y una vez te sientas orgullosa

Continúa practicando para que no se te olvide,

Te construyes el orgullo practicándolo

.

 

[i] El original en ingles se encuentra en http://www.thenthdegree.com/proudpoem.asp y mas sobre la obra de Laura en http://www.laurahershey.com/

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You Get Proud By Practicing in French http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=484 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=484#respond Mon, 16 Jun 2014 16:14:29 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=484 Tu deviens fière/fier en te pratiquant (traduction française du poème You get proud by practicing de Laura Hershey)

Traduction de l’anglais par Laurence Parent et Marie-Eve Veilleux


Si tu n’es pas fière/fier
De qui tu es, de ce que tu dis, de ce que t’as l’air
Si à chaque fois que tu t’arrêtes
Pour penser à toi, tu ne te vois pas briller
De tous tes feux, alors n’abandonne pas.
Tu peux devenir fière/fier.

Tu n’as pas besoin
D’un meilleur corps, d’un esprit plus pur ou d’un doctorat
Pour être fière/fier
Tu n’as pas besoin
De plein d’argent, d’un beau chum ou d’un beau char.
Tu n’as pas besoin
D’être capable de marcher, de voir ou d’entendre
Ou d’utiliser des beaux grands mots compliqués,
Ou faire des choses que tu ne peux pas faire
Pour être fière/fier.
Un travailleur social
Ne peut pas te rendre fière/fier
Ni un docteur
Tu as juste besoin de plus de pratique.
Tu deviens fière/fier en te pratiquant.

Il y a plusieurs, plusieurs façons de devenir fière/fier.
Tu peux essayer de faire de l’équitation ou de faire du ski sur une jambe,
Ou de jouer de la guitare,
Et bien réussir ou pas tant que ça,
Et être satisfait-e d’avoir essayé
Peu importe
Tu peux montrer
Quelque chose que tu as fait
À quelqu’un que tu respectes
Et être content-e
Peu importe ce qu’il en dit.
Tu peux dire
Ce que tu penses, même si tu sais
Que d’autres personnes ne pensent pas de la même façon
Et tu peux continuer à le dire
Même s’ils te disent
Que tu es folle/fou.

Tu peux joindre ta voix
Toute la nuit aux voix
De cent cinquante autres personnes
Réunis autour d’une prison
Où tes frères et sœurs sont emprisonnés
Pour avoir bloqué des autobus sans rampe d’accès
Ou tu peux être parmi ceux et celles
Dans la prison
Qui savent que d’autres sont dehors
Tu peux exprimer ton affection
À un-e ami-e
Sans avoir peur.
Tu peux trouver quelqu’un qui va t’écouter
Sans te juger, sans douter de toi ou sans avoir
Peur de toi
Et te permettre de t’écouter toi-même
Peut-être pour la toute première fois
Il y a plein de façons
De devenir fière/fier.
Aucune d’entre elles
N’est facile, mais elles sont toutes
Possibles. Tu peux faire toutes ces choses.
Ou juste une de ces choses encore et encore.
Tu deviens fière/fier
En te pratiquant.

Le pouvoir te rend fière/fier,
Et le pouvoir
Existe sous plusieurs formes
Souples et riches comme les ailes d’un papillon.
Il est la musique
Quand tu te pratiques à ouvrir la bouche
Et à aimer ce que tu entends
Parce que c’est le son de ta
Vraie voix.

Il est la lumière du soleil
Quand tu te pratiques à voir
La force et la beauté dans tout le monde,
Et dans toi aussi.
Il est la danse
Quand tu te pratiques à savoir
Que ce que tu fais
Et la façon dont tu le fais
Est la bonne façon pour toi
Et que personne ne peut la qualifier de mauvaise
Tout cela possède
Plus de pouvoir que les armes ou l’argent
Ou les mensonges.
Toutes ces pratiques amènent du pouvoir,
Et le pouvoir
Te rend fière/fier
Tu deviens fière/fier
En te pratiquant.

Souviens-toi que ce n’est pas toi
Qui a causé ta honte
Mais que tu es celle/celui
Qui peut te rendre fière/fier.
Fais juste te pratiquer,
Pratique-toi jusqu’à ce que tu deviennes fière/fier,
Et maintenant tu es fière/fier,
Continue à te pratiquer
Pour ne pas l’oublier.
Tu deviens fière/fier
En te pratiquant.

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Poem: “Adopting a Fourteen-Year-Old in the 21st Century” http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=413 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=413#comments Sat, 13 Nov 2010 19:43:18 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=413 Adopting a Fourteen-Year-Old in the 21st Century

Teenage girls hate difference, and their mothers.
They want concave bellies, current fashion,
and to fit in. That was my fear, and her other
mom’s: that she might despise our dyke passion,
our wheelchairs, Robin’s speech, my respirator,
or her own awkward tender girl body.
Would the pride we’d model vaccinate her
against surface standards? But she came ready.
She wears mismatched florals, ignores trends,
has bold prints and slogans in her wardrobes.
She brags and introduces us to friends,
oblivious to ableists and homophobes.
She’s nonconformist, even more than us.
“There’s my moms!” she tells the kid beside her on the bus.

Copyright 2010 by Laura Hershey

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Last Word on the MDA Telethon (at least for this year) http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=401 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=401#comments Tue, 07 Sep 2010 15:08:28 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=401 Ego and Soul

Yes, the Telethon was bad again this year, at least the bits I watched. One thing that continues to amaze me is how big a role Jerry Lewis’ big ego plays, all the way throughout the Telethon. Here’s one late-night quotation that I bothered to write down:
“This child in the [Boston] Hospital had muscular dystrophy, and I went to see him, and he smiled when I walked into the room, and he grabbed my hand, and he said, quote, ‘I’m glad I got muscular dystrophy, because that’s why I met you.’ I rest my case. If there are naysayers out there, and if they’re uncertain as to the validity of my soul, trust me – it was a moment in time that takes me through the program in 2001 all the way through 2010.”

I don’t know anything about Lewis’ soul, “valid” or otherwise. I only know that his presentation of disabilities distorts reality, making it appear as though a cure for muscular dystrophy is both imminent and sufficient. In fact, what we need is a society committed to including and supporting all people with disabilities, regardless of particular diagnosis.

More Reasons to Disbelieve the Telethon

It’s not just the pity mentality that causes harm. As activist Nick Dupree argues in his blog, the Telethon creates an illusion that people with disabilities get everything they need, courtesy of private charity. As Nick points out, nothing could be further from the truth. Coordination and necessary equipment are sadly lacking, and vital home care and other services are being gutted in many states. And MDA itself doesn’t even provide what many people have come to believe it provides. Read the scanned copy on Nick’s site of the letter from the CEO of MDA, highlighting all the things they no longer offer to their clients.

Post Columnist Gets It!

Susan Greene just wrote an excellent column for the Denver Post explaining our objections.

20th Telethon Protest in Charleston

The stalwart activists of Charleston, SC protested the Jerry Lewis Telethon yesterday, just as they have for 20 years since the late great Harriet McBryde Johnson started raising hell about it in 1990. Here are some photos from the Charleston protest, and an unpublished letter to the editor by Harriet’s friend and colleague John Polito.

One More Word from Me

And here’s an brief video clip of me talking about the Telethon.

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Laura’s Labor Day Weekend Column http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=392 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=392#comments Sun, 05 Sep 2010 03:21:06 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=392 Labor Day means different things to different people.

The Labor Day Telethon

For me, it’s hard (try as I might) to escape the association between Labor Day and the Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy Association Telethon. Though it’s been several years since we’ve organized a direct action protest, the Internet continues to provide us with opportunities to educate and inoculate people against the Telethon’s pity paradigm.

The Internet also provides us with more evidence of the hypocrisy of a man who claims to be a “humanitarian” (and of a shallow showbiz industry that validated that title with a 2008 “Humanitarian Oscar Award.”) During a recent interview on Inside Edition, Jerry Lewis avowed that he would punish Lindsay Lohan physically for her recent transgressions. “I’d smack her in the mouth if I saw her. I would smack her in the mouth and be arrested for abusing a woman! I would say, ‘You deserve this and nothing else’ — whack! And then if she’s not satisfied, I’d put her over my knee and spank her.” If you want to torture yourself by watching it for yourself, here’s the video clip.

(Some people, perhaps tired of the media coverage of Lohan’s nonsense, seem to find Lewis’ statements funny. But my philosopher crip friend Joe Stramondo puts them in perspective: “Jerry Lewis again uses a narrative that masquerades violence/oppression as ‘help’ by obscuring it with pity. This time it’s women who he pities. So, I guess sexism and ableism have something in common for him.”

I would recommend avoiding Jerry Lewis and the Telethon altogether this weekend. For an edifying alternative, check out my friend Mike Ervin’s sassy response to the Telethon. He made a video called The Kids Are All Right (long before the current lesbian family dramedy), about the activist group Jerry’s Orphans.

By the way, check out the Denver Post on Tuesday for a spot-on column describing disability activists’ objections to the Telethon.

Labor Force Diversity (Including Disability)

This Labor Day, too many people are still jobless, and the situation is worse for people with disabilities. In August 2010, only 22 percent of people with disabilities were participating in the labor force, while 70.2 percent of non-disabled people were in the labor force. The unemployment rate for those with disabilities was 15.6 percent, compared with 9.3 percent for persons with no disability.

There are many complex reasons for this disparity. Certainly one reason are the negative attitudes that some employers and coworkers have toward people with disabilities. Even those who are not actively hostile to disabled folks may not have considered or understood the need to actively recruit, hire, and accommodate workers with disabilities.

To try to address the lack of awareness, the U.S. Department of Labor (which provided the above statistics) sponsors National Disability Employment Awareness Month (NDEAM). This year, I have a direct role in this effort. A few lines of my poetry, along with a piece of my digital art, appear on the official poster for NDEAM. The poster is available for FREE to employers, advocacy organizations, schools, or anyone else who requests it. Even cooler, it’s available in eight languages, including Navajo and Lakota. Go to the DOL website at http://www.dol.gov/odep/pubs/ndeam2010poster.htm to order or download your poster(s). Did I mention they’re FREE?

Can a public awareness campaign like this make a real difference in improving disabled people’s employment prospects? Who knows? But I think the poster turned out beautifully, and I like the emphasis on disability as a part of diversity. I also know that the DOL under President Obama is being managed by some hard-working, progressive people, including Secretary Hilda Solis; and Kathy Martinez, Assistant Secretary for the Office of Disability Employment Policy.

(And I should probably add that my comments above about MDA and Jerry Lewis have no official government endorsement!)

Labor in Service of Independent Living

Labor Day celebrates workers, and my favorite workers are those who support people with disabilities in living in the community. Call them attendants, personal care assistants (PCAs), personal assistants (PAs), home health aides, helpers, even certified nurses’ aides (CNAs) – whatever you call them, they are crucial to the disability rights movement.

Good attendants do more than just enable a disabled person to live outside an institution. They allow us to live a life of maximum independence, functioning at our own personal best and working toward our life goals.

In just the past few months, here are just some of the ways that home care workers have made a huge difference for my health and/or independence and/or work:

  • Last week my wheelchair sip-and-puff mechanism started malfunctioning, to the point that I could not drive it. I had several important work meetings coming up in the following days, that I was afraid I would have to miss. My attendant Suzi figured out where the leak was, and fixed it temporarily until the right tube was restored. (On top of being an excellent PCA, Suzi is usually my fix-it person when the wheelchair repair company doesn’t return my phone calls!)
  • In August, I spent an amazing week in Los Angeles at the 2010 Lambda Literary Retreat (fondly called “queer writers’ camp”). Cara and Mallorie accompanied me, and they both did an extraordinary job of supporting me so I could get the most out of the opportunity. They creatively found and processed food I could eat safely. They worked hurried morning shifts and late-night shifts so I could attend workshops and social events. They gave me space and silence within which to write poetry, while making sure I got my physical needs met. When the airline misplaced one of my ventilators, they cut and taped an ill-fitting tube to make the other ventilator serve temporarily.
  • For nearly a year, Krista has shown up every weekday morning, as early as I need her to, enabling me to supervise my daughter in getting ready for school. Any instability in this schedule could be disastrous for my family. But unlike in some earlier years, these days I never go to bed worrying about a morning cancellation or no-show.
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    All of my current attendants are great – highly competent, reliable, smart, cooperative, and calm amidst craziness. And I have enough experience under my belt to know how hard life can be when that’s not the case. (Attendant horror stories belong in another blog post.)

    Another whole column – or a whole book – could be devoted to discussing the labor rights, or lack thereof, of home care workers. Given what they do, they are for the most part underpaid, uninsured, and unsupported by society as a whole. They usually don’t get paid sick days or vacation days. In only a few states do they have union representation.

    So many entities make inflated profits by exploiting our disability-related needs. But the people doing the real, hard work that helps us live independently don’t get nearly enough. People with disabilities and our support workers need to organize together, to demand fairer policies and more resources for this work.

    For now, though, I’ll use Labor Day as a day to express my appreciation for these indispensable workers.

    The End of Summer

    Labor Day also represents the end of summer, if not officially, then at least traditionally. My most recent “Life Support” blog post for the Reeve Foundation website describes one of the highlights of my summer. Surf on over there and read “Roughing It, Accessibly, in a Colorado Yurt.” And while you’re there, check out the other great bloggers, articles, and information.

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    Speaking Out Against the MDA Telethon http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=375 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=375#comments Thu, 26 Aug 2010 20:35:23 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=375 It’s almost that time of year again when, wits dulled by sunburn and picnic overindulgence, some Americans collapse in front of their TVs and watch the Labor Day Telethon, sponsored by the Muscular Dystrophy Association (MDA). Some will be so fascinated or confused by the second-rate celebrity appearances and cheesy production values that they’ll stay glued to the set into the wee hours of the night.

    Mixed in with the weirdness will be some subtle and not-so-subtle messages about life with disability. This is why so many disability rights activists will either shut their eyes and try to pretend it’s not happening, or will take a little time away from more pressing issues to complain loudly about the Telethon.

    There are numerous problems with the MDA Telethon. It’s based on the premise that disability is a terrible fate, that people never stop grieving a diagnosis of a neuromuscular disorder. In the Telethon world, disabled people might go to school or work, but only to take their minds briefly off of their tragedy, and to pass the time until the day — just around the corner, as it’s been for over 50 years of Telethon history — when they will be cured. On that miraculous day, people “stricken” with this “terrible disease” will get out of their chairs and walk into a normal, happy life. Until then, pity is the name of the game.

    This morning I spoke about why we protest the MDA Telethon on a New York City radio program, The Largest Minority. The host is T.K. Small, a Brooklyn attorney and activist. Other guests also discussed the Telethon, including Professor Beth Haller from Towson University, a media expert and author of a new book entitled Representing Disability in an Ableist World; and Paul Timmons of Charleston, SC, who will take part in a Telethon protest happening there next weekend in honor of our late friend Harriet McBryde Johnson. Harriet always delighted in being a thorn in MDA’s side, brilliantly criticizing the Telethon, and I met Paul at her memorial service two years ago. (Paul’s primary, very worthy project is Portlight Strategies Inc., which provides disaster relief to disabled and other underserved communities.)

    T.K., Beth, Paul, and I are all involved in a range of important, even urgent disability rights causes. But once a year, many such activists feel a need to respond to the seemingly trivial, annoying antics of a bunch of misguided entertainers. We have to remember that the MDA Telethon still reaches a lot of people out there in TV-land. We have to be there to articulate a different view of our lives as people with disabilities.

    To download and/or listen to the show in MP3 format, click here.

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    More Thoughts about Public Space http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=367 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=367#comments Sat, 31 Jul 2010 02:41:14 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=367 A couple of months ago, I wrote a blog post about intolerance toward the presence of certain bodies and behaviors in public space. I probed the experiences of those of us who enter public space with non-conforming bodies, bringing along a distinct and, to some, disturbing set of sounds, images, and ways of moving.

    Recently, I’ve been thinking about the flip side of encounters in public space. Rather than thinking about the impact on public space of people with marginalized bodies and behaviors, I’m noticing how people with privileged bodies use and affect public spaces. By privileged bodies, I mean those that are considered normal, acceptable, powerful. Examples include bodies which move easily without any mobility aid or device; bodies which need no personal assistance to navigate or inhabit public space; bodies which pay full admission or are otherwise “invited in”; bodies whose lived experiences up to that point have included comfort, security, education, financial success, health, and the esteem of others; bodies of standard size, shape, attire, gender presentation, age, and mannerisms; and bodies without any visible illnesses, injuries, disabilities, or other deviations. Most public spaces are designed for these privileged bodies, and so they “fit” easily in those spaces.

    In settings ranging from streets to airports, from meeting halls to botanic gardens, from movie theaters to buses, I have observed some of the interesting ways that privileged bodies conduct themselves in public space. These are generalizations of course, and only meant to illuminate some differences in expectations and experiences of privileged people, as compared with marginalized people.

    Privileged bodies move through public spaces comfortably and assertively. They encounter few obstructions in the built environment. Rarely are they challenged, either physically or verbally, when going through a doorway into a bathroom, a mass transit vehicle, an exhibit area, a store, a restaurant, or an office building. They do not have to duck, scrunch, squeeze; they do not have to use a back door or a side door, waiting while someone opens it for them. They do not have to scan the ground in front of them for bumps or ruts, nor do they have to search for the one ramp on a long sidewalk or into a large building. They easily operate controls such as door openers, elevator buttons, turnstiles, kiosks, phones, intercoms, change slots, etc., and so these things do not slow them down. They do not attract negative or unwanted attention.

    Given these privileges, taking them for granted, people with privileged bodies have a propensity for certain behaviors. Consciously or unconsciously, they choose their actions based on their assumptions about belonging, access, comfort, power, and acceptance. Here are a few of my specific observations of the behavior of privileged bodies in public space:

  • Privileged bodies tend to move through public spaces with limited consideration of the presence of other bodies.
  • Here is a typical scene: A pair or group of people stand off to one side, next to a flow of pedestrian traffic. One member of the pair or group is departing from the group, talking animatedly while walking backwards directly into the flow of pedestrian traffic. All her attention is directed to her conversation, yet she does not slow or stop her backwards walking, nor turn to look behind or around her. People going with the flow of traffic are forced to slow, stop, or go around her in order to avoid a collision. Privileged bodies within the flow find it relatively easy to do so, unencumbered as they are with impairments, mobility devices, children, etc. But someone unable to see well or walk quickly, or someone maneuvering a wheelchair through the human labyrinth, or someone pushing a stroller, is much more vulnerable to that hazard. If a collision were to occur, the privileged person might be injured, might be indignant, but the less privileged person is likely to suffer greater harm. As a result, people with less privileged bodies (i.e. marginalized bodies) tend to adopt the opposite behaviors: They/we pay constant, close attention to other bodies moving through and near our space, staying always aware of obstacles, sudden moves, and unexpected alterations in the human environment.

  • Privileged bodies tend to appropriate the most desirable spots in public spaces, based not on need but on comfort and convenience, undergirded with a sense of entitlement.
  • For example, sometimes I have gone into a lecture hall or movie theater — any type of environment furnished with auditorium-style seating, i.e., rows of chairs with a few aisles running at intervals between the rows. I am often accompanied by my personal assistant, who walks, and who will need a place to sit. I need to sit in my wheelchair, adjacent to my assistant’s chair so that she can help me when needed. So for me, getting a seat at the end of a row is a necessity. Similarly, people whose disabilities make it difficult to squeeze through the row to a middle seat, or who need to park a wheelchair or a walker in the aisle and transfer into a seat, or who expect to need to get up frequently in order to take care of chronic pain or bathroom needs — these people and others have a strong, legitimate claim on the end (aisle) seats. Yet when I go into a hall which is, say, one-third to half full, I almost always find that the aisle seats have been the first ones taken — mostly, I believe, by people who want them, not by people who need them. In general, these are not malicious acts; in fact, they are not even conscious acts. They are simply the unconscious choices of people who have become accustomed to their bodies being privileged by the designs and practices of public space.

    In fact, when certain more accessible, and therefore more desirable, seats or other spots are formally reserved for people with visibly aged or impaired bodies — such as the front seats on public buses — most (though not all) people with privileged bodies will respect those rules and conventions, if reminded by signage or by verbal request from someone in authority. But in the absence of such reminders, they automatically choose the best spots for themselves.

  • Privileged bodies in public space tend to express themselves fully and unabashedly — but also with a sense of propriety and restraint that is more instinctual than calculated.
  • They do not make vocal sounds that might be regarded by others as “weird” (as an autistic person might), because they feel no urge to do so. But many appear to have no qualms about speaking loudly enough to dominate a conversation, and even the area around it. Similarly, privileged bodies tend to dress, gesture, laugh, hug, kiss, touch people, touch things, activate mechanical devices (cell phones, watches, etc.) with complete ease and aplomb — but also within strict parameters that they have learned so well that they need not think about them. They expect no rebuke, blatant or subtle, because they are highly skilled in censoring themselves as a cost of maintaining their privilege. They do not, like many people with marginalized bodies, expend much mental energy worrying about audible or visible bodily manifestations that might result in banishment, ostracization, disapproval, or other penalties — because they have the ability to “control themselves,” i.e., to present and conduct themselves in socially sanctioned ways.

    I would be very interested to hear the reactions of various people to what I have written here. Do you move through public space in a marginalized body, or in a privileged body? Do your observations correspond with what I’ve noticed in my forays through public spaces? What about your behavior? Do you make the kinds of choices I described above, based on your bodily status? Or do you deliberately buck those conventions? Do you experience privilege in some settings, and marginalization in others? What do you think?

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    From the Archives: Old Poem, “You Get Proud By Practicing” http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=340 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=340#comments Sun, 20 Jun 2010 03:04:11 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=340 In honor of LGBT Pride Month — and to honor and encourage all kinds of people embracing the risks of visibility and pride — I decided to re-post a very old poem of mine. It remains a favorite of mine, and of lots of other people. It’s been reprinted in a number of places, most recently in an anthology called Fire in the Soul: 100 Poems for Human Rights. It speaks of the right to feel proud, and offers some exercises for achieving pride.

    YOU GET PROUD BY PRACTICING

    Copyright 1991 by Laura Hershey

    If you are not proud
    for who you are, for what you say, for how you look;
    if every time you stop
    to think of yourself, you do not see yourself glowing
    with golden light; do not, therefore, give up on yourself.
    You can
    get proud.

    You do not need
    a better body, a purer spirit, or a Ph.D.
    to be proud.
    You do not need
    a lot of money, a handsome boyfriend, or a nice car.
    You do not need
    to be able to walk, or see, or hear,
    or use big, complicated words,
    or do any of the things that you just can’t do
    to be proud. A caseworker
    cannot make you proud,
    or a doctor.
    You only need
    more practice.
    You get proud
    by practicing.

    There are many many ways to get proud.
    You can try riding a horse, or skiing on one leg,
    or playing guitar,
    and do well or not so well,
    and be glad you tried
    either way.
    You can show
    something you’ve made
    to someone you respect
    and be happy with it no matter
    what they say.
    You can say
    what you think, though you know
    other people do not think the same way, and you can
    keep saying it, even if they tell you
    you are crazy.
    You can add your voice
    all night to the voices
    of a hundred and fifty others
    in a circle
    around a jailhouse
    where your brothers and sisters are being held
    for blocking buses with no lift,
    or you can be one of the ones
    inside the jailhouse,
    knowing of the circle outside.
    You can speak your love
    to a friend
    without fear.
    You can find someone
    who will listen to you
    without judging you or doubting you or being
    afraid of you
    and let you hear yourself perhaps
    for the first time.
    These are all ways
    of getting proud.
    None of them
    are easy, but all of them
    are possible. You can do all of these things,
    or just one of them again and again.
    You get proud
    by practicing.

    Power makes you proud, and power
    comes in many fine forms
    supple and rich as butterfly wings.
    It is music
    when you practice opening your mouth
    and liking what you hear
    because it is the sound of your own
    true voice.
    It is sunlight
    when you practice seeing
    strength and beauty in everyone
    including yourself.
    It is dance
    when you practice knowing
    that what you do
    and the way you do it
    is the right way for you
    and can’t be called wrong.
    All these hold
    more power than weapons or money
    or lies.
    All these practices bring power, and power
    makes you proud.
    You get proud
    by practicing.

    Remember, you weren’t the one
    who made you ashamed,
    but you are the one
    who can make you proud.
    Just practice,
    practice until you get proud, and once you are proud,
    keep practicing so you won’t forget.
    You get proud
    by practicing.

    By the way, if you would like to order a poetry chapbooks, audiotapes, or poster featuring this poem, “You Get Proud By Practicing,” you can email Laura at laura@laurahershey.com or send a check for $10 per item to:
    Laura Hershey
    P.O. Box 11215
    Englewood, Colorado 80151

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    “Remembering Siesta Key”: A Poem of the Gulf http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=324 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=324#comments Fri, 04 Jun 2010 02:03:53 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=324 Remembering Siesta Key

    Copyright 2010 by Laura Hershey

    Ten days each spring, we woke
    to the smell of salt water, seaweed,

    eggs my Dad fried in butter,
    and fresh orange pulped by Nana.

    Before ten a.m. we wore the scent
    of sun tan lotion, and tumbled out the door

    where the Gulf welcomed us with waves
    tendering gifts: conch shells, sand dollars,

    tiny clams which opened into pink hearts
    or angels’ wings spread for flight.

    On folding chairs and big beach towels
    we ate peanuts, cheese sandwiches, more oranges.

    We did homework — price of missing
    three days’ school — halfheartedly,

    equations and penciled solutions blurring
    amid glare on white pages.

    All day, from low to high tide, and back, we slid between
    land and sea, let the surf pound and pull at us,

    let the sun dizzy us, built castles
    of shovel-packed sand walls and drizzled spires

    with moats Dad dug deep enough
    for my dangling legs.

    Can I now, forty years later, grieve
    that same seawater? How many times since then

    has it evaporated, and fallen? How many hundreds
    of generations of mollusks and minnows

    have lived and died naturally between that beach
    and the sandbar we rafted to at low tide?

    In no sense are they mine to mourn —
    but neither can I claim innocence.

    The flights I board, my craving for cool air,
    all my habits of comfort and consumption

    learned on family vacations, loved
    for a lifetime, joined to billions of others’ hungers,

    led to drilling in that Gulf, a hole in its heart,
    to take what lay within.

    Now, I watch remote live feeds
    of unstoppable hemorrhage, technology

    helpless to reverse its own mistakes,
    dark plumes choking Gulf currents,

    and I grieve for fishing families, for endangered pelicans
    and bluefin, for eleven dead workingmen.

    But my soul aches for what I have not seen
    for many years, and what might be lost:

    long days on the beach, solving simple problems,
    dreading only the end of spring break, until next year.

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    “Music by Prudence” Profiles a Powerful Voice http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=318 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=318#comments Tue, 25 May 2010 14:28:58 +0000 http://www.laurahershey.com/?p=318 I just watched this year’s Oscar-winning documentary Music by Prudence, which profiles Prudence Mabhena, a 21-year-old Zimbabwean singer. Growing up with a disability called arthrogryposis, which significantly limits her physical mobility, Prudence has had to defy low expectations and vicious prejudices just to survive. Rejected by her parents and her culture, Prudence finally, literally found her voice when she began to sing. With several of her classmates at a school for children with disabilities in Bulawayo, Prudence has formed a band called Liyana.

    With subject matter like this, some filmmakers would turn out a sappy story of overcoming personal tragedy through cheerful courage. But director Roger Ross Williams has made a film that’s more complicated, and far more interesting. Prudence herself is no plucky poster child. She’s angry — understandably so — even unforgiving of the parents and others who gave up on her when she was just a child. (On the other hand, she honors the grandmother who loved her, raised her, and taught her to sing.)

    And Prudence does not succeed strictly through individual effort. She’s surrounded by her friends and bandmates, all young people with disabilities. In the film we see them encouraging and supporting one another. They laugh together, travel together, and create together. They express to each other their rage against the oppression inflicted on them, often by their own families. Even their clothing conveys solidarity and challenge: In several scenes the musicians sport, like cheeky uniforms, T-shirts that simply say, “SO WHAT?”

    This is not an easy movie to find, unless you’re an HBO subscriber; it premiered there last week, and will be broadcast throughout this month. The DVD has not been released yet. The movie is playing at a few film festivals around the country, and you can purchase and download the soundtrack from iTunes, Amazon, etc. My advice: See it; hear it; pass the word. Get more information at the Music by Prudence official movie website.

    As for myself, I’m adding Music by Prudence to my list of all-time favorite disability-related documentaries.

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