Like many other communities, we have this habit of glorifying a few leaders and not recognizing the work of others. The civil rights movement was/is more than Dr. King, Rosa Parks, Malcolm X. The Disability Rights Movement was/is more than Justin Dart, Ed Roberts, Judy Heumann. I wrote this poem in memory of the thousands who impacted our community but aren’t spoken about.
Hands are waving in the air
Not in that “heyyy ho” 90s kind of way
But as thunderous cheering from a throng of Deaf folk.
I like looking at you when you’re talkin’ justice
Yelling into the microphones
Wheels firmly planted into the ground
Service dogs are watching sleepily
while the terps work hard to keep up with you.
I like looking at you when you’re talkin’ pride
Some people looked peeved
They don’t like the way you say “disabled” like it’s a good thing
Cause not everyone is going to see disability like we do.
I like looking at you when you’re talkin’ community
Reforming the non-profit complex
Ending this bullshit federal grant dependency
Working together
Uniting in justice for all…
I just wish I had gotten to know you.

3 Comments
October 16, 2007 at 6:19 pm
Thanks for sharing this by posting it. When I’ve been lucky enough to talk with a few people who participated in historical disability rallies, I’ve been struck by their sense of community - not ego. A sense of yeah I was there of course I was there. I’d like to meet more people like that. It is affirming beyond words.
This poem is great. Thanks again.
October 16, 2007 at 6:26 pm
Have i said i love the way you effortlessly bridge the gap between prose and poetry?
I’d be really interested in your thoughts on my latest blog post, btw…
October 17, 2007 at 12:22 pm
That’s why I linked Mark on the other thread… wanted people to remember him. The poem is lovely! He was a poet too.
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