|La Brea and 4th, 2014|
I teach my sighs to lengthen into songs.
Here's what disability services should look like. When your kid gets diagnosed, after a decent interval for tearing your clothes and wearing sackcloth and ashes, a caring human being comes over to your house. They bring a month's worth of groceries and some clean plates. Also cake and coffee. They say: "hi and welcome. Here is every card or identifier you will need for the next...forever. Here is your disabled parking. Here is the key to those swings in the parks they put in but no one can use. Here is a key to special bathrooms made of gold where fairies change your kid while mixing you cocktails. No, no one else knows about them. Here is every bit of equipment you can get, with all the forms pre-filled because we talked to your doctors and therapists. Make any changes you think are best because you're the one who knows your child and their needs most. Here's some money, because hey, society thanks you for taking care of our weakest citizens for us without making them a burden on an overrun and inadequate public system. Here is ample respite care for both you and the child. And here is a support group and some free marital therapy. Call me anytime. Mind if I put on some of your washing? Why don't you go have a lie down?
|Women in Dallas, TX protesting the child refugee problem at the border|
|Hazel Massery, shouting at Elizabeth Eckford, one of the Little Rock Nine over integration|
Little Rock High School, 1957
|President Franklin Roosevelt on the 50th anniversary of the Statue of Liberty|
"To the message of liberty which America sends to all the world, must be added her message of peace."
October 28, 1936