Please make calls against the Tax Cuts And Jobs Act before the vote at six pm tonight.
Here is information about the bill.
Here are scripts.
If this goes through, people will die.
There is still time to fight, and we have to fight as hard as we can.
Let’s take two girls with autism.
Trisha is an articulate and eloquent writer. She has autism, but that hasn’t kept her from presenting and preforming for large audiences. Her teachers have described her as introverted, bookish, gifted, and eager-to-please. She has multiple friends, she can take a train across the city independentally, and her mother thinks nothing of leaving her home alone with her younger brother.
Kailey cannot bathe herself and has trouble with dressing, eating and most activities of daily living. She spends hours engaging in self-stimulatory behavior and she routinely self-injures to the point of bloody sores. She has meltdowns in which she hits herself, bashes her head into walls, and destroys things; medication cannot control them. She has limited verbal ability and a wandering problem that has led to her almost walking into cars. She cannot function in a normal school.
Which of these people sounds “low functioning” and which sounds “high functioning”?
Guess what? They are both me.
They never call restraint “violent behavior”.
They call flicking a paper clip “violent behavior”. They call snapping a pencil “violent behavior”.
They don’t call throwing a kid to the floor “violent”.
Our breaking is less important than that of a pencil.
Because, you cannot hurt an unperson. You cannot be violent to someone who doesn’t exist.
Because, when you are crazy, autistic, disabled, to exist in space is violent. To exist in space becomes an act of war.
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I am tired of words dressed up in suits.
I am tired of being symboled into stick figure and empty coffin.
As if a person needed something to represent.
Sometimes a heartbeat, is just a heartbeat.
Let my hands be just my hands.
http://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/08/27/we-wordle-25/
(I know, I used only one of the wordle words. Oh well.)
I fish stars
from the black holes in between my teeth,
build a seaglass castle
from pieces still sharp.
I will be the one
who sculpts my own hands,
break pinata of a mask
and gorge myself sick.
http://redwolfpoems.wordpress.com/2014/08/21/prompt-219-the-world-awakens/
Autistics move like flocks of dragonflies,
like the spray at the edge of a waterfall,
like rain bouncing off a roof.