Getting Back Out There: Green Day’s American Idiot: A Review

  This blog is the second installment in the Getting Back Out There series. Today, we will review a play I attended on June 12^th at the Gainesville Community Playhouse. The show was entitled Green Day’s American Idiot. It chronicled a year in the life of the American rock band Green Day, as they were developing their identity as a band. I was turned onto the play by my friend, Kyle. I was immediately enthusiastic about seeing the show as the band was huge throughout my formative years. I won’t say I was their biggest fan, but I enjoyed their music tremendously.

  When the day finally arrived, I was unsure what to expect. I should’ve assumed it would be a musical, but I did not. However, it was a surprise. My girlfriend and I got to the theater right as the opening number was concluded. Immediately I knew that this show would be good. As the show progressed, my expectations were exceeded. The actors and actresses who put on the show were highly talented. You could tell they had put a lot of work into the play. The show consisted of three or four main characters representing the band members. There was also a choral group that provided the backup for many songs. As some of you may know, I have a degree in theater. While I do like straight plays, I’m particularly fond of musicals. This musical did not disappoint.

  As a final thought, I feel it is appropriate to mention the accessibility of The Gainesville Community Playhouse, seeing as this is a blog about disability-related issues. One will find a spacious lobby, allowing one to move around quickly. Once you enter the performance space, the seating is arranged so that even the “handicap” seats are at a perfect angle. Indeed, there is not a bad seat in the entire theater. The only negative I saw was the lack of multiple wheelchair-accessible seats right next to each other. Luckily, my girlfriend can transfer out of her chair. So, we were able to sit next to one another. As a message to those who built The Gainesville Community Playhouse, I commend you for your efforts to make everything accessible. If at any point you are doing a remodel of the theater, might I suggest you add sections for multiple wheelchair seating. Overall, I would rate the performance a 4 out of 5. And the theater itself, a 4 out of 5 for accessibility.

  I can’t wait to take in the venue's next show, continue to enjoy life, and “get back out there.”

Until next time.Your friendly neighborhood gimp,

- Jay. 

Gettin' Back Out There: Nothin' Fancy: A Review

 

  Anyone who hasn't lived under a rock for the last two years knows that most concert venues are just now beginning to reopen. If one looks hard enough, you will find that the music scene is slowly coming to life again. Whether you like rock, country, hip-hop, or a mixture of these genres of music, it does not take long to find a local show. While the big stadium tours are great, local venues will start to breathe life into the music scene first. Often ticket prices at these venues are lower. Economically, people are hurting now more than ever before. Small venues like the Riley Performing Arts Center in Ocala, Florida, host monthly summer concerts to satisfy the public's desire to get back out there and support the music industry.

  The Riley Performing Arts Center has teamed up with WindFM to present "WindFM Rock's The Riley," a monthly concert series that will see different classic rock tribute bands. It will include everything from Lynard Skynard to ACDC & Def Leopard. The June show was held on the 4^th and featured Nothin' Fancy. Nothin' Fancy's the ultimate Lynard Skynard tribute. You could tell there was pent-up energy from the start of the show. There was barely any time in the show where the audience was not engaged. I have seen many other tribute bands who don't have as much stage presence as this group. Combining the band's tremendous stage presence with the venue's intimacy almost feels like every seat is a front-row seat.

  Riley does a great job taking into account the needs of all its patrons. Every seat is positioned to have the best view of the stage. The seats are so good that even the handicap seats where I sat could see the back of the stage where the keyboardist played. Another highlight of the evening was during intermission of the show when I got to chat with the keyboardist at random. The conversation only lasted a few minutes, but it reinforced that it was worth the $60 I spent on tickets.

  Overall, I would give the night an 8.5 out of 10. I did not bring cash with me because I did not know whether they had merchandise available. All well, there's always next month when the Motley Crue tribute comes to town. As a final thought, it is time that we get out there and start living life again. Hopefully, this blog will inspire and reassure those who are hesitant.

Thank You, Judy Heumann

 

  Those that know me know that I love to read. I even go as far as creating book lists of authors that I want to read. I follow up by reading all of their work. I usually stick to the mainstream authors such as James Patterson, John Grisham, and Dan Brown, to name a few. I also enjoy biographies and memoirs. Recently, I finished a book titled Being Human by Judith Heumann. This book was not only a good read, but it was relatable.

  Ms. Heumann is a disability advocate who is a disability superstar. Not only does the book document her life within the disability community, but it also highlights key events that took place in the disability rights movement. Ms. Heumann was involved in the sit-in that took over the San Fransisco federal building to get the regulations that give power to section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973 signed. This law laid the foundation for the Americans with Disabilities Act, signed into law on July 26^th, 1991, by George H.W. Bush. While I was familiar on a surface level with all the events mentioned in the book, I learned much more than expected from Ms. Heumann. She made the book relatable on a personal level.

  Before starting the book, I was aware of Ms. Heumann’s involvement in the Disability Rights movement; I was unaware how much her story parallels my own. Ms. Heumann had the intention to be a teacher. However, unlike me, she pushed her case through the court system. I do not mention this here because I am reliving the past and dreading my decision. Everything happens for a reason. I only bring this up to highlight the similarities between us.

  Reading her book has re-energized my passion for bettering the lives of all disabled people, no matter the degree of disability. While much has changed since the passage of the ADA, one has to question whether or not it is time to become more forceful and stage more effective protests once again to draw attention to the plights of the disability community. Although our lives have significantly improved, there is still work to be done so we can live up to a common disability rights mantra. “Nothing about us without us.”

 

 

Counting My Blessings

 As a writer, you never know where the inspiration for a blog or story will come from. I had the idea for this blog after a conversation with a fellow disability advocate. My colleague was interviewing me for a story about transitioning from using your family to care for your physical needs when you are disabled to using outside caregivers. When the article is finished, I will post the link here.
We got off topic and started talking about our living arrangements at some point in the conversation. It came out that my colleague still lived with her parents in their tiny house. Sometimes it takes a kick in the ass to make you appreciate what you have, even if it isn't exactly what you want. Life still has its ups and downs. Yes, I still have trouble finding help, but my situation is pretty plush. Recently I have been presented with the opportunity to work with Florida Self-Advocacy Central again after nearly three years. I was presented with the opportunity to join a fellowship program. The program lasts for five months, with the option to renew the fellowship in August. As a part of this fellowship, I will be writing more articles for Florida Self-Advocacy Central. I will also be conducting training to help other people with disabilities become powerful voices for change. However, as excellent as the fellowship is, that is not the only reason I am thankful.

While writing for the fellowship, I have developed a great relationship with my uncle Tom. We have always loved each other like family, but now he serves as my primary editor for most of my written work. Our relationship built on love has grown into a much deeper love and respect for each other. He will even be editing this post before it is published. With that being said, this message is for you, Uncle Tom. Thank you for being the wonderful uncle and friend that you are. I am so blessed to have the connection I do with you.

There is one more blessing that I want to address. As I mentioned earlier, my friend still lives with her parents. I, on the other hand, am blessed with my apartment. Yes, I live on the same property as my parents, which can have its drawbacks, but for the most part, I could not have a better setup. Most people who require as much physical assistance to function as I do are forced to live in a group home. As a disability advocate, I am grateful that group homes exist in place of their predecessors' institutions, such as Willowbrook. These facilities were not even fit for prisoners, much less for people with disabilities. I say all that to acknowledge how grateful I am. My parents are going above and beyond for me. They are moving out of their current residence because they are tired of the homeowners association and its over-the-top amounts of rules. I am blessed with the opportunity to go with them. While I do want to live elsewhere, I am grateful for the opportunity to be involved with the planning and building of a new house. As much as I wish to be independent and perhaps live in a different area, I understand that they need to be close by if I encounter issues with my caregivers. Until I had the conversation mentioned above, I still wanted to move out of state. After having the conversation, I finally realized that things are the way they are meant to be. I need to stop living in an imaginary world and accept and start living my perfect and extraordinary life.

Riding at The Back of Societies The Bus, What does it mean to be disabled in America today?

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.".




People with disabilities now share Rosa Park’s seat at the back of the bus

It is no longer just Rosa Parks fighting for African American rights; now, the fight includes people like Justin Dart, Jr., the founder of the American Association of People with Disabilities.

It takes hubris to equate the struggles undertaken by the African American community in the early 60s with the challenges facing people with disabilities today. The disability rights movement is one of the last significant Civil Rights movement in America that has not gotten mainstream attention. While people with disabilities have the Americans with Disabilities Act, it is only a single piece of legislation. It by itself is only a Band-Aid and does not improve the lives of people with disabilities. It has been nearly thirty years since this ground-breaking piece of legislation, but has much really changed? It took more than one bus boycott for African Americans to see significant change. It is time for the Disability Rights movement to re-engage, re-energize, and mobilize itself to effect greater change for people with disabilities.

There are four critical areas in which the Disability Rights movement parallels the struggles of African Americans in the civil rights arena: The economy, the language used to describe the group, their social status within society, and in terms of political power.





It may be controversial to say that people with disabilities now share a literal seat in the back of the bus called American society.

First, it is crucial to address the economic standing of people with disabilities compared to their peers. Currently, if an individual has a severe disability that requires assistance with physical activities, they have to fall within two categories. A person either has to be extremely fortunate economically, making over $100,000 a year to pay for assistance. Or they have to remain at or below the poverty line, which in turn allows them to receive government assistance. For example, I have a Masters Degree in Education and a Bachelor's Degree in Theater as well as in History. I intended to pursue my teacher’s certification. However, I was denied the opportunity to teach and complete that portion of the program because of preconceived notions the school held regarding what I could. They did not allow me to prove them right or wrong. They just made a general assumption about me. Had I been allowed to prove myself, I would have been in a Catch 22 situation. A teacher does not make enough to support oneself financially when external limitations such as disability are involved. If the economic limitations are not clear, one can use the following example to drive home this point. Paul K. Longmore is a powerful disability advocate who has a Ph.D. in History (?? CONFIRM); however, he is limited due to his disability. Mr. Longmore completed his Ph.D. but was unable to receive royalties from his work due to the fact that he would have lost his much-needed benefits. In protest, he was inclined to burn all copies of his manuscript. I am in a similar situation. If someone like myself or Mr. Longmore is capable and has the proper education and skills to contribute to society, they should not be prevented from doing so for fear of losing their vital community supports. It is essential to underscore that under the current system, people with disabilities are forced to choose to remain low or hope for a giant lottery win to exist on equal ground in American society. The economic barriers are not the only barriers that push disabled people to the back of the bus.



If one can look past the economic barriers that people with disabilities face, they are confronted immediately with several others. For example, the language we use to describe disability or how we talk to people with disabilities, in general, can be patronizing. As a requirement of my Master’s program, I needed to take two classes on how to teach students with disabilities, except they did not use the word “disabilities.” I was required to take courses on how to teach students with “exceptionalities.” Exceptionalities is the latest whitewashed term to describe persons with disabilities. Exceptional is someone who breaks the 4-minute mile, not someone who brushed their teeth. I find it interesting that society has become so scared of disability that we use sanitized language to describe it.

Along with sanitized language, society also sanitizes disabilities in other ways. The late comedian Stella Young describes it perfectly when she coined the term “inspiration porn.” The term is defined as giving people with disabilities a gold star for everyday activities such as getting in and out of bed, putting shoes on, or even eating without messing. The disability community can be harshest by insisting on limiting language. For example, I make fun of myself all the time by calling myself T-Rex due to my hand contractures. Still, people within the disability community think nothing of criticizing me for the way I deal with my disability. The self-deprecating language I use does not dehumanize me; it degrades the disability's effect on my life outlook. Others can’t tell me how to describe my disability.

There may be those who scoff at my comparison between the Disability Rights Movement and African Americans' struggle. No one is arguing that many other groups haven’t had to struggle for equal footing. To a degree, circumstances have improved for these groups. My argument is that people with disabilities now share that seat at the back of the bus.

Another point worth mentioning is that persons with disabilities are one of sympathy, not citizenship. As we approach the end of 2019, a clear example of my point can be found in a recent story that I saw on Facebook. It is now such big news when a major cable network, CBS, signs a pledge to audition disabled actors to get positive press for it. Yes, it is a good thing, but my question is, “Why the hell is disability playing a role in one’s decision to hire an actor/actress.” The whole point of acting is to play challenging roles and explore what it means to be human. At what point will we realize that disability is not something to be shunned. Instead, it is just a part of the human condition.

In the US, who you know and who you associate with is crucial to social development, perhaps even more so when you are a disabled person. Social isolation is a difficulty. In school, a child’s social group tends to revolve around their classroom cliques. For a child who spent his or her school years removed from the “mainstream” classroom, their peer and social groups were limited to the other students in their special education classes. After high school, for those students who continued their education at colleges or universities, their peer and social groups are limited to those other students who choose to include them in social activities. Having a friendship with a lab partner does not always translate to invitations to parties. After school has ended, social groups tend to revolve around work colleagues and events. For a person with a disability without employment, this is the end of their social life. Other social relationships rarely develop other than those between the disabled person and their caregivers. Persons with disabilities end up unintentionally segregated due to society’s inability to look past differences. At what point will it be acceptable to “mix groups,” or will we forever be hidden away from view?

A final area that mirrors African Americans' plight can be found if one looks to the political arena. No one is arguing that African American’s opinions and rights haven’t been infringed upon. However, disabled people also have had their voting rights tampered with through a wide variety of methods, even though people with disabilities currently make up a large portion of the electorate. Their vote is sometimes dismissed through voter ID requirements and inaccessible polling places. Don’t believe me? If every person with a disability had voted in the 2016 presidential election, there would have been 2 million more votes cast. I am not saying that the results in the election would have changed, but I am saying that the candidates missed out on a huge opportunity to talk with an underrepresented segment of society. The disability vote can decide the 2020 election. That is if anybody pays attention to it. Thanks to groups like the American Association of People with Disabilities and their voter engagement program. Perhaps this is a sign of the long-awaited change that is beginning throughout society.



I do not expect this essay to change the hearts and minds of everyone overnight. My only intentions are to highlight the work that still needs to be done and start a conversation. Just because “We” have The Americans with Disabilities Act, persons with disabilities should not grow complacent, and America, as a whole, should strive for the better overall treatment of all of its fellow citizens. Sometimes, although this country is excellent, it settles for patting itself on the back for minimal effort rather than putting in the hard work needed to live up to the words on the Statue of Liberty.