1. Orange is the New Black
2. American Crime
3. The Girlfriend Experience
4. Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life
6. The Good Wife
9. Netanyahu at War
10. House of Cards
1. La La Land
2. OJ: Made in America
3. All the Way
4. Deep Water: The Real Story
7. The Last Gold
8. Love & Friendship
10. The Founder
1. Tegan and Sara: Love You to Death
2. Lily & Madeline: Keep it Together
3. Lisa Mitchell: Warriors
4. Marit Larsen: Joni Was Right (Parts I & II)
5. Jimmy Eat World: Integrity Blues
6. Carly Rae Jepson: Emotion Side B
7. Dami Im: Classic Carpenters
8. Foxes: All I Need
9. Solange: A Seat at the Table
10 Case/Lang/Veirs: Case/Lang/Veirs
Books (That I Read in 2016)
1. Justice Brennan: Liberal Champion: Seth Stern
2. Joe Cinque’s Consolation: Helen Garner
3. In the Shadow of FDR: William E Leuchtenburg
4. Chasing Shadows: The Life and Death of Peter Roebuck: Tim Lane
5. The Hopefuls: Jennifer Close
6. Pictures at a Revolution: Mark Harris
7. The Killing Season Uncut: Sarah Ferguson
8. Traitor to His Class: The Privileged and Radical Life of Franklin Delano Roosevelt: HW Brands
9. Scorpions: The Battles and Triumphs of FDR’s Great Supreme Court Justices: Noah Feldman
10. Justice For All: Earl Warren and the World He Made: Jim Newton.
Longform Journalism (In Chronological Order)
Britain’s First Modern Prime Minister
The Unbearable Sadness of Ben Affleck
This Election Could Be the Birth of a Trump-Sanders Constituency
How The Rest Of The World Caught Up To Tegan and Sara
Ten Years Without Jen
A True Hipster: Grant McLennon
The Ups and Downs of Jodie Foster’s Unconventional Directing Career
Brexit: A Disaster Decades in the Making
How Angels in America Became the Defining Work of American Art of the Past 25 years
A Diamond and A Kiss: The Women of John Hughes
On Vulnerability as a Disabled Person
Why Is It So Hard to Get Serial Drama Right in 2016?
How Race and Identity Became the Central Dividing Line in American Politics
The Terrorist Inside the Brain of Robin Williams
My Friend Sam
Movies Aren’t Dead, But They’ll Never Be the Same
Why the Golden Age of TV Was Really Born in the 1980s
The Inside Story of How Trump Won
Not All There: My Mother’s Lobotomy
My President Was Black
Saturday, 31 December 2016
Friday, 2 December 2016
I rather sarcastically refer to International Day of People With Disability as 'Yay, I'm a Cripple Day!'.
This rather cynical 'differently abled person' fails to see the logic in such self congratulatory landmarks. Is it to commend the broader public for being tolerant of people with a disability? They are not. Is it to celebrate various people with a disability for coming together to achieve common goals? They are not common. Is it to celebrate the achievements of disability policy? They do not exist.
There is not much point in celebrating anything, beyond pointing out a noticeable difference in an individual's capability, which in my case happens to be 'Hey, I am in a wheelchair. Let's celebrate!'
I will not be snacking on party pies or wearing a funny hat tomorrow because to me, 'Yay, I'm a Cripple Day!' does nothing but highlight the inadequacies of everything described above.
Only when people with disabilities are recognised for their skills and talents alone will I be celebrating. When all sections of the public stop instinctively referring to a diverse group of people as a homogenised 'community', I will eat a party pie to celebrate.
Some day, too, I may just wear that funny hat when politicians recognise that complex problems in disability policy do not have easy solutions. That day has not yet come, and until these days arrive, I have nothing to celebrate.
I wrote those words three years ago today for the now defunct ABC Ramp Up, and not much has changed. Of course, I'll still be mourning rather than celebrating. Tomorrow is a day that still angers me like no other.
Though I now live a happy life, and am more content than at any other point, I still had a rather frank conversation with FRG the other night. I told her why the first five seconds of my day are always the best part of my day. Those seconds are when I'm still getting my bearings, and I temporarily forget I can't get out of bed on my own. The sixth second is always the worst. That's when it all comes flooding back. I can't move. I have to wait for someone to move first. Then I have to get their permission so that I can move.
Doubtless, when I said this FRG was as sad as I had ever seen her, but I knew she would appreciate, and perhaps even respect me, for another round of my characteristic bluntness.
You and she have to understand the four fundamental truths of my life:
1. This anger will never leave me.
2. Not for as long as I live.
3. Not if each day is better than the one before.
4. Not if I could get everything else I could ever want.
However my perspective has altered somewhat. Some of this may be as a result of my job. This year I've played a small part in helping hundreds of people with disabilities and their families. The confidence in actually contributing a cause, instead of pretending to be, has made an enormous difference.
There is also something to be said for sharing a journey with FRG. Prior to meeting me, she had no previous exposure to people with a disability. Consequently, each day provides a new insight for her and the world of disability. What I have long accepted as a given, she sees as a challenge, or a triumph.
Despite these alterations, I am still angry that my perspective, and those of people with disabilities are ignored.
I am frustrated that as hard as anyone tries, no one will be able to understand the grief and anger I have on a daily basis.
I am annoyed that I get so angry and sad about something I will never be able to change.
I am angry that I will always be denied opportunities and things that I should be entitled to.
I hate that my physical challenges always defeat me. As hard as it tries, my mind always lets them defeat me.
The media, the disability sector, others with disabilities, and assorted NGOs who think they understand what I feel are asking me to celebrate what exactly?