From Recipes for Inclusive Education, Chapter 6, “Braises and Roasts”

Far from protesting, many an Infirm Child’s eyes shine with an Inner Light at mention of this most noble purpose their otherwise wasted bodies can serve. There are Disabled Children not as wholly selfish as their Disabled brethren who would demand survival, even education and employment, at the expense of their Normal brothers. But good it is to look upon the Infirm Child going cheerfully to the cook-pot to feed the strength of the Normal Child whose rude health is testament to his good character and his Creator’s Pleasure in him.
Color photo of Betsy DeVos, an older white woman, talking animatedly, her excitement presumably over the prospect of destroying the federal civil rights of students with disabilities without even understanding how laws work.

UPDATE: (Salem Village, Massachussetts Bay Colony, January 18, 1617,) Goody DeVos, beloved of GOD as evidenced by her billions, testifying before Congress about the importance of parents being able to choose their disabled children’s schools without mentioning either that: 1) some parents would choose such things as a ducking stool to see if their child’s disability is a “real” one; or 2) choosing that charter dame school the next colony over means they lose their due process rights if the charter school beats their kid for not being able to read his horn book or whatever. Photo courtefy of Salon.

Nature and her master THE LORD have blessed the Educator with ease in beginning any recipe for inclusion, ‘Step One of How to Cook a Disabled Child: Catch a disabled child.’ Truly, the Infirm Child’s emfeeblement makes him an ideal choice for the inexperienced Educator new to his twin masters Efficiency and Economy.

When you have your specimen, consider your various cooking options as well as how many Normal Children you have to feed. Is the Infirm Child plump and well-larded? If this be the case, wrap the lad’s loin with the finest bacon and roast in a hot oven, a dish fit to serve at term’s end to celebrate the holiday.

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Ingrid’s Excellent End-of-Life-Planning Adventure

Step 1: Let’s admit our lives are not going to suddenly become unnatural as they end. Because unless you are somehow reading this from the extremely natural savanna, tundra, rainforest, permafrost region, or other isolated location where you just stumbled across web access — and thanks for finding my blog! — you’re not really all that natural right now. Unless you come from a world where dollar bills poke up out of the soil when Spring kisses the earth and visiting a private room several times a day to make an offering in the porcelain vessel is just doin’ what comes naturally, you’re no less artificial than you would be using, say, a ventilator or feeding tube.

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I Never Told You

Gretchen’s mood, as well as her judgment, wasn’t helped any by a letter she received at the clinic. The letter congratulated them on being selected as one of the test sites for the Dignity Initiative’s Adult Diaper Dispensation (ADD) program over the next year. At first she thought it was a mistake, but an embarrassing phone call to the program’s administrator revealed that one of her very own board members had applied on the clinic’s behalf. It was Patrick, an old-timer who had fought term limits the hardest. She didn’t bother calling him. She called the board chair, Frank, who was a muckety-muck partner in a law firm. She was disgusted to learn he knew about it. She wrote a letter to the executive committee explaining they had to withdraw and why, and couriered it to each. That got a response. They were polite but said the money was needed. Reading their letter, Gretchen fought the urge to reply by saying, “So, the staff can turn a few tricks if need be?”

But clearly action was needed. The next meeting was nigh. When Gretchen sent out the agenda she added “Dignity Initiative inservice” as the first item after Review Minutes. She made sure “Refreshments will be served” was on there because she wanted good attendance. Carefully, she selected Buffalo wings, salted cashews, wasabi peanuts, iced tea and, as a special surprise, cold beer, and set them out on the reception desk. As they trooped in, exclaiming as they saw the snacks, she urged them to put their things down in the waiting room, grab something to eat – have a beer! – and soon the meeting would start.
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Judging Assisted Suicide Policy, Not People

This was a tough, tough interview and the toughest question NBC asked me was: “If you were talking to Brittany Maynard right now, would you tell her she can’t have this choice?”

A: I’d say, “I don’t want you to suffer and I want you to direct your own care so you have peace of mind. I’m a woman who has a degenerative neuromuscular disease and I want that for ME. But our choices aren’t really the problem and I don’t want to be set up to judge you. But I DO have to judge proposed public policy.
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Secrets of the Crip: Transhuman Edition

Thanks to Regan Brashear’s film FIXED, I was part of a UCSF diversity-month panel where I indoctrina — excuse me, talked to — medical students/researchers, nurses, and physical therapists about the social model of disability and my general reaction to new “human enhancements.” (As I’ve said before, I’m more old-school when it comes to enhancements — and a HUGE fan of coffee, wheelchairs, Harrington rods, BiPAPs, and orthodontics.)

Here is what I consider a key question in any discussion about human enhancements and how I answer it.
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