Wednesday, 30 June 2010


Don't mind the title of this post. I just have this thing about titles. I hate having to put one up before I start. So there you go. Often I don't know what I am going to write until I get into it. I guess I had just better write the post and then invent the title hey! Will do that next time.

Just watched a version of Blue Eyes, Brown Eyes on TV. It's a lesson on discrimination - racial - but it applies to any sort of discrimination. Jane Elliott divides a group of average people into blue eyed ppl and brown eyed ppl and then makes the rules that the blue eyes are the ones who will be the inferior and the brown the superior. She then devises all sorts of ways to have the blue eyes humiliated, segregated, made to wait, given inferior food, given tests that have been devised so that they will fail and so on. The Brown eyes are treated well and with respect. The Brown eyes play the game. Of course generally white people have blue eyes and black people have brown eyes. There are some that don't fit ie white with brown eyes but the blue/brown thing stands. I watch the blue eyes protest and roar and cry and leave the group cos they don't like how they are treated. They deny the whole situation and deny the subtlety of discrimination. They call Jane and the Brown eyes bullies. They are so confronted by their experience of unfair discrimination that they deny that such treatment exists.

It is astonishing and at the same time very believable as I see abloids deny that disability discrimination is rife or deny my experience of it. eg "they didn't mean it". Or as people have said to me "that's not patronising!" when they have just patronised me horrendously. They don't seem to understand that the patroniser or the discriminator don't get the say about whether it is or isn't. The person who is on the receiving end decides whether they have been patronised or not. It's hilarious to think anything else.

Saturday, 26 June 2010

Soup and stay inside

It was cold today. I went out for a little while to show my support worker something he needed to know. Outside work today, pulling out bloody asparagus fern, sweeping paths and driveways, getting the trellis out to put up tomorrow. Gonna have a go at espaliering a fruit tree along the front side fence near the climbing rose.

My worker made some pumpkin soup (his own recipe) and I had some for tea. Yum yum it was delicious. Now reading Board papers for a bunch of meetings on Monday. Bit o TV and do nothing much til bed.

Friday, 25 June 2010


It's been raining last night and tonight like in Camelot. Sunny day today and had to go into the city for a lunch meeting. We sat in the sun and had lunch and talked. Always a good meeting.

Then did a bit of shopping and checked out the refurbished Woolies supermarket in Rundle Mall. Not bad, but am not sure that they have solved the queuing traffic jams. AND they have installed those scan and pay yourself checkouts. I did not go down that aisle but could see many of them from a distance and it appeared to me that NONE of them were accessible to wheelchair users. The scan plate was at around my midrib height and the pin pad at about my head height or a bit above. I will have a proper look next time and let you know.

Home on the train and that was nice, as finally we have a few trains that have been upgraded to comply with the Disability Standards for Accessible Public Transport and I got one of those. I space to myself that wasn't around the doorway and a button within reach if I needed to contact the driver (to put the ramp down for me to disembark). So nice at last. Also push button open and shut doors. auditory and visual announcements of next stop. Good railing and colour contrasts. At last. A train that truly welcomes me and my people too.


Thursday, 24 June 2010

Crikey she's bossy that Glee.

Here I am and it might not be much til I build up but I vow to write something everyday. Have been exhausted and depressed. Stupid nasty people have been casting nasturtiums around the country about me which most people have ignored I think. But it doesn't help when I have been working hard as a disability rights activist and advocate for decades. Even tho these people have NO IDEA what I do (cos they cut me off and shut me out) they have the gall to say that I am not representing South Australia properly on Physical Disability Australia. It amazes me how often crips try to cut other crips down. Mean minded and egotistical of them for sure. As if we don't get enough shit from the abloids without attacking our fellow crips. Pathetic little cockalorums!

Wednesday, 23 June 2010


I come here every now and then and I continue to see that I haven't posted anything. And it's SO ANNOYING! Better kick her arse into gear.