So it’s been awhile since I played this but, here we go
Sunny Sydney Election Day, Clover Back
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Yesterday NSW had an election. It was a landslide. that many others will no doubt talk of for many days to come.
Picking up on a post from Mary over at HAT, yes I think she might be right. From what I saw in the literature, there was a higher number of “baseline” accessible venues.
But I never left the house to vote.
I iVoted. At home. On my own laptop. More privately than I did more than once at a polling place.
Designed for people with vision impairment who use screen readers and various other disabilities – they broadened it out to allow travelling folks to feel included too.
The information on the iVote website read:
You can vote before Polling Day using iVote if:
- your vision is so impaired, or you are otherwise so physically incapacitated or so illiterate, that you are unable to vote without assistance,
- you are unable to vote without assistance or have difficulty voting at a polling place because you have a disability (within the meaning of the Anti-Discrimination Act 1977),
- your real place of living is not within 20 kilometres, by the nearest practicable route, of a polling place; or
- you will not be in New South Wales throughout the hours of polling on polling day
.
The process was painless enough for the fact it was hard to see the bigger Legislative Council in its entirety, and I had to do this sequentially as opposed to top and tailing it as I normally do.
Yes I would do it again. But my question is; is this going to simply be a work around so the various electoral commissions don’t need to improve the distances to and percentages of accessible venues. I hope not. But sadly I fear so
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To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.
Lao Tzu
I am blessed. I have needed heavy doses of strength and courage in my life. I have had those that loved me “just when I needed it most”.
The courage I have needed in the last few days might well surprise some folks. In fact I know it has. In ways that has damaged at least two friendships.
But the courage I needed was not physical. It was of integrity. I needed to own my truth and recognize that for me at least loyalty to a broader cause was not my highest calling. It was to a principle, this time one of inclusion. I assessed each woman on her merits as I was asked and on the issues I was asked about I spoke as I saw.
IT was worth it all.
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Gay rights to marriage is the topic de jour nationally at the moment and we are debating it for good or ill. That’s ok, great in fact.
A New South Wales Senator Doug Cameron from Australia’s house of review made an an interesting couple of comments in an interview in favour of what “we” are calling “equal marriage rights legislation”. I was listening tonight via podcast.
He talked of discrimination against people on the basis of sexual “preference” as legalised apartheid. I’m just saying that I think the lack of choice offered to other groups, other minorities in the country might also be seen as the same thing, but if you’ll pardon the pun it might be a little less sexy perhaps to argue on the basis of limitation or age. Remind people of weakness and the inevitable ageing process?
He argued that we shouldn’t be discriminating against gay people because they are ordinary people. “People are people”. Indeed again not the only minority with that argument.
“We don’t just live in a economy, we live in a society and society means you have to build a good society (my emphasis) and ending discrimination is one way to build a good society”
Meaning it takes moral leadership to equalise the playing field and perhaps the ability and courage to take a stand, and perhaps heaven forbid say ummm no to some things?
And key.
“I don’t think human rights are ever a fringe issues.
Good then. Fight for all human rights please
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The 2010 Don’t DIS My ABILITY Campaign Has Kicked Off!.
Enjoy! I’ll probably write more about this as the month moves forward.
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While the announcement itself is good, I’m personally a little bit disappointed that this is the first comment I have heard from Jan Mclucas; our newly minted Federal Parliamentary Secretary for Disabilitiesty and Carers.
a couple of things to notice;
Despite the wording of the United Nations Convention on the Rights of catalogue on People with Disability and the fact that carers are given a title case and personhood in her ministerial title, those with disabilities are not acknowledged as people. Secondly, as soon as she gives her title she then launches into howp roud she used to support all the carers. I really am glad she’s proud of that, but you need to be proud of both parts of the full portfolio and be clear on the different needs of both parts. Because although there are indeed similarities in the needs of carers and people with disabilities, there are differences too.
it really does go to show that once the group gets organised to advocate for itself in a cohesive manner politicians do listen.
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I’m honoured to have my first guest post, from PB who is a fellow traveller viewing the world from waist high. This post on the changing nature of disability politics and the language that travels with it. He is much braver than I in what he says.. Enjoy! J
Excuse me but what is the ‘disability fight’? Twice this week from widely disparate sources I have heard this term and am puzzled as to its inspiration and meaning.
Who is it against and when will we know who has won?
What is at stake and what are we fighting over?
Is it a fight towards acceptance, recognition, equity and justice? Are we fighting for social inclusion?
Is it a fight against oppression, ignorance and apathy or worse, the dry rot of passive paternalism.
Will it combat that sense of lowered values and quiet disbelief that this ‘fight’ affects each of us.
It is the fight we had to have or one we have been invited to? That is, spend some time in the ring, swing some punches at a nameless opponent then go sit down in your corner and suck an orange with a towel over your head, ala stressed budgie.
Does this fight recognise it is not about us (poodlies), that is its not a factional squabble of the sector?
Will it be likened to the fight against evil, crime or ‘terror’? A war against drugs. We all know how they end up, see references above to oranges.
Is it like the fight to save the environment or planet? One where we all take a responsibility for being a part of the problem AND solution. Were we all have impact and we can ALL change the situation. Acknowledged it is up to us individually as well as communally.
Or is it the fight we have with ourselves, the internal and infernal struggle against adversity, the challenge of self pride and of rising above ourselves, or rather our disability as the rest see (sorry perceive) it. Is it the battle of the badge, the slogan, the 12 second media bite. A fight to be heard clearly and accurately in the face of an eon of stigma and fear.
This is the lonely fight, the fight of the outsider, the caller of the elephants. Does it need to involve others always? Could it be the sort of path to enlighten (or darken) meant that many aspire to and others scurry from?
What is the battlefield? Politics, law, domestic policy, entrenched institutions, systems and practices, or is it in the class room, the family home perhaps? Is it wherever a significant other, spouse, friend or family member turns their back on you because your inconvenient, difficult, hard to include.
Does it begin when they say “But its ok you’ll understand, what else could I do, what choice did I have?” many of you been a player in that fight. What choice did they have, well they had the same hard choice we had, to be true to each other no matter what; to act with integrity for what they knew to be right.
How will we fight this? I for one am excited by the prospect of reigniting the “Society for the Chronically Inconvenienced”, forming a unit, gathering arms, battleship, squadron, whatever and taking it to them, whoever them is.
There are also different approaches. Should we fight openly in public, crawl up the steps of the Whitehouse, or psychologically invade their thoughts, dispel their beliefs and place our magnet against their moral compass.
Why is it a ‘disability fight’? Is it because we don’t actually know the answers to these questions but we figure it’s likely that someone will get hurt, either already or through active service.
I’m puzzled truly, although I am cautiously pleased it has moved on from a disability issue, and that it is no longer a problem. I’m even ok that it is no longer a movement for those of us that were there and having these debates decades ago.Puzzled but confident because at least with a fight you get to name the target and opponent/s. You know it will get dirty, you know it will be tuff but you can choose the sacrifice you make. You also know that casualties are likely but that ultimately you know the side your on, and hopefully who is there beside you.
Thank you to J for the space and opportunity to go “blah” and for thinking it worthy of your blog. PB
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From this post by a friend’s friend Stu on compulsory vs voluntary voting my comment verbatim:
Nearly but not quite convinced.
Having seen the high number of people who were more worried about the fine than the vote because they couldn’t organise themselves out of a paper bag, I’m not convinced we would get a representative “sampling” in Parliament. These people who didn’t want to vote weren’t ignorant, just apathetic. Apart from the “informal” and the donkey vote — different things by the way, you get people that *will* get informed, if only as things are thrust in their hands, or as they switch from a cooking show to the debate, only because they have to choose.Americans for example see voting as one of many rights that they are better informed of than we here in Australia.
My thought: deal with the apathy and education issues first then look at voluntary voting.
In light of my comments on the cost of a vote I wonder how much incentive governments and the electoral commission would have to improve access for people with disability if we weren’t obliged to vote?
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9 years ago I signed a mortgage for what was meant to be a family home. I was living in Perth at the time. We, XH and I had just seen the mortgage broker off after a marathon contract signing and finance explaining effort and we were exhausted. I turned on the television in the bedroom hoping for some mindless dribble and a distracting change of pace.
I think XH and I didn’t talk finances for a week after that.
I remember watching plumes of smoke coming out of a tower and journalists scrambling, rushing to get their words out in case they too faded, as a second plane lit the second tower as it crumbled like melted wax. I believed it to be a movie. It couldn’t be real. I switched over needing something lighter. But it was everywhere.
I remember being scared, not in a child like way, but with an awareness that chilled me to the core that evil was around.
It was a big day.
I haven’t known what to say over the side of the world as American news media outlets and the bloggersphere has marked the 9 year anniversary. But I will say this; Those planes took lives, but in my view gave America its sense of community and put it on display for all of us to honor. Battles for justice and equity have raged since
On the same date some six years earlier a brave young(er) PB took on a mammoth task of justice and community on a somewhat more localised scale. To this date he fights on with courage and determination I can but aspire to.
I honour in a small way all to whom Sept 11 becomes an anniversary of fighting for the good.
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