At a concert on Friday in Sydney, Australia, the acclaimed rapper called out a pair of fans for not standing up at the show. One had a prosthetic limb, and the other was in a wheelchair.
I don’t even know how to respond to this. Not only did he chastise disabled fans for not standing up but he then made them prove they were actually disabled in front of thousands of people. Incredible. I didn’t like Kanye before I really don’t like him now.
Can we please just stop saying “special needs” when we mean “accommodations that level the playing field so disabled peeps can get their shit done”? I don’t have special needs. I have reasonable needs. I don’t need you to make school and work easy for me. I don’t need easier tasks. I need to be provided with the tools to make tasks doable. That’s not “special.”
I hate when people say “overcome” a disability or chronic illness. You don’t overcome something you will have the rest of your life, you learn to live with it and adjust around it.
There are so many people who have lost loved ones in the last few months[myself included] its horrible to think about. One thing I know without a shadow of a doubt though that I hope is a comfort to others as it me, is that everyone of them has been met by their creator and the words “Well done my good and faithful servant”. I pray with all my being that when my days on earth are done I am able to hear those words just like they have. My amazingly talented friend Phil has a beautiful song[in the link] about hearing the Lord utter those words.
Pimp my ride.
Pumping out the wheelchair Gears style ;)
Note to self,Keep all subjects of strong opinion to Tublr. Some people just don’t understand how to have a healthy debate. Just because I have a differing opinion doesn’t mean it calls for personal attack. I also find it sad that those who consider themselves Christians are some f the first ones who come in with the personal attacks in a debate as well. That’s not how my Jesus lived.
The photographer Thimothy Archibald shares with us his interesting and moving project. In his series ‘Echolilia’, Archibald explores his relationship with his autistic son Elijah.
He started to photograph Elijah when he was only 5. However, back then, Archibald’s goal was nothing but sheer documentation. Elijah, who suffers from autism, was socially withdrawn, obsessed with mechanical objects, and had a ritual need for repetition. Archibald photographed his son and showed the pictures to different behavioral specialists who confirmed that he was on the autistic spectrum.
This is so wonderful and beautiful