Monday, June 11, 2007

Pedagogy of the Pissed

Pedagogy of the Pissed: Punk Pedagogy in the First-Year Writing Classroom
Seth Kahn-Egan
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The day I opened my mailbox and saw a lead CCC article called "Never Mind the Tagmemics: Where's the Sex Pistols" (CCC 48.1, February 1997, pp. 9-29), I thought I was dreaming. During my time as a student and teacher of composition, I have been thinking almost continually about ways to use punk ideology and energy in a composition course. Geoffrey Sirc opens up pedagogical space for this ideology. He surveys the history of folk/utopian-dreamy pedagogy; he shows how that pedagogy abandoned its connection to popular culture in the late 1970s; he calls for the inclusion of punk ideology in our classrooms. Unfortunately, his article stops just when my interest peaks. He stops short of offering any vision of what a punk pedagogy or classroom would look like. While I certainly can't claim to offer a definitive version of a punk pedagogy, I do want to offer up some ideas for why we might develop one. In doing so, I hope to elevate punk discourse to a level beyond its commonly assigned rabble-rousing.

Two questions beg discussion before really delving into any talk about punk teaching. First, what is punk ideology? Second, why does it have any place in the academy? Trying to define and explicate punk ideology is certainly problematic. There is no Platonic ideal of "punkness" from which we can extract a definition. Punk, during its lifespan as a recognized, named subculture, has changed a great deal. Gone are the days when a call for action like "Anarchy in the UK" could be a number one hit; such political rallying cries have been replaced by "Rape Me," "Basket Case," and other cries of pain and anguish, self-loathing, and hate. Is this what we want to teach our students?

Well, no. My contention, however, is that there are still some common characteristics between what my students call "old-school" punk and the neo-punk of today. These characteristics, modified so that we can maintain some civility in our classrooms, might provide a philosophical direction useful in guiding us to a new kind of course, one in which we teach critical discourse that is more proactive than deconstructive. From my own research into and experience with punk subcultures and ideologies, I deduce the following principles of "punk":

(1) The Do-It-Yourself (DIY) ethic, which demands that we do our own work because anybody who would do our work for us is only trying to jerk us around;

(2) A sense of anger and passion that finally drives a writer to say what's really on his or her mind;

(3) A sense of destructiveness that calls for attacking institutions when those institutions are oppressive, or even dislikable;

(4) A willingness to endure or even pursue pain to make oneself heard or noticed;

(5) A pursuit of the "pleasure principle," a reveling in some kind of Nietzchean chasm.

I'm not advocating a full-blown, anarchistic, self-mutilating classroom where students scarify themselves. Instead, I'm advocating a classroom where students learn the passion, commitment, and energy that are available from and in writing; where they learn to be critical of themselves, their cultures, and their government-that is, of institutions in general; and, most importantly, where they learn to go beyond finding out what's wrong with the world and begin making it better. The punk classroom helps them move from being passive consumers of ideology to active participants in their cultures. Along the way, they may have to deconstruct the realities they've brought with them, but the focus of the pedagogy is on constructing new realities of their own design.

I'm not calling on writing teachers to completely abandon the academic discourse we teach. When we teach students to do academic writing, we are teaching them to work within and against institutional constraints, to be critical of the texts and systems that surround them. We teach them to recognize that others have spoken before them and to carve their own positions out of existing work by reading against other readings. The gesture of recognizing what has been said, however, is one of the most elusive for young writers. The difficulty is magnified when we ask them to enter conversations on traditional academic subjects like literature and history. Many students seem to think that these topics have been talked to death already, that there's nothing new for them to say. As a result, some may make claims about topics without considering sources or any evidence that might weigh for or against their positions. They simply opine, instead of criticizing or advocating.

My argument depends on the idea that punk discourse moves beyond criticism. Punk interrogates and deconstructs texts/symbols/icons/cultures much like academic discourses do. However, punk also goes beyond that. The punk writer typically provides alternatives to the problems identified in the writing. Often those alternatives advocate subverting dominant ideologies and punk writers cast their solutions in terms that mainstream audiences would blanche at. The Dead Kennedys' "Stars and Stripes of Corruption" doesn't stop at lambasting flag-waving pseudo-patriots for their racist, xenophobic, anti-freedom zealotry; it calls for maximizing freedom and the right to speak out against corruption and injustice. I'm not suggesting that we assign students essays filled with four-letter words and anti-government spewings, but rather that we encourage students to risk advocating positions instead of only critiquing other offerings. While other pedagogies also encourage students to take positions, punk pedagogy focuses on the agency of writing-on writing as the vehicle for change that it can be when the writer is really behind it.

At the heart of my call for advocacy is a felt sense that some students are becoming passive. Student-centered classrooms are designed to empower students, but too often students leave such classrooms with little sense of responsibility to their cultures. We encourage them to assume authority as writers, to find a voice, or to "claim an interpretive project of their own," but we don't give them any real encouragement to speak. Or more precisely, we may not make it clear to them that they must use writing to address problems with the culture. What they lack is a sense that they need to say anything at all.

I'm not placing blame on writing teachers for the passivity that we constantly face. Much of the blame rests on a growing trend in all corners of society not to take action or responsibility for what happens in the world. I'm looking for a way to attack their inactivity in writing courses. A punk-driven course, with its emphasis on DIY motivation, personal responsibility for actions, and highly intense (sometimes angry, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes happy, sometimes violent) attitude, might go a long way towards encouraging, in fact demanding, that student writers use their writing to take a stand, to fix a problem, to break what they want broken and put it back together again the way they want it put.

The course that enacts this pedagogy teaches students that resistance resulting from inertia is pointless, as is rebellion for its own sake. At the same time, student writers are in a position to point out the problems in every culture or subculture, dorm room or classroom, while they have somebody who is a more experienced writer to help them. The underlying ideal of the course is that students both can and must speak out when they have something to say. Ideally, the seeds of DIY will sprout, and students will take charge of their writing and hence of their lives, discovering that words they put on a page mean something. They can make demands, and if they make them well (which may require making them loudly and repeatedly), they can get action.

When I first started picturing how punk ideology would work in a writing course, I envisioned a course that relied heavily on punk music, using the music as a model and an inroad into the sense of power and agency that writing can provide. However, I understand that not every teacher can (or wants to) work with those kinds of texts in his or her class. With that realization in mind, I want to finish out by describing two versions of a punk-driven writing course. One version I just finished teaching, and it didn't explicitly refer to or rely on the language of punk subcultures; the other I'll teach in the Spring of 1998.

As for the course we just completed-ostensibly, our work focused on the concept of authority: defining it, interrogating it, and finally assuming it. Students spent six weeks writing daily on authority in language, institutions, relationships, and so on. While much of their writing was deconstructive in nature, I worked very hard to convince these students that their work was a form of action, that writing critically about authority-figures is a way of addressing those figures. My goal was to leave them with a strong sense of their own rhetorical agency. Although I rarely introduced the term "punk" into the classroom, I built the course to emphasize punk's proactive nature.

The writing for the course broke down into three sequences of exploratory writings and a final essay. First, students wrote three essays investigating and naming sources and types of authority. Essays ranged from wondering why parents have the right to make curfews, to why age or size or knowledge or charisma generate power, to the divine nature of God's authority. The class then wrote three exploratory essays in which they interrogated authority figures and institutions, deconstructing institutional claims to power. The final sequence asked them to take responsibility: to claim authority over a certain situation, and to explain why their claims were justified and what they planned to do. Once the students completed these sequences, they generated essay topics ranging from analyzing the power of popular culture icons to arguing the need for increased gun control. Our extended conversation about the nature of authority in language, symbols, and institutions provided students ways to talk about the world, and, more importantly, things to say to the world, that I really believe they didn't have in their arsenals before the course.

My course for next spring, "Writing about Punk Rock," asks students to write and read extensively, looking at their own rebelliousness (the first paper assignment asks for them to describe and think about a situation in which they behaved subversively) and the rebelliousness of others (we will spend much of our class time examining punk music and lyrics, as well as reading about major figures in various punk subgenres). Their readings and their writings for most of the course will focus on finding the point where passionate advocacy ends and lunatic ranting begins. Their final essay will ask them to construct a subversive text, to call for action on an issue or against an institution that concerns them. The format of their original punk texts will be open-they can write songs, articles, letters, whatever. They will be able to work individually or in groups. They will need to decide how best to say what they want said, to do-it-themselves. The course will challenge students to take action.

This course should also challenge me as a teacher to keep from over-institutionalizing the very individuality I want to foster; there is a tension between my desire to teach active subversion and my institutional bonds. However, I'm not convinced that this tension is substantially different from the ever-present tension between decentering our classrooms and handing out assignments and grades to our students. Tension lies at the heart of the punk classroom. Frankly, I find this tension between myself as a subversive and as an institutional representative intriguing. If I do my job well, the lesson I can teach students is that pro-action can come from anywhere. The position of the actor, and the languages the actor speaks, are secondary to the actor's intentions and activity. Power doesn't necessarily derive from titles and natural talent. Just because I'm (probably) a more accomplished writer than my students doesn't mean that they don't have anything to say; likewise, just because I draw a paycheck from the university doesn't mean I don't have anything to say. What's more important is to say something. If my teaching results in a class full of students who can successfully subvert me (as long as they think what I'm doing is really bad), I will consider my work successful. The risk seems worth taking if I can develop writers who need to say what's on their minds.

Ultimately, I believe that studying and writing in a punk classroom can work to improve student writing in several different ways. First, readings and listenings can and should be models of how much commitment can go into and come out of writing. The Dead Kennedys' "Stars and Stripes of Corruption" and the Sex Pistols' "God Save the Queen" are among many incredibly powerful statements of engagement and commitment that my students will hear throughout the course. Second, the course should require the same commitment from them in their own writing. Reading, responding, and leading discussions as a punk teacher requires making strong demands on students to mean what they say, as well as to say what they mean. Third, it will provide them with a discourse that helps them see both the value and the problems of academic discourses. It seems to me that we can use punk discourse to cast criticism in a language that's at least less alien (by virtue of its pop culture languages and students' familiarity with it) than more traditional languages of the academy. By doing so, we provide them access to a process that we value, while not forcing a new vocabulary on them. Fourth, it will give students a vehicle to voice their own resistance. Students leaving the punk writing course may move outwards to other, less aggressive forms of critical discourse, but the lessons in proactivity and DIY ethics should serve them well no matter who they talk at. Viva la revolution!

&

Never Mind the Sex Pistols, Where’s 2Pac?
Geoffrey Sirc


Black man got a lot of problems
But they don't mind throwin' a brick.
White people go to school
Where they teach you how to be thick
- The Clash, "White Riot"

A punk pedagogy is inevitable; reversibility has become the essential hermeneutic of modernity (the first light of modernism, as it dawns on Duchamp, is his print of the word NON). I have very little to add to Seth Kahn-Egan's pedagogical reflections, except slight reserve on two issues. First, although I might like to teach a cultural studies course on Punk Rock, I'd never do heavy nostalgia in a composition class. I hate to make anyone share my enthusiasms: I'd get creeped out, feeling like Allan Bloom playing students his Mozart records. To maintain the punk negation, yet finesse the potential boredom involved in dated material, I base my first-year course around gangsta rap-my students' preference, my pleasure. In fact, the gangsta negation is even arguably stronger, maybe because race and class become leading factors. (If society hated punks, how would we term their feeling for thugs? It's the difference, maybe, between creep and criminal). Gangsta, like punk, like Malcolm X, is all about using a kind of plainspeak grammar and lexicon, charged with as much poetry as one can muster, to fashion a desperate politics of decency in an indecent world. Style counts, not as belletristic prose or academic discursivity, but as character, attitude (and this is, of course, punk; as Malcolm McLaren puts it in his recent "Elements of Anti-Style," punk "wasn't fashion as a commodity...[but] fashion as an idea" [New Yorker, 22 Sept. 1997, p. 92]). Like punk, gangsta seems already encoded in modernity: Richard Wright could have been describing 70s punks or 90s gangstas (or even 60s French hippies, he sounds like Debord) when he chronicled black men and women of 1941, who, in light of historical "scenes of rapine, sacrifice, and death, seem to be children of a devilish aberration, descendants of an interval of nightmare in history, fledglings of a period of amnesia on the part of men who once dreamed a great dream and forgot"; or when he contextualized the pedagogy of boredom: "strange moods fill our children.... the streets...claim them, and no voice of ours can call them back...we cannot keep them in school" (12 Million Black Voices, NY: Viking, 1941, pp. 27 and 136). Too $hort is the Clash from an insider's perspective: "Send your kids to a school that don't really teach, I give a fuck about a motherfuckin' college degree." Gangsta works in the writing class as it does in the broader culture, to organize an inherent cultural disaffection. But it doesn't try (as hip-hop does) to turn such anomie in any positive direction, as I would argue punk didn't either. Did punk try to remake the world or unmake it? What does "no future" mean, exactly? I hate to see negation rehabilitated.

And that's the other minor exception I take with Kahn-Egan's pedagogy, with the sentimental aspect of his course. Maybe that's the wrong word, but whatever the word is, it's lying there in the shadowy realm between "not advocating a full-blown, anarchistic, self-mutilating classroom where students scarify themselves" and "advocating a classroom where students learn the passion, commitment and energy that are available from and in writing" (100), or in the space between "finding out what's wrong with the world" and then "making it better" (100)-this ambiguous space that holds all the answers if only we knew the right questions. Can the academy really be a site for reform? Then why would the Clash and Too $hort feel the way they do? Is there a meaningful, established cultural site for reform anywhere? Why did an utter lack of compassion distinguish Stagolee? And why do his grandchildren in N.W.A. still sing the same refrain: "Takin' a life or two, that's what the hell I do. You don't like how I'm livin? Well, fuck you"? What if the world as it now stands can't be made better but only undone? As I write this, I read in the morning paper about how they want to send a load of plutonium into outer space. I cringe at the writing prompt (if anybody even cared enough) some teacher might assign: "Write a letter to NASA about this controversy, taking either one side or the other..." Kahn-Egan's pedagogy bemoans some students' tendency to "simply opine, instead of criticizing or advocating" (101). I'm reminded of the Pistols' appearance on Bill Grundy's Today show, which took simply opining (about how boring Mozart was-sorry, Allan) to the snotty extreme of blatantly insulting-"You fucking rotter," were Steve Jones' last words to Grundy (Jon Savage, England's Dreaming, NY: St. Martin's, 1992, p. 259). I suppose I should work very hard in my class to teach students effective ways to critique, say, the dominant white media. But too often I can't stomach the dominant white media enough even to care to do that project. It seems laughable. Is enabling students to do our oh-so-clever cultural critiques-an ad analysis, say-ever going to do anything except reaffirm the media's top-dog status or the primacy of various race, class, gender, and preference roles? Most times I just can't transcend my disgust-I still can't shake what they did to Nat King Cole, for example. And I suppose I should want to take that sad song and make it better ("Keep Ya Head Up," says the chipper young 2Pac), but nursing my revulsion rings truer ("Fuck the World," sings the bitter young 2Pac, accompanied by approving nods from McLaren: "cultivating hatred- always the greatest asset" [90]).

Kahn-Egan's version of punk is one that "goes beyond" hatred and nihilism, "provid[ing] alternatives to the problems" (101). I guess to flip the script, as Rotten does, saying "you are the problem" is a sort of alternative, but it seems steeped in mere hatred to me, more turning away than "tak[ing] a stand." I do like the way N.W.A. go beyond nihilism, though, with that leer in their voice: "We don't just say no, we're too busy sayin' yeah!" While the political has its place, it's also transcended in the version of punk/gangsta that I know. When I talk about my gangsta class, compositionists often voice concern, if not on academic grounds, on political ones: when discussed on an Internet listserv, one anonymous participant smirked, "You can probably make money betting that the sharks taking courses where the dominant culture trains its young are not studying rap." I distrust this easy reading; such a canny politics, for me, only legitimizes those systems and constructs and personalities that utterly disgust me. And my doubts about the academy-as I suspect is true for Kahn-Egan-have reached critical levels. I really don't know what to do in a writing class anymore, what makes real sense, except to play 2Pac records, all those songs where he talks about "no future" and how "my attitude is shitty"; or read 2Pac interviews, like his last one from The Source, suffused with ambivalence (cutting deeper than any presumed political enlightenment we might offer):

Don't nobody know how shit's supposed to turn out. Maybe the bums got it right, maybe we supposed to be sleeping on the street resting for the real world whenever this shit is over.... Maybe these dope heads got it right, getting doped up and numb 'cause it ain't shit out here to really see. Maybe these young niggas are right when they're acting up, when they're thirteen with guns. Maybe they know if they waste ten more years getting into this educational system they just gonna get logged and backed up. (Adario Strange, "Death Wish," The Source, March 1996, p. 111)
I just don't see any more interesting theorizing being done on a level where my students and I (hell, all Americans) have common ground. Oh sure, I can teach someone to write an academic paper that will pass, like Angela Bates does in this excerpt from her paper "The Best of Tupac":

Tupac was an extremely controversial person from the start of his rap career but that was not the one thing he wanted to be remembered as. Tupac told Kurt Loder in an interview he conducted with him called Tupac in his own Words that appeared on MTV in 1996 that in the future he wanted to be known as changing and just having his chance to change. Unfortunately that small request was denied because his life came to a complete halt on September 7, 1996 where his body came under attack from numerous bullets that was fired in the car he and Suge Knight, CEO of the label he rapped on rode. An artist as poised and talented as Tupac Shakur should have been given that second chance to continue his life in a positive and meaningful direction that he wanted to take it. Some people viewed Tupac as Malcolm X before Mecca but the greatest loss is to the world, because we will never have the privilege to see Tupac after Mecca.

I think that's awfully nice work, but it's not really enough; her immersion into college prose feels almost dutiful, as if I were teaching her how to be thick, rather than how to flow. It's not really enough for Angela, either, as her final email for the course attests: "The best of your class is that we can listen to rap and talk about how we feel about particular aspects of the song and all." I worry that academic spokespeople like Bartholomae and Petrosky might shake their head at Angela's preference for discussion: "There's nothing worse than a class where discussion is an end in itself-where a lively fifty minutes is its own justification" (Resources for Teaching Ways of Reading, 2nd ed., Boston: Bedford, p. 4). I'm actually not sure if there's ever a chance of that, ever a time when a discussant who even slightly cares is not at some level becoming. It's a non-punk/non-gangsta notion of textuality that says discussion has to result in "bring[ing] forward a textual problem and [demonstrating] how, with care, attention, rigor, and precision, a person might work on it" (Bartholomae and Petrosky 4). I only know how much more struck I am by writing that seems to value possibility more than precision, that demands of the academy-and the culture-that it consider change, second chances rather than fixed interpretations. Like the writings of Malcolm X, who put this final gloss on his narrative: "My whole life had been a chronology of-changes" (Autobiography, NY: Ballantine, 1973, p. 339). Or like my student Neal C. Ohm, who wrote me this haunting post that's not really academic but sort of seemed to lift the veil from reality for a moment:

What is the difference of our perception of 2Pac opposed to a 45 year old white male's? Not only thinking of you when I ask that (because you are very absorbing/ open-minded) but my close-minded father. I asked my dad what he thought of 2Pac and it really disappointed me. He didn't speak from his heart, it was just a repeating (I could tell) from what he read/heard from the News.... To show him what I am doing with myself at school, and to mildly influence his one-sided opinion, I let him read the articles you gave us. I actually watched him read them, his facial expressions. What a change.

I consider Neal's writing in here very much punk-traumatic writing that explores the wound. Such writing thrills me, and I'm bugged that it too often happens only accidentally, in informal spaces like email (McLaren urges "counting on that unexpected moment of glamour" [92]). I still don't know what I was waiting for, as the song says, but I continue to continue, working to provide a context for this sort of heartfelt pensée, composition not meant to take a stand or fix a problem, but simply to reflect on possibility, to chronicle changes, just changing and having the chance to change.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

To my UK readers...


Heavy Load
http://www.myspace.com/heavyloaduk

Event UK: Brighton Festival

Punk legend Wreckless Eric is teaming up with the UK's top learning disabled punk band, Heavy Load, at the Komedia Brighton on Wednesday 16th May.

Also appearing are Mat Fraser aka The Thalidomide Ninja (TV personality, film star, comedian, musician and disability rights activist) and Scottish band The Xcerts who were recently awarded Steve Lamacq's single of the week.

The night is being used to promote Heavy Load's Stay Up Late campaign (www.stayuplate.org) - their mission to make sure that people with learning disabilities are supported to lead full lives and do what they want to do, not what their staff want to do.

The night is also going to feature in the documentary being made about the band which will be released next year.
Tickets are available from www.komedia.co.uk or 01273 647100.

http://www.komedia.co.uk |

Mat Fraser aka The Thalidomide Ninja

Friday, April 13, 2007

disTHIS! Film Series


disTHIS! Film Series
disability through a whole new lens

Presented by the Disabilities Network of NYC and hosted by ConnecTV. The disTHIS! monthly film series showcases quality narrative, shorts, documentary and feature films with disability themes beyond the tragic/heroic trap moviegoers have come to expect.

“Forget everything you’ve seen before,” said Lawrence Carter-Long, curator of the film series and the Director of Advocacy for the Disabilities Network of NYC. “We won’t subject viewers to another hokey tearjerker or movie of the week melodrama with manipulative violin music. The disTHIS! film and talkback series will be funny, sexy, and always provocative. This is disability through a whole new lens.”

“Movies about disability have been more concerned about diagnosis than they have with character development, storytelling or innovation for far too long. disTHIS! seeks not just to change stereotypes, but to obliterate them altogether. Our movies will sometimes be funny, occassionally sexy, and you can count on them to always be provocative; never quite what you'd expect."

Snacks are served at each screening and the space is wheelchair accessible. Whenever possible all films will include ASL interpretation, open captions and/or audio description. All disTHIS! movies, talkback sessions and related events are free and open to the public. Donations accepted.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

Meet the Bad Munky Skate Team...


http://www.badmunky.org/about-us/about-the-bad-munky-skate-team/

How hard does this rock? New group, I hope to see more from them. If I ever make it out west I will have to track this team down. Bout time!

Friday, May 19, 2006

Disability in Popular Song


stolen from Disability World, #21, Nov-Dec 2003

My parents always shared their favorite music with us kids. My mother was a fan of string quartets and opera, my father, jazz. So, I don’t know where they got the compilation album Country Classics but the best song was “There’s a Star Bangled Banner Waving Somewhere.” It combined unabashed patriotism with a maudlin disability perspective. The singer asks, “Can the U.S. use a mountain boy like me… Though I realize I'm crippled, that is true, sir, Please don't judge my courage by my twisted leg.” The absurdity of a boy who wants to go to war when his disability provides him with an exemption and one of the few benefits of disability struck me even at twelve.

That started my collecting of songs relating to disability. My criteria is simple — the singer or songwriter has a disability or the song is about disability. The Who’s “My Generation,” with Roger Daltrey’s pronounced and affected stutter demands inclusion. Then there is “Ruby Don’t Take Your Love to Town.” The narrator declares that it’s hard to love a man whose legs are bent and paralyzed.

With the advent of eBay I have been able to purchase semi-obscure records such as Christian author Joni Eareckson’s Tada album from the 70s. Little by little my disability songs notebook has been filling up.

Finally, the opportunity for action came. The Society for Disability Studies (SDS) has a dance at their annual meeting. I was not able to go this year, but a request for music to play at the dance prompted me to finally put together a collection of disability songs. I burned two CD’s, one for dancing and another for listening. To insure that the dance collection worked I engaged in a rare activity — dancing. I hopped around the living room in my wheelchair with the stereo going full volume to insure danceability.

This is only a preliminary take on the subject. I am in the process of cataloging singers and songwriters with disabilities and songs with a disability content. If you have suggestions please let me know, ATusler@AboutDisability.com.

Anthony Tusler in association with Krip Kulture presents

The SDS Annual Dance -- 2003

Santa's In A Wheelchair • The Kids Of Widney High, 3:13
Widney High is the Los Angeles area special school.

Move On Up • Curtis Mayfield, 8:56
Curtis spent the last few years of his life using a power chair.

I Don't Need No Doctor • Ray Charles, 2:33
Ray Charles is, of course, blind.

Take Me In Your Arms Tonight • Teddy Pendergrass, 5:27
A recording before his power wheelchair use.

What's in a Name • The Cripples, 4:12
Seattle’s openly disabled punk band singing about our old favorite, semantics.

Short People • Randy Newman, 2:55
Will the controversy never end?

Mongoloid • Devo, 3:45
Easier to rhyme than Down’s Syndrome.

Johnny's Blues • Johnny Crescendo and the P.O.P. Squad, 3:44
The U.K.’s disabled flag bearer and his Piss on Pity Squad.

Beautiful People • Marilyn Manson, 3:38
Marilyn’s early years in the hospital informs this dig at the mainstream.

Cowboy Brown • The Kids Of Widney High, 3:36
The Kids again.

Cracking Up • Nick Lowe, 3:02
The title says it all.

I Wanna Be Sedated • The Ramones, 2:30
Joey Ramone’s OCD might have lead to this plea.

Spasticus (Autisticus) • Ian Dury & The Blockheads, 5:11
The disabled author of Sex and Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll writes a BBC banned anthem for the 1981 International Year of the Disabled.

My Generation • The Who, 3:18
Who says stuttering isn’t a disability?

Destroy The Handicapped • Fang, 1:33
It’s unclear what we did to piss off these San Francisco, hardcore skinheads. NB: The lead singer is back on the streets after serving a prison sentence for murdering his girlfriend.

The SDS Annual Non-Dance -- 2003

Rag • Marcus Roberts, 3:47, Joy of Joplin, Jazz
Roberts is a well-known blind jazz pianist working in traditional and avante jazz modes.

T.B. Blues • Otis Spann, 4:12, Blues Masters Vol.10, Blues
Muddy Water’s long-time band mate and pianist died of TB.

I Have Had My Fun • Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee, 3:33, California Blues, Blues
Since 1939 Brownie and Sonny have been instrumental in bringing country blues to mainstream audiences. Sonny lost most of his sight in early childhood.

Black Mountain Rag • Doc Watson, 1:46, The Essential Doc Watson, Folk
This flat-pick guitar phenomenon would have been an engineer if he had not been blind.

Wade In The Water • The Blind Boys Of Alabama, 3:34, Higher Ground, Gospel & Religious
Singing in the blind school and gospel traditions this Grammy winning group has enjoyed mainstream success.

Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town • Kenny Rogers, Ruby, Don’t Take Your Love to Town, Country
Ruby has it all — politics, anger, self pity.

There’s a Star Spangled Banner Waving Somewhere • Elton Britt, Country Classics, Country
World War II had its own disability candidate.

My Little Tune • Joni Eareckson, 4:01, Joni's Song, Pop
The Christian author sings about her relationship to her disability and God.

Jerry Lewis Blues • Peter Leidy, 2:33, More Songs For People Like You & Me, Books & Spoken
From an album of satirical songs directed at the disability helping professions.

Disabled People Do It! • Jane Field, 2:53, The Fishing is Free, Folk
Wheelchair-using folk singer singing about her experiences and perspectives.

In Northern California (Where the Palm Tree Meets the Pine) • Danny O'Keefe, 3:19, American Roulette, Folk
Able-bodied (A.B.) folkie describing a one-night-stand with a braced and crutched woman. (“Creepiest song I’ve ever heard.” Anthony Tusler)

See You Around • Vic Chesnutt, 7:19, About To Choke, Rock
Doleful quad singing in the folk tradition.

Kentucky Avenue • Tom Waits, 4:49, Blue Valentine, Rock
A story of disability and an A.B.’s heartfelt desire to make things better.

Castles Made Of Sand • The Jimi Hendrix Experience, 2:46, Axis: Bold As Love, Rock
Another use of disability as a metaphor (flawed) and vehicle for transcendence.

Viva Las Vegas • Dead Kennedys, 2:29, Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables, Alternative
Doc Pomus, the post-polio prolific song-writer, wrote this bubbly Elvis song. It’s interpreted by San Francisco’s bad-boy punks.

Thursday, May 4, 2006

PEOPLE FIRST LANGUAGE...To ensure Inclusion, Freedom, and Respect for all, we must use it...

Sober now from Mayday. Can't believe how few teachers know any history to this day - 5/1. One of my favorite days.

Sober now cause I got called on my shit today.

It has been a bit of a struggle to master the people first language necessary in this field. I ocasionaly slip up. He has MS or the girl in the wheelchair, that sort of thing. I know better and understand the value of it. Just fuck up on occasion.

I know how much labels suck. Who wants to be the girl in the wheelchair. Defined by it. The "autistic kid", you know, sounds close to "that retard" coming from some peoples' buccal cavities.

In the real world we speak - always straining for the easiest way to say something quickly, unthinkingly in my case. In medicine, at least in the hospitals, patients are almost always referred to disease first, as they say, e.g., the stage four lung cancer in room 3 or the craniotomy waiting for a bed.

So there I was talking to a shining light in this world. A para who kicks more ass in the classroom than almost any teacher I have EVER seen. We are talking casually about a prospective student coming for a preliminary visit to our school.

(She and I have a casual relationship, we tell each other to fuck off when necessary, so I don't expect her to ever pull her punches. We are certainly not PC. I firmly believe that you have to laugh as often as possible, especially in this field. There is precious little that I can't laugh at, if it's funny.)

She caught me as I referred to the student as a TBI. I wasn't thinking, I just didn't want to say traumatic brain injury out loud. Obviously the student isn't just TBI. I'm not gonna defend nor attack my statement. It was unthinking.

To me, that's the worst thing about it. It was without thinking.

I had nothing else to go on and was talking through what I had said. It was the one time I had my card pulled and am happy with it. I've thought more about this people first language more than ever before. It and E-Prime both force you to think in new ways about the world of special education & how we relate to it.

Kathie Snow says:
Who are the so-called "handicapped" or "disabled"?

According to stereotypical perceptions, they are:

People who suffer from the tragedy of birth defects.
Paraplegic heroes who struggle to become normal again.
Victims who fight to overcome their challenges.

Categorically, they are called retarded, autistic, blind,
deaf, learning disabled, etc., etc., etc. --- ad nauseam!

Who are they, really?

Moms and Dads. . . Sons and Daughters . . . Employees and Employers
Friends and Neighbors . . . Students and Teachers. . . Leaders and Followers
Scientists, Doctors, Actors, Punks, Presidents, and More
They are people.
They are people, first.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

THE LANGUAGE OF US AND THEM


by Mayer Shevin

We like things.
They fixate on objects.
We try to make friends.
They display attention-seeking behaviors.
We take a break.
They display off-task behavior.
We stand up for ourselves.
They are non-compliant.
We have hobbies.
They self-stim.
We choose our friends wisely.
They display poor peer socialization.
We persevere.
They perseverate.
We love people.
They have dependencies on people.
We go for walks.
They run away.
We insist.
They tantrum.
We change our minds.
They are disoriented and have short attention spans.
We are talented.
They have splinter skills.
We are human.
They are.......?