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My 18 year old daughter has Down syndrome and I am a disability rights activist. I am a member of the Board of Directors of the National Disability Rights Network, President of the Oregon Advocacy Center and author of a book on special education for families that will be published this Spring. I am an active member of ADAPT and a regular contributor to Mouth and other disability media.
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» 6th Anniversary of Institution Closure
By Michael Bailey | Published 03/2/2006 | Disability Studies |

This week marks the 6th Anniversary of the closure of Fairview Training Center, Oregon's institution for people with developmental disabilities. Although community based services continue to be problematic the closure is, nevertheless, an accomplishment worth remembering. What follows is my eye witness account of its last day.

 

 

 

Farewell Fairview: you will not be missed

 Michael T. Bailey

 

 

If only the ‘inmates’ of old could have

benefited from today’s more

enlightened attitude.

 

 

          In the end it was just green grass and vast, empty buildings. The mass of humanity going about its business; the smell, the bedlam, the shrieks, the love and the drama of human life are gone. In a moment all that became part of history; a part of our collective memory.

          Last Thursday, a small group of staff, state officials and advocates met informally in front of LeBreton Hall on the grounds of the Fairview Training Center. Some stared into space, their minds occupied with memories, some joked, some dabbed at moist eyes, some took pictures. Over all of us lay the anticipation of a once-unimaginable and long awaited event. It happened, finally, at 1:15 p.m.

          A green minivan pulled up in front of LeBreton and stopped. No one seemed to know what to do.  A few of us waived to the occupant in the front passenger seat. He smiled and waived back. For him a new life was beginning as another, older and more ordered life came to an end.

          The van pulled out and disappeared. Leaving in it was the last, the very last, resident of Fairview Training Center.

          In the superintendent’s office we examined the entries in the large, musky, leather-bound ledgers, their endless sheets filled with careful renderings, the pages yellow and stiff from age and from the dried ink so painstakingly applied by generations of clerks. On the pages are columns marked “inmates”.

          Here are the daily counts. “February 24, 1917, 371 inmates.” Soon their number would exceed 3,000. The names of the new “inmates” were carefully recorded and each assigned an “inmate number”. Also entries such as this: “March 16, 1921, inmate #….. died. Remains shipped to family in Cave Junction.” The ledgers are an archive not only of an institution but also of the meticulous detail attended to by the keepers of these “inmates.”

          There are scrapbooks of clippings from newspaper stories. Aging photos of goofy kids dressed up for a parade. Construction of the pond. Later, newsworthy pictures of young people bowling “in the community.”

          These are also stories of lost “inmates,” of fires, murder and death. Images of faces smiling and laughing, a lasting testament to human spirit and resilience. I see that face every morning: My daughter has one just like it.

          In 1981 the clippings began to tell another story; one of lawsuits, investigations, charges and counter-charges. That ended on Feb. 24, 2000 at 1:15 p.m. There will be no more clippings.

          Slowly we walked around the silent and empty campus with two former “inmates” who remembered their lives at Fairview Training Center. The infirmary where one went for a knee operation only to learn that they had operated on her healthy hip by mistake. Another pointed out the spot where she was run over by a staff vehicle. To save money her knee was fused, rather than repaired. Thirty years later it still will not bend.

          We walked into the empty “cottages,” now smelling of cleaning products and echoing the sound of our footsteps. “Oh, no, it wasn’t like this when I lived here,” our commentator said. “Then there were no partitions of any kind. All of us girls slept on cots next to one another. There was never any privacy.” She remembered how as a child she was frightened of “the big heads,” the ones with

hydrocephalus who leaned on the wall and groaned.

          Finally, we passed the plaque on the wall of Fairview’s first building. It commemorates the names of the superintendent, state officials and architect responsible for completing this project for the “Oregon Home for the Feeble Minded – 1919.”

          We walked back to LeBreton and got into the van. We drove off with one of the former “inmates.” She had to return to her full-time job and at the end of the day would go home to her own apartment. There she would be alone with the memories of a life that once labeled her a “victim of…” and an “inmate” and now, finally, to that of a respected, financially independent and successful professional woman.

          Farewell Fairview Training Center. You were born of a bad idea in 1908. You left us on a brisk and shining afternoon in the midst of an Oregon winter. Rest in Peace.

          May your kind never pass our way again.

 

 

          This article appeared in the Commentary Section of The Oregonian newspaper on February 29, 2000.

 

 

» Once Upon a Week in Washington
By Michael Bailey | Published 03/15/2006 | Disability Studies |

 

Once Upon a

Week in Washington by Michael Bailey

 

When the going gets weird,” Hunter Thompson warned us, “the weird turnprofessional.” Plenty of professional weirdness came to Washington, D.C., in September. Professional developmental disabilities advocates, parents and f unctionaries sor ted through one view of reality while Adapt took its message straight to the people who make decisions.

One group was nice, in a weird way, and Adapt was, well, just weird, in a nice way.

A s a remi nde r t hat politicians have issues that the “folks back home” care about ot he r is sue s t ha n ours, Cindy Sheehan brought her Camp Casey anti-war juggernaut to Washington at the same time.

 I attended all three events. I learned the difference between synergy and entropy. And I got a good dose of gonzo-advocacy.

The week began for me on Tuesday, September 20, when a cavalcade of 500 members of Adapt and their allies wound its way up Capitol Hill and into the officesof the leaders of the Congress of the United States. Senators Grassley (R – IA), Reid (D-NV) and Frist(D-TN) and Representatives Pelosi (D-CA), Barton (R-TX), Hastert (R-IL) and Delay (R-TX) found themselves confronted by people who had come to deliver a simple demand: “Don’t target low-income and people with disabilities for budget and service cuts.”

The offices were finally cleared only after police arrived, ordered people to disperse, and made more than one hundred arrests.

The next morning, Roll Call, the in-house newspaper of Congress, was filled with stories about Adapt’s demands for no caps and no block-granting of Medicaid, demands for abandonment of the planned $10 billion Medicaid cut and passage ofMICASSA.

Across town many of the same activists reappeared at both the home and the office ofHousing and Urban Development Secretar y Alphonso Jackson to ask for policy changes in HUD’s Section 8 housing regulations. Eventually Jackson emerged from his office, listened to Adapt’s demands, and agreed to take steps to address them.

While waiting for Jackson, Adapt received a let te r f rom Democ rat ic Pa r t y C ha ir ma n Howard Dean supporting Adapt’s position on fixing the dysfunctional disability service system.

When at last the summit came, it was attended by people from nearly every state. Itcompleted its well-oiled agenda and went home having unanimously endorsed the idea that all people should live in their communities.

It might be said that this, too, was good work for just a few days.

But beneath the similarities lurk some very fundamental differences that defi ne the future of disability advocacy in America. Those differences raise troubling questions about whose interests are being served — those of people with disabilities, orthose of the organizations purporting to represent them.

Two fancy words can help in a comparison of the ideal and the reality of the summit with those of Adapt. The fi rst is synergy: a fusion of different energies into a strong, single force. The other word is entropy: the gradual decline into random nonsensewhen a group is no longer able to cohere.

While Adapt got that work accomplished, another group of disability advocates, re-searchers and administrators descended on Washington for the beginning of what was billed as a summit meeting on developmental disabilities. It was called “The Alliance for Full Participation.”

More t han t wo t housand people swarmed into t he giant, fashionable Washington Hilton for two days of meetings and trainings.

The summit‘s sponsorsw e r e a W h o ’s W h o o f m a i n l i n e  d i s a b i l i t yor ga n i z at ion s, i nc lud i ng the American Association o f Me n t a l R e t a r d a t i o n , the Arc of the U.S.A., the National Association of University Centers on Disabilities, the National Association of Councils on Developmental Disabilities, and Self AdvocatesBecoming Empowered.

Few of the delegates were aware that the summit was, in large part, an experiment to learn whether these often feuding groups could actually co-exist under the same roof for a few days. The experiment had been endangered before it began by the threatened boycott of the summit by Self Advocates Becoming Empowered.

SABE had returned to the planning table only after some personal coaxing, an apology for condescending behavior, and VIP signatures on a written protocol for how SABE members were to be treated.

 

The history of the summit’s sponsoring groups is distinguished. Parents of children with disabilities owe a debt for work that the Arc and others did sixty years ago. The (mostly) mothers who made that happen had neither experience norfunding. They had nothing to lose and that’s how they behaved. Commitment and a simple messageof justice are powerful tools. But once those tools have been used to good effect, they are hard to use again.

The early history of disability advocac y was largely a struggle with bureaucracy. Bureaucracy is, by defi nition, a narrow and inwardlooking thing. Bureaucracies havea long and sad history of learning how to perpetuate and reproduce themselves while subordinating and even scoffi ng at their founding ideals of “justice,” “freedom,” and“independence.” Those terms are hard to defi ne, and lack the precisionthat bureaucrats thrive on.

Commodore Ja mes E l l iot t commanded the American gunboat“Niagara” on Lake Erie during the War of 1812. He is immortalized by his dying words: “We have met theenemy and they are ours.” Disability agencies and organizations can rearrange that epigram to read, “We have met the enemy and they are us.”

Growing organizations have the bad habit of adopting the characteristics of their oppressors. A fearful reality sets in, imperceptible at fi rst. Well-meaning people begin to put the survival and prosperity of the organization ahead of its founding principles. All sorts of compromises can be rationalized when one believes that the world would be worse off without one’s organization.

Louis XV said it best: “After me, the deluge.”

Public funding of disability advocacy seems like a great idea. It is a great idea. There’s only one problem: there’s no such thing as a free lunch.

Every grant, every allotment and every public dollar that comes to advocacy organizations is carefully restricted. Failure to comply with those restrictions — or having another part of the same organization engage in activity deemed insultingor unprofessional by, or dangerous to, the grantingagency — can endanger renewal of the funding. The confl ict between telling the truth and the need to hold on to their money creates that nasty condition, entropy. The two motives are no longer able to cohereand it is most often the money motive that stays and the reckless, glorious idealism that goes.

Of course this is never obvious at the time. While talking of the need to “think outside of the box” organizations become so enslaved to theirmoney that no real dialogue is possible.

Dissent is censored in two common ways: we must and we can’t.

Those rebukes to real discussion are always delivered matter-of-factly, with a sour face and condescending voice, as in “We must get the strategic plan done fi rst.” Or, “We can’t do civil disobedience — what would our partners in the Department ofHuman Services think?”

Self-Determination, like Empowerment, has become one of thosegaseous items that expands to mean what people with power want it to mean. Summit-goers seemed oblivious to the narrow constraints under which they labor. The arcane minutiae of Section 1915 (b) (6) concurrent waivers got the royal treatment while issues like the bankrupt federal treasury, that endless war ofours, global warming, racism, dis-ableism, and the national addiction to for-profi t health care went unmentioned.

The argument that these items have no bearing on disability issues only proves my point. If our planet becomes uninhabitable, if bureaucracies become even more racist, if eligibility for Medicaid becomes predicated on such total poverty that you can’t afford bus fare to see your doctor, it will hardly matter that Medicaid made some small concession.

T he summit ended with a u n a n i m o u s e n d o r s e m e n t o f community living. There was no condemnation of the states currently impr isoning 1,641 c hild re n —and t hat ’s just c hildren —wit h developmental disabilities in their institutions. 93% of those children live in 20 states. The biggest offender is Iowa, home of Senators Grassleyand Harkin. Federal patronage to disability organizations comes to large extent from those two offi cials.The summit also made no effort to call for an immediate moratorium on new admissions.

Self-Determination, like Empowerment, has become one of those gaseous items which expands to mean whatever people with power want it to mean. Notably absent from the summit’s list of presenters was Tom Nerney or other true pioneers of the self-determination movement. This was not a meeting for sweeping new ideas. After the summit, Nerney called it “lost opportunities and a failure to adopt bold strategies.”

He also named to this reporter the people who had not been invited to present, which list happensto coincide with the list of individuals and organizations who signed Not Dead Yet’s amicusbrief to the Supreme Court opposing physician assisted suicide.

Many delegates seem unaware that true selfdetermination passed away some years ago in favor of the dictates of Medicaid rules. But the conference organizers know it and chose to not alienate “our federal partners” by bringing it up. There was no mass movement from fashionable Dupont Circle to the less affl uent Holiday Inn on C Street where the Adapt action was headquartered. No march in solidarity with MiCassa. Just a pandering to thefi ction that the Bush people share our goals. No one believes that, but everyone opted to not offend.

“Wecan’t do that!”

The summit was addressed by the wise and charismatic Martin Luther King, III. He was warmly received by an audience anxious to see themselves as spiritual heirs to his father. As I heard him speak, I wondered if I were the only listener thinking that if Martin Luther King, Jr., had operated the Southern Christian Leadership Conference with a federal grant, there would have been no bus boycott, no letters from the Birmingham jail, no march on Washington. There would have been no “I Have a Dream Speech” since all of the dreamers would have been purged.

The delegates to the summit are good people. Most of them want to change the world, and for the better.But working within a publicly-funded structure does, infac t , limit what they can talk about and what they can do. A foggy myopiadescends.

A comparison b e t w e e n  t h e A d a p t  a c t i v i s t s and t he summit delegates could be interesting. One point of comparison might be the question of who paid to get them to Washington.

Of the 2,000 delegates to the summit, very few, if any, paid out of their own pockets to attend.

Adapt, on the other hand, is made up of some of the poorest people in America. All but a few of its activists paid their own way to DC and shared hotel rooms with as many as eight people to help pay their hotel bills. That requires real sacrifi ce. One wonders how many people would have attended the summit if they’d had to share their hotel rooms with strangers.

Ian Kuenzi is 21 years old. He lives in Lawrence, Kansas, and came to Washington with Adapt on his own money. He has been attending actions since he was 15. I askedhim why he made the effort.

“Direct action works,” he said. “It is important to my way of life. I am making a difference not just for myself but for others.”

Kuenzi was arrested in Senate Majority Leader Frist’s offi ce during the Adapt action.

“My fi rst arrest,” he told me, smiling. “The cops asked if I wanted to leave. I told them no.”Was the arrest worth it?

“Hell, yes! Wehave the right to free assembly. This brings it right into t he i r space and makes them aware of us.”

A delegate to the summit, who would not tell me her name, told me what she thought of Adapt. “Going to jail has never changed anything,” she said. I wonder what she’ d beent h i n k i ng du r i ng Martin Luther King III’s speec h. His father went to jail a lot.

Mike Goupil of Topeka,  also came to Washington. He is unemployed and hopes to fi nd work repairing wheelchairs. He too was arrested. “That was my tenth Adapt-related arrest,” he told me. “Somebody has to stand up for the rights of people with disabilities.”

I asked him why he believes in direct action. “You have to show them you mean business,” he said. Mike, too, was arrested in Senate Majority Leader Frist’s Offi ce.

Will the summit “outcomes” succeed? That depends entirely on the largesse of the federal government. Changes in federal law, generous budget allotments and, above all, more and lotsmore Medicaid millions are needed.

The summit-goers’ plan is simple. In order to keep getting money, you can’t piss off your “federal partners.” You balance the need for more money, more system reform, against your current income and decide it is best to be patient and “professional.” No point in making enemies. Alienating the administration is the thing they can’t do. Working with Congress is the thing they must do. Anything else will threaten their continued existence.

After them, thedeluge, remember?

They expect that the House will cut budgets, pass horrible laws andgenerally ravage the human services system. But, not to worry, since there are a few Senators who will actas a moderating influence and do damage control in conference committee.

Most of these Senators are Democrats. They are also politicians and one of the oldest mantras of politics is “What have you done for me lately?”

People wit h disabilities voted in larger numbers than ever in the last election. The Democrats supported the Help America Vote Act, they nominated a candidate who is a co-sponsor of MiCassa and yet people with disabilities voted strongly for Bush. Why should Senate Democrats continue to help us?

The Bush Administration has been a disaster for all of America. The number of people living in poverty has increased dramatically. Bush has squandered the Clinton budget surplus and plunged the country into debt, debt to the tune of $150,000 per man, woman and child in America.

The summit refrained from attacking Bush or the House Republicans. Why? Fear of retaliation adds up to silence.

Most of the program budgets that support summit sponsors have been either f lat-funded since Bush came into power, or cut. The summit presented a real opportunity to dosome ser ious political work. But any cr iticism ofthe President would be inappropriate.

A fine outcome would have been to have every delegate sig n a pledge to go h ome and do everything in their power to defeat R e p u bl ic a n members of the House of Representatives. No greater service could be done. But no one mentioned such a thing. After all, grants and allotments forbid partisan political work.

The summit’s sponsors are proud of having made advocacy a profession. They dress like professionals, strut like professionals, and condemn bad behavior such as the use of four-letter words.

I-R-A-Q was one of the forbidden four-letter words.

It costs taxpayers more than $1 billion a week to maintain Bush’s war. The summit would like for Bush not to cut $10 billion from Medicaid, they want housing addressed and full Congressional funding for IDEA. Astonishingly, they want this all done without mentioning the Iraq war!

“We can’t afford to alienate the administration on a non-disability issue.”

 Better, apparently, to postpone freedom for another generation than to risk losing money.

 

Hurricane Katrina claimed the lives of a disproportionate number of people with disabilities. Obviously, more and better future planning is needed. But if we do not identify and remedy what is causing the waters of the Gulf of Mexico to warm, no amount of planning and preparation will protect people from future storms of increasing ferocity.

Global warming? “It’s not in our grant.”

Something is wrong when survival is considered an inappropriate goal.

Nothing could be more important than health care reform. Senator Bill Frist (R–TN), a physician, is Majority Leader in the Senate, and was, for a short time, head of the now defunct Senate Disability Subcommittee. Nothing can happen in the Senate without his consent — and this is a man whose family fortune is entirely based on for-profit hospitals, notably Hospital Corporation of America — once successfully targeted by the Department of Justice for Medicaid fraud. As long as Frist has power, there will be no fundamental change.

During the summit The Washington Post disclosed that a few days before an unfavorable quarterly earnings statement was due for release, Frist had sold his stock in the family hospital business. Martha Stewart went to jail for less.

Although Frist denies any wrongdoing, an investigation is underway into that sale. Here is an opportunity to get rid of Frist and open the possibility of real health care reform.

At the disability summit, this could not be seen as a disability issue. One must not make powerful people mad.

Meanwhile, across town, another mother had arrived. Her name is Cindy Sheehan. She has no staff, no organization, no grants. What she does have is a simple message, much like the special education mothers had a generation ago. Her message is easy to understand and hard to turn your back on: “Why did my son die in Iraq? I wantthe President to tell me.”

I talked with her, and listened to her, on that Friday. I would like to know her better. She is someone with heart and without a hidden agenda.

She is not afraid. On Saturday, she led more than 100,000 Americans to the White House to ask Bush for some simple answers.

It is she and her friends, not the summit-goers, who are the spiritual heirs to Martin Luther King, Jr. It is risk-takers who inspire and lead.

An Adapt activist sat near her. Paralyzed in Vietnam, his life is dedicated to peace. The obvious connection between a sane government and the prosperity of all people is what brought him to Washington. “Adapt kicks ass,” he told me.

The summit had the opportunity to call for the defeat of our enemies in Congress and an end to the war. It is hard to imagine that the idea ever crossed their minds. It would have been too controversial, too risky. And that is too bad.

Across from Camp Casey, set up by Cindy Sheehan and her friends in honor of her dead child, is the new World War II memorial. On one of its granite pillars these words are inscribed: “They had no rightto win. Yet they did…. Even against the greatest ofodds. There is something in the human spirit – a magical blend of skill, faith and valor – that can lift men from certain defeat to incredible victory.”

It was Saturday when the summit participants went home. They had a good time, passed some resolutions and, mostly, didn’t make anyone mad.

On Monday Cindy Sheehan went to jail.

 Like the Adapt activists at the start of that week, shetook her skill, faith, and valor and put it where it mattered most.

She had nothing more to lose.

Michael Bailey or Portland, Oregon is author of "SPECIAL EDUCATION: A Families Guide to a Child's Success," to be published in April, 2006.

» Eli's Choice
By Michael Bailey | Published 03/21/2006 | Education |

Eli’s Choice

 

 

 

Eli’s Choice?

Michael Bailey

Portland, OR

 

 

 

A young man with Down syndrome “chooses” to drop out of his carefully crafted inclusion placement and opt for a self-contained classroom. The lack of social integration in high school suggests not only that his decision is correct but, indeed, inevitable. Why is that?

 

Is an inclusion placement impossible to implement in high school? What is inclusion anyway?

 

A Simple Choice

 

The Wall Street Journal, in a December 30, 2005 article by Amy Marcus, discusses an inclusion dilemma of a Maryland family. The article, Eli’s Choice, focuses on the “choice” the 14-year-old Eli made to renounce his inclusion placement and opt, instead, for a self-contained high school placement. The article emphasizes that this is Eli’s choice, made to the surprise of his family.  Eli feels lonely and isolated being the only student in his class with Down syndrome. Like all teenagers, Eli would like friends. And the friends he has are people among other students with disabilities. The “choice” is presented as a simple one. Friends vs. Social Isolation.  But, people created the customs of isolation and people have the ability to dissolve them.

The article implies tacit acceptance of the barrier of social isolation. What it should have called for are creative solutions, not surrender.

 

Eli’s mother was shocked by his choice. Her reluctance was mollified when she visited the school science fair where Eli was displaying his project. Even in that environment he asked her about his high school placement and she realized the level of his anxiety. “I really had to step back from my personal beliefs,” she said.

 

 Social Integration Presented as an Impossible Barrier

 

Given the results of a cited study by the Center for Social Development and Education at the University of Massachusetts in Boston, Eli’s choice is presented as inevitable. The study found that social integration of students with disabilities in high school has remained “stagnant.”  In spite of demonstrated success of students from inclusion placements living more independently as adults, having more friends and better jobs, the article implies that an inclusion placement is impossible, given the attitude of classmates toward kids with disabilities.

 

The cited study involves 5,600 seventh-grade and eighth-grade students from seventy schools across the country and concludes that while half the students said they were “willing” to interact with peers with disabilities during school hours, only one-third said they would consider social activities with them away from school. “Student attitudes continue to be the most formidable barrier to inclusion,” the study concluded.

 

Because there is an unknown factor, in this case social acceptance, the article suggests that families are paralyzed by fear of the unknown and, if not endorsing, at least acquiescing, in more restrictive placements. The choice is portrayed as simple: a happy child is a segregated child. Segregation is reality; inclusion a mere dream.

 

Why the focus on negativity? The study concludes that one of three high school students are willing to socialize with disabled peers outside of school. With a little courage and creativity this is surely a fertile seed with which to grow social integration.

I find the results encouraging.

 

But it is not simple. And Eli’s choice is not a reasonable choice.

 

 

 

When Choice is Not Choice

 

My first reaction was to ask myself, “Who in the school system can make a “choice” to attend school only with people exactly like them?” The answer is, no one.  No one, that is, except kids in special education. Afro-American girls cannot choose a public school that is exclusively for Afro-American girls.

 

The fact that we cling to self-contained classrooms does not tell us one thing about the students in them. It only tells us that unknown factors, such as isolation, have paralyzed our collective ability to move beyond fear of the unknown and plan inclusive placements where social acceptance is a priority and not an afterthought. What is missing here is not appropriate candidates for inclusive education. What is missing is creativity.

 

Why is it that kids with disabilities are the only ones offered the opportunity to opt out of the real world? If a non-disabled child is struggling with algebra we don’t send them a special school for math underachievers.

 

Inclusion is not easy. But it has been around for over thirty years and the time long ago came and went where schools and parents can honestly behave as if inclusion were a wheel that needed to be invented.  Inclusion is a model that works. Its benefits are well known. So why are we still acting like it is something so new and different that we just can’t figure out a way to make it work?

 

The celebrated case of Brown vs. the Board of Education rejected as unconstitutional, the idea of a “separate but equal” education for children of different races. The road to racially integrated education has not been easy. We have all put a lot of effort into learning how to do it. No matter how difficult it has been, no one has suggested the option of giving children the “choice” of opting out of racially integrated education. No one is calling for a return to segregation because of difficulties with inter-racial friendships. Why is special education different?

 

 

Uninformed Choice is Not Choice

 

I do not criticize other parents for educational decisions they make about their child. These are personal matters best left to the judgment of families. This is not a critique of the Lewis family, who appear to be highly skilled advocates, struggling to do what is best for their son. But they should never have been forced into this sham “choice.”

 

The bedrock principle of self-determination is choice. Implementation of self-determination is really a question of the best method to redress the historical absence of any kind of choice, for both children and adults with disabilities. Disability “services” have been created on a one-size-fits-all model, totally indifferent to choice. The paternalism of traditional service models does not allow for the possibility that someone with a disability would have either choice or the ability to exercise it. Fear of the unknown, in this case what people with disabilities would do with freedom if they had it, stopped the process in its tracks. We opted for safety over risk, and eternal childhood over the scary adventure of becoming an adult.

 

In our enlightened modern world “choice” has become the holy mantra of self-determination. Any flim-flam notion, dressed up as “choice,” is regarded as unchallengeable. In this mode of reactive thinking, we are compelled to honor “choice.”  The issue is simply tossed off onto an adolescent with a disability and, because it is his “choice,” we are, somehow, expected to bow down before it.

 

This may or may not be a good policy for adults with disabilities. But Eli is not an adult. He is a child. Just how informed can a fourteen year old be?

 

What would your reaction be if your fourteen-year-old daughter with Down syndrome came home and announced that she had made a “choice” to have a baby? Or, “chosen” to become a user of marijuana? Since these things are “choice,” are parents bound to accept them? Of course not.

 

Our whole culture is based on the belief that no fourteen year old can simply “choose” to reproduce or ruin their health with drug abuse. We recognize that childhood “choice” is an immature choice or, put another way, not an informed choice. And we override those choices everyday. We intervene, we prohibit, we monitor. What we don’t do is tacitly accept destructive, bad or illegal behavior because it is a “choice.” That is what parents do. Parents make choices for their children until the children become adults.

 

           

Is Inclusion a Dream?

 

“Inclusion,” said the late Marsha Forest, “is a battle cry, a parent’s cry, a child’s cry to be welcomed, embraced,

cherished, prized, loved as a gift, as a wonder, a treasure.” Is there anything more that a parent could want for their child, disabled or non-disabled, then to be welcomed into the world, embraced by family, friends and community, cherished, prized and loved?

 

 

Inclusion, as described by Marsha, seems the panacea of normalcy that so many of us wish for our child with a disability.  Inclusion ratifies our belief that our children are normal kids with important contributions to make to our world.

 

In the marathon game, that raising a child with a disability has become, there is, perhaps, nothing that parent advocates strive for more than community endorsement of their child’s place in the world. The first skill a parent needs is the ability to believe in their child and his or her capacity. Inclusion is a word we use to describe what is, in fact, a dream of normalcy. Normalcy may be unrealistic, and we know that, but we like to minimize differences and emphasize human similarity. The first gift

of inclusion is the gift of dreaming of a world where our children belong and matter.

 

            Dreaming is an essential part of advocacy. But inclusion must be more than a dream. A dream is imprecise. Inclusion is the opposite of exclusion. And exclusion is not what we want for our child, any child, or ourselves.

 

            Inclusion as Philosophy

 

. If we want a world of inclusion, independence and opportunity for our child with a disability we must develop our own philosophy of inclusion and learn to use it .An inclusive world is a familiar place to us. Most of us have not had the experience of labeling and exclusion and, when we think of those things in relation to our child, it gives up the creeps. And it should.

 

The great mathematician and philosopher, Bertrand Russell, said that the principle goal of teaching philosophy is “to teach

how to live without certainty and yet without being paralyzed by hesitation.” Much about how we will include our child in a normal world is unknown and cannot be known. Inclusion is both philosophy and art. And, like those things, it requires creativity both to achieve and to maintain.

 

An essential part of the creative process is hesitation – without it, divergent thinking is impossible (and inclusion is divergent thinking) – but we need to find a way to move through the hesitation and beyond it or we risk being paralyzed by the very uncertainty that makes creativity possible.

 

Like any philosophy, inclusion contains inherent contradictions and it is in the mastery of the contradictions that we avoid the paralysis that Russell warns of. We would prefer a world of certainty. We would like assurance that if we do A, B and C the result for our child will always be D. But neither life, nor philosophy, comes with a guarantee. It is uncertainty that gives us the gift of creativity. And without creativity, we are lost.

 

A Natural and Normal Part of Life

 

Disability has been around since the first human walked the earth. Having Down syndrome is normal. It is time we all accept that. But it seems to be one of the last things the culture will accept. People with disabilities may appear different. They may act different. Instead of accepting those facts as just another square in the quilt of life, we have focused on differences.

Why, more than a half-century after Brown, do we still maintain separate educational facilities for kids with disabilities?

 

Eli’s choice is really Eli’s dilemma. Given that we offer separate schools and classes, he must choose inclusion or separateness. That is a false choice. It should not be there for him to make.

 

But, we know that the choice is there and it is real. There are positive steps for social inclusion that could be tried in Eli’s inclusive high school. The National Down Syndrome Society maintains an excellent web site with suggestions about how to implement social inclusion with IEP goals. This is the kind of thing that we all need to know. But we also need to remember that we are living in an artificial world. Such things as social inclusion goals would not be necessary in a world that accepts difference and diversity. We cannot create that world by dreaming. We have to make it happen.

 

The philosophy of inclusion is just what Russell said it would be. It presents us with a world of uncertainty. Our job is to learn to live with unanswered questions and to travel untrodden paths.

 

The writer, and advice-giver, Cynthia Heimel, wrote, “When in doubt make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So, what the hell, leap.”

 

Don’t be stopped in the pursuit of what you think is best. Believe in your child. Believe in your family, its history and its values.

Being a parent is not easy. We must balance our natural concern for our children’s immediate happiness with our own

responsibility to be good stewards of their childhood. There is no substitute for your judgment.

 

Eli made his choice. We  wish he and his family well and hope for the best.

 

At the same time, we do not dishonor Eli or his family, by recognizing that this “choice” should not have been presented in the first place.

 

We are all part of the human family, in all of its complexity, confusion and good intentions. Let’s start by believing that.

Let’s believe in our children.

 

 

 Separate but equal is a false choice. Let us work to create a world where acceptance is the norm and not the exception.

 

Disability will be a natural, normal and accepted part of the human condition when we all accept it without second glances or judgments. Only then will we get to make real choices and set aside for good those administrative conveniences and fears

that still plague our children. It’s time to move on.

 

 

Michael Bailey is the father of two teenage daughters. His 17-year-old, Eleanor, has Down syndrome.

He is a member of the Board of Directors of the National Disability Rights Network.

 

Mr. Bailey is author of “SPECIAL EDUCATION: A Families Guide to a Child’s Success,” which will be published in April, 2006.