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Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by Georges Seurat
The FBI cut the phone lines during the 1977 disability rights sit-in. Then they turned off the hot water.
They locked the doors from the outside. One hundred and fifty people were trapped on the fourth floor. Half of them used wheelchairs. The government assumed they would leave.
Kitty Cone was thirty-three. She had muscular dystrophy. Her muscles were failing, but her logistics were flawless. She knew how to organize people.
The federal government had promised to sign regulations protecting disabled Americans from discrimination. The policy was known as Section 504. They printed the promise on paper. Then they stalled. Without a signature, it was just typography.
The protesters entered the regional Health, Education, and Welfare building in San Francisco on a Tuesday morning. They took the elevators to the director's office. They brought sleeping bags and catheters. They informed the staff they were not leaving until the law was signed.
By sunset, the police surrounded the exits. Kitty sat near the windows. She organized the floor plan. She assigned committees for security and sanitation. She kept her medication in a small cooler.
According to federal memorandums released decades later, the strategy to end the occupation relied on medical attrition. The building was not equipped for long-term habitation. The FBI calculated that a population requiring ventilators, specialized diets, and daily medical aides would voluntarily evacuate if the environment became sufficiently hostile. They instituted a blockade.
The blockade went into effect immediately. No food deliveries allowed. No medical supplies permitted through the lobby. Guards stood at the main doors checking identification.
Kitty's muscles deteriorated faster under the physical strain. She couldn't walk. When the phone lines went dead, the fourth floor lost contact with the press. The government waited for the quiet.
Kitty dropped to the floor. She realized the barricades were designed for standing adults. The police had blocked the hallways at waist height. They hadn't blocked the linoleum.
The floors were covered in cigarette ash and spilled coffee. She dragged her body through it. She crawled under the barricades to reach the restricted elevator shafts and unguarded offices.
She carried notes in her pockets. She found a single working payphone the FBI missed. She called the local news desks. She called the mayor's office.
She crawled back. When her arms failed, someone pulled her by her ankles. The Black Panthers heard the news reports. They crossed the police lines with hot meals. The FBI could not stop them without a riot.
They shut off the elevators, so she crawled.
The occupation lasted twenty-five days. It remains the longest non-violent occupation of a federal building in American history. On April 28, the Secretary of HEW signed the regulations without a single alteration.
The protesters left the building the next morning. They went back to their apartments. The Rehabilitation Act regulations laid the groundwork for every accessibility law that followed. The HEW building still stands on United Nations Plaza. The elevators run on a schedule. The doors are heavy glass.
Kitty Cone: the woman who crawled under the barricades.
Source: Kitty Cone's oral history, Bancroft Library.
Verified via: National Museum of American History.
(Some details summarized for brevity.)
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On Returning from Women's Lands by Elle Cooney, 8/12/24 (x)
there were a lot of really, really juicy lines in The Solar War but I think this one was my favorite:
They were the XVI Legion as they had once been, warriors who had earned in blood and death the high place from which they had fallen.
its succinct, but has a twinge of garden path in it. the rhythm is also fantastic. nothing is happening, no one is dying, not at this very second, but it has the cadence of a campfire story, of introducing that which needs no introduction but deserves one anyways. there's an entire arc contained within it. chef's kiss.
He should live, shouldn’t he? That would be the kind thing to do, the reassuring story to tell, but this is a story where that kind of hope and faith is not enough, and the reality is that it is going to end in blood and sacrifice and loss.
John French, Afterward to "The Solar War"
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Author’s Comment : The lights of the skyscrapers in Manhattan are beginning to turn on, and I created this work with a bird’s eye view of New York City, which is being transformed into a vibrant city.
The 42nd Annual Exhibition of Traditional Kaga Yuzen Crafts is being held at the 21st Century Museum of Contemporary Art, Kanazawa, from September 16 (Wed) to 22 (Tue).Â
Do you remember the episode of Spongebob where he's training gary for the snail race and does a coach persona + calls gary a girl and has an aside where he's like "I called you a lady to demean you 🤓" and right after he says that it cuts to sandy and she somehow telepathically feels that Spongebob just did something misogynistic and us like I feel like I need to kick Spongebobs ass for some reason. And then she appears just at the end of the episode to kick his ass.
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Just now at dinner my mom told me that a woman rowed from California to Hawaii and not only beat the women’s speed record but also the men’s speed record
Of course I had to look her up; her name is Kelsey Pfendler
Kelsey Pfendler became the first American woman to successfully row solo from California to Hawaii.
You know I turned on the sound just to help me understand what was going on and I guess it was exactly what it looked like.
Ooh! Spot the industrial safety device! The worker has to press a 'stab the cheese' button with both hands. This is because if they're doing that, neither of their hands can be within the cheese stabbing zone.
This cheese is being stabbed safely
early this morning i heard what sounded like someone sawing wood by hand. not like the euphemism for snoring, i mean a hauling-ass kind of wood sawing, like wile-e-coyote-has-a-scheme-to-put-together-in-five-seconds-flat kind of sawing. which is a frankly bizarre thing to hear in a manhattan walkup, let me tell you. but i looked out the window and didn't see anyone doing any carpentry on the street outside, so i sort of forgot about it.
and like an hour ago i got a hankering to take a bath. i've never bothered taking one here because the tub is old and kinda grody, but i thought "this is as good a reason as any to thoroughly clean it"... anyways i got really fucking impatient because it was taking fucking forever and the bleach stinks like ass so i started going kind of apeshit with the scrub brush. and guess what that sounded exactly like
People do not give us (Brasil) enough credit for:
Our fucked up dolphins
Our fucked up porcupines
Our fucked up snakes
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