imagine going the farthest a human has ever gone from earth, going the fastest a human has ever gone, and still having to ask if the person pulling you out of the spacecraft is remembering to hit push to talk. this is really such a human event

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imagine going the farthest a human has ever gone from earth, going the fastest a human has ever gone, and still having to ask if the person pulling you out of the spacecraft is remembering to hit push to talk. this is really such a human event
Catastrophize Benedictine
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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they literally deleted all existing reblogs of that post from existence btw<3
and theyre tryin to delete it all again
they literally deleted all existing reblogs of that post from existence btw<3
and theyre tryin to delete it all again
they literally deleted all existing reblogs of that post from existence btw<3
and theyre tryin to delete it all again
they literally deleted all existing reblogs of that post from existence btw<3
and theyre tryin to delete it all again
they literally deleted all existing reblogs of that post from existence btw<3
and theyre tryin to delete it all again
SAY NICE THINGS TO PPL
Reblog to tell the person you reblogged it from that they are really cool.
SAY NICE THINGS TO PPL
Reblog to tell the person you reblogged it from that they are really cool.
SAY NICE THINGS TO PPL
Reblog to tell the person you reblogged it from that they are really cool.
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i don’t even want to SEE the blorbos you guys are tagging this as. how could you conceivably relate this to a fictional character like I don’t look at my favs and go you know what? his pussy could eat through a metal grate
This would have had me crucified on tumblr 10 years ago but maybe we are ready for this conversation now:
If you are a socially anxious person, you have to socialize. Your panic/anxiety attacks will only get worse and trigger more frequently if you constantly avoid contact with The Public. Not saying that you need to be a social butterfly- but there is a genuine problem with not being able to order your own meal at a restaurant. And it cannot be solved by always having someone else do it for you.
This is a PSA to about 3/4s of the Portland Youth populace
everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.
i wanted to make a poll of "what's your favorite zelda game" but i couldn't list them all before hitting the limit on poll options so just drop your favorite zelda game in the comments or tags. i'm curious which ones are most popular among my audience
i think in a few days i'll manually count all the responses to see the amount for each game (although i'm already noticing a flood of twilight princess replies haha). for me my top favorites are skyward sword and wind waker, and i think i'll give majora's mask a mention too
ok but like. there are two different types of privilege. there's type a "everybody should have this, but some people don't" and type b "nobody should have this, but some people do"
there's having parents who can pay for your application to any college, and then there's having parents who can bribe your way into any college. there's owning your own home, and then there's owning 50 houses and getting rich off hoarding a vital resource. there's not fearing for your life whenever cops are around, and then there's being the cop and being allowed to murder anyone at any time.
idk i just feel like that's an important distinction to make.
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