Tell Senators to vote YES on the Disability Treaty!
Learn what the “Disability Treaty” is and why it matters via this handout: http://bit.ly/CRPD1Pager (The “Disability Treaty” is called the Convention on the Rights of Persons with Disabilities, CRPD).
Calling your Senators is usually the most powerful way to act. Senators count calls more heavily than they count email messages. If you need a script to guide you through your phone calls, or if you would rather communicate via email or Twitter, visit the Action Center at http://disabilitytreaty.org.
We passed a MAJOR hurdle on July 22 when the CRPD was finally passed out of committee. This is an accomplishment that the disability community has been working toward for the past 18 months. Now that the CRPD is out of committee, Senator Reid can choose to schedule a floor vote on the treaty at any time. If he does this as early as next week, then the next two weeks will be especially crucial. If he misses next week, then the CRPD would have to wait until after the August Senate recess to be scheduled. Either way, things may move very quickly from here. I try to post things to Tumblr when I can, but sometimes there’s so much happening I can’t get to it. Therefore, the best way to make sure you don’t miss future opportunities to take action is to sign up for the CRPD Action Alert mailing list by completing the form at this link: http://disabilitytreaty.org/app/register?1&m=10254
NEWSFLASH for everyone reading this who is within reasonable distance of Washington DC: There will be a Rally for the Disability Treaty in Washington DC at 12:15 pm on Tuesday, July 29, 2014. Visit the Disability Treaty Rally Facebook event page to learn more detail, to RSVP, or to help invite those of your Facebook contacts who live in the DC area. Please make sure that people you know in DC are aware!
We are in the process of ironing out technical details so that we can (we hope!) put out a live streaming web cast of the rally on Tuesday. We will post more information about this at the Disability Treaty Rally facebook event page when we are able.
Boycott Autism Speaks is having an event tomorrow. If you care about self-determination for minorities, intersectionality, disabled people, basic fairness, and charity scams, it is worth looking into. Just share premade memes here and from #boycottautismspeaks on Tumblr. For once, doing good is easy!
Boycott autismspeaks they don’t speak for autistics
If kids can’t socialize, who should parents blame? Simple: They should blame themselves. This is the argument advanced in It’s Complicated: The Social Lives of Networked Teens, by Microsoft researcher Danah Boyd. Boyd—full disclosure, a friend of mine—has spent a decade interviewing hundreds of teens about their online lives.
What she has found, over and over, is that teenagers would love to socialize face-to-face with their friends. But adult society won’t let them. “Teens aren’t addicted to social media. They’re addicted to each other,” Boyd says. “They’re not allowed to hang out the way you and I did, so they’ve moved it online.”
It’s true. As a teenager in the early ’80s I could roam pretty widely with my friends, as long as we were back by dark. But over the next three decades, the media began delivering a metronomic diet of horrifying but rare child-abduction stories, and parents shortened the leash on their kids. Politicians warned of incipient waves of youth wilding and superpredators (neither of which emerged). Municipalities crafted anti-loitering laws and curfews to keep young people from congregating alone. New neighborhoods had fewer public spaces. Crime rates plummeted, but moral panic soared. Meanwhile, increased competition to get into college meant well-off parents began heavily scheduling their kids’ after-school lives.
The result, Boyd discovered, is that today’s teens have neither the time nor the freedom to hang out. So their avid migration to social media is a rational response to a crazy situation. They’d rather socialize F2F, so long as it’s unstructured and away from grown-ups. “I don’t care where,” one told Boyd wistfully, “just not home.