Never Walked In High Heels

No doubt about it, Susan Boyle’s singing performance last week was impeccable. It was one of those acts that can only come from years of calloused hands, broken dreams, the refusal to believe you’re above cleaning toilets, and an incredible fire, which will not let you back down in the face of rejection. And, she showed her talent successfully with one of the most overdone songs in musical theatre. Young singers mostly lack the depth sing honestly, without “performing”, and drama school students are often too idealistic in what the profession “ought to be” to even bother trying to be that open. I know those looks of dread from the judges; I have seen them in auditions and in drama school. The refusal of the teachers to admit that one is talented - the insistence that she be handed a tambourine when she can compose a concerto - is exactly why I dropped out of training. Pre-judging is the standard of my industry. 

In the aftermath of the shock, Youtube, blogs, and chatrooms have lit up talking about her performance. “We were wrong,” they say. “She is amazing”… The praise goes on in the type of circular talks, found only in our modern cyber communications. And then I saw a post on a disability-related message board which disturbed me. The title was “Susan Boyle: is she one of us?” It then explained the numerous ways that Ms. Boyle could be seen as disabled, how she was affected by prejudice, and how this triumph was a call to arms for disability arts. By the end of the post, I marveled that the singer could even get out bed in the morning, she sounded so deformed. Then came the torrent of replies and threads: “yes she is disabled,” “no she’s not disabled enough,” “I’m more disabled than she is, and I can sing better, why wasn’t I on?” Again, I am reminded how much I am disturbed to see people choose to crawl on their bellies when they can still remain upright with some dignity. 

Here’s a thought: She is one of us. She’s human. 

What this situation highlights is everyone else’s discrimination that occurred after she opened her mouth to sing the first note. In my mind this hindsight discrimination is even worse than the discrimination which occurred before she sang. She is qualified to hold her own among the best, yet the people who posted such responses choose to see her only in terms of what she is not, rather than what she is. In addition to such practice of logic being bad scholarship, it flies in the face of equality and liberty.  You cannot be a mainstream success by focusing on what you cannot do. This is why “disability art” will forever be on life support from the government. It is not the conditions into which you were born that define who you are. In fact, they don’t even make you interesting. Instead, your actions make you who you are. Ms. Boyle could have captured disability culture if she said, “Oh well, this is the best I’ll be. Let me define myself as disabled and sell a few records off the sympathy of others.” She could have compromised her vision and had it much easier. But she didn’t.

She captured the world instead.