Never Walked In High Heels

It’s Armistice Day again. It is the time when we all wear red poppies for remembrance and flower sellers on the street corner are doing a respectful duty. The scarlet plastic flowers contrasting against our dark coats are a bold statement for the good that men are capable of in the bleakest times. And these men, wars, and efforts, are worth being revered as well as remembered because these are the people who knew that sometimes a war is worth fighting, in order to protect human dignity.

Sadly, we as a society seem unable to offer these people the same respect in peace time as they did on the battlefield. Indeed, it is a known fact that with war comes wounds, and with those often comes permanent disability. What is often forgotten is that even today, with the onset of disability, basic human rights and dignities are habitually forgotten, looked over, or ignored. It suddenly becomes socially acceptable for a taxi to blow past a man in a wheelchair because the driver cannot be bothered to put the ramp down. Store clerks refuse to acknowledge someone with inarticulate speech because it is easier to talk to her companion. And a family stops trying to bathe the last living man from the World War II generation because his missing limb combined with his age related conditions makes showering extremely difficult.

Veterans are the people who were willing to risk life and limb to protect our safety and way of life at home. What they did not realize they were risking, was what is taken away as a person with any disability… their dignity.

With disability rights legislation several years old, it would be easy to assume that such discrimination and humiliation no longer exists or, at the very least, is on its way out. But in fact, the issue is a civil rights battle with extremely uncharted waters. The Disability Rights Commission recently revealed that a shocking number of organizations failed to give a disability equality scheme on the required date. Research shows that over forty percent of disabled people are deemed “economically inactive.” Despite all possible legislation, the barriers which were an issue for disabled people fifteen years ago have not been erased but rather transformed. And for the man who gave up his pristine spine because he believed an ideal was worth that risk to protect that notion, why can’t the country he was willing to enlist for now see him as a man who is as deserving to be able to get into any building as he is.

If this sounds absurd then there is only one word I can say in response… good. It is absurd that anyone is one faulty stoplight away from becoming a second-class citizen. Moreover, the fact that our culture emphasizes perfection and convenience symbolizes our refusal to acknowledge the frailty of the entire human condition. If the Armed Forces can see this need for the protection of humanity, why is it those at home refuse to recognize the same need for dignity for injured vets.

As a disabled woman, I recognize that laws and legislation have their place in forcing social change. But, it is people who make the laws, and it is people who make changes, or impede them. All of the laws and constitutions amount to good intentions on the part of lawmaker, but the conditions for disabled persons remain unchanged in daily life. And such changes will not be until changes in perception occur at an individual level. It is indeed inappropriate for anyone to excuse his ignorant behavior by explaining “I have yet to receive training on how to deal with disabled people.” Moreover, it is wrong. To use such a feeble defense is to ultimately give permission to someone else to treat you in the same manner when you are old and have unsure footing. More than any other civil rights battle, this issue is the one where, given time, you are sure to reap the seeds you sow.

Of course it is not only veterans who are entitled to these rights, but for them the common condition of the disabled person should strike you as the most shameful. These men and women became disabled by protecting you, your way of life and your home, because they thought your freedoms were worth pain, fear, and even a lifetime of inconvenience. Why can we not take the same challenge on our local high streets? What should be our selfless heroes are currently force to drink from the pungent cup of dependency feeling unwelcome, foreign, and a burden. They have been forced into the position, like all disabled people, of a refugee with no homeland even among the nation they fought to protect.