Hey able bodied world stop judging us and do your job, we can work and support ourselves if you let us.
Medicare and Medicaid are great support for the disabled and otherwise abled who can’t earn enough to pay for insurance, and rent assistance keeps the roof over those who because of logistics can’t get to work to pay their rent themselves or the job they can get doesn’t pay enough. Then there’s food stamps that put food on the table of the families where there just isn’t enough to go around, and access a ride as broken as the system will eventually as long as you’re not in a hurry get you from A to B when your impaired and disabled.
All the services above are necessary and nothing to be ashamed of if you are on them or receive them they are your right and some of us will need them forever. There is however another portion of the benefit receiving disabled community that could support themselves and stop the accusatory whining of the taxpaying abelists community in their tracks if they the abelists got of their whining asses and did their job.
When there are 468 subway stations and 270 elevators at 60 stations and on any day only 17% work, and if you catch the 1 train up the west side past 59th st to innwood there is not one single accessible stop from 59th st to 172nd st so if you live there you have to push your wheelchair or hobble on your crutches across all the way from the east side either across central park or through the worst of Harlem and even then there is only 4 out of 20 stops on that side that are accessible. When as I do you live in flushing you have to catch the seven train and the problem is elevators,if the first one works you catch the train to 74st. If you get to 74th st,you use the first elevator from the above ground platform to the first mezzanine then you roll 10 yards to the second elevator which takes you to the lower mezzanine and then you roll 20 yards to the final elevator which takes you below ground to the e train and then you ride 35minutes to Manhattan where I have to get out at 14th and 8th st.
At 14th and 8th st there are two more elevators on any given day not all of the 5 elevators are working so you are faced with degrading yourself and crawling down stairs like a worm if you can but if you can’t you miss work and have to turn around and go back home. On more than one occasion when I had to turn around in the two minutes since exiting the previous elevator it had broken down and I was screwed.
Then if you get off the train and you’re above ground and you have to roll the streets, they are broken they don’t have ramps on every corner so if you give up and try to catch a cab they will illegally drive straight past because of your wheelchair and forget it all together if you have a service dog even though it is federal law that they must stop for you and they must carry your dog with you. Seeing as we are talking about subways and roads and foot paths, the federal law that came in when the Americans with disabilities act states that 20% of all public works must be for disabled accessibility but less than 2% of funds spent since the ADA became law has actually been spent on us.
So I personally have lost more than a half dozen jobs, been dropped by 4 medical specialists and 3 therapists because of the simple fact the able bodied law makers and mayors and politicians won’t do their jobs. Here’s the fact America, you don’t get the right to complain about the problem and be the problem yet that’s exactly what happens. I did the sums recently, the combined cost of social welfare services and benefits for just the state of newyork alone is about 2 billion a year yet according to the city’s own figures the provision of a elevator at every station is less than 200 million. That one expenditure could put 40% of the current welfare receiving disabled community of the 5 boroughs back to work and off the system, see the idea you do your job so we can keep ours. Less taxes spent on us will mean less whining and aggression acted out on us so less policing involved In our protection.
So the savings pile up like spare change at the Madoff house.
I’m lucky I write novels and I’m a chef and my food it seems is good enough that people see past my wheels and between my lovely wife and I have never taken a cent in public assistance. But believe me there have been times when we couldn’t afford my meds for so long I was bedridden for over a year, and there was once a time when the rice used to hold my incense sticks upright on my Buddhist alter had to be rinsed so we could eat I still taste incense every time I think about it.
You do your job well do ours everyone wins