As a disabled, immunocompromised person living in make-believe no-Covid world amid revolving door poverty, an active genocide and increasing eugenics campaigns globally I am finding less and less reason to continue Being. Tell me how you’re doing it, dear reader, so that I can make living in unending despair at all bearable.
This is all fine and well until you understand how horribly the sick have been treated for, well, all of it, and this current moment has not managed to inspire much confidence in me that this is changing or will change. Have you read And the Band Played On by Randy Shilts? Insulin is “affordable” and “accessible” as of the 1980s because the Walmart guy’s friend got diagnosed with type 1- when’s the last time you ever thought about diabetes aside from whatever shock headline you read about Covid giving it to you? Please tell me of any inspiring historical record of disability justice and the contemporary reaction to it because it’s all extremely depressing to me!