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Aug. 9th, 2016 08:12 amThe Progressive, SJW, side of Tumblr just loves to mock Trump for mocking “that Disabled Reporter.” We love to shake our fingers at the Drump, and wring our hands, and point out what a terrible bully he is, for “making fun of those less fortunate than he is.”
But we’re just as bad.
That “poor disabled reporter” has a name: Serge F. Kovaleski.
Use it.
That “poor disabled reporter” has credentials.
Check them out.
The way he’s been talked about, people would be forgiven for thinking he’d been released from the Group Home to go hear the Famous Man give a speech.
He so is not.
That “poor disabled reporter” had a point to make.
Remember it.
This, to me, proves that Donald J. Trump is anything but “crazy.” This incident happened on 24 November, last year -- back when there were still eleven candidates running for the G.O.P. nomination, back when this still could have been a race between Clinton and Kasich (or Sanders and Fiorina). But instead:
The Drump put on a very theatrical performance, telegraphing to a national audience (and, ultimately, a global audience) just how much of an Other Mr. Kovaleski is.
And we (yes, even those of us in the Disabled community) swallowed it whole.
Serge Kovaleski stopped being the Pulitzer Prize winning reporter for The New York Times, who called the Republican candidate out on a blatant, Islamophobic, lie, and became the “poor disabled guy that the bully made fun of -- what a mean, mean, bully!”
We swallowed Drump’s act like an Irish Setter that pulled the extra large garlic pizza off the counter. And it’s killing us.
This is Ableism. And this is why it matters to Everyone, even the Normates.
I have had it up to my eye teeth with the Disabled being stripped of our names, our voices, our dignity, value, and our lives.
I’m burning through my F_C_S so fast, two of the five letters are ashes already. The last of them will likely be gone by the end of week. I expect it will take at least five years to replenish my supply.
But we’re just as bad.
That “poor disabled reporter” has a name: Serge F. Kovaleski.
Use it.
That “poor disabled reporter” has credentials.
Check them out.
The way he’s been talked about, people would be forgiven for thinking he’d been released from the Group Home to go hear the Famous Man give a speech.
He so is not.
That “poor disabled reporter” had a point to make.
Remember it.
This, to me, proves that Donald J. Trump is anything but “crazy.” This incident happened on 24 November, last year -- back when there were still eleven candidates running for the G.O.P. nomination, back when this still could have been a race between Clinton and Kasich (or Sanders and Fiorina). But instead:
The Drump put on a very theatrical performance, telegraphing to a national audience (and, ultimately, a global audience) just how much of an Other Mr. Kovaleski is.
And we (yes, even those of us in the Disabled community) swallowed it whole.
Serge Kovaleski stopped being the Pulitzer Prize winning reporter for The New York Times, who called the Republican candidate out on a blatant, Islamophobic, lie, and became the “poor disabled guy that the bully made fun of -- what a mean, mean, bully!”
We swallowed Drump’s act like an Irish Setter that pulled the extra large garlic pizza off the counter. And it’s killing us.
This is Ableism. And this is why it matters to Everyone, even the Normates.
I have had it up to my eye teeth with the Disabled being stripped of our names, our voices, our dignity, value, and our lives.
I’m burning through my F_C_S so fast, two of the five letters are ashes already. The last of them will likely be gone by the end of week. I expect it will take at least five years to replenish my supply.
