Since Frederick Douglass was a great friend of President Abraham Lincoln; In 1864, Lincoln was the first patron for now Gallaudet University. What would Frederick Douglass react to Audism today?
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Lisa Lampanelli: Queen of Hate-Monger in Deaf Community
Look at the date and the namesake of the theatre.
April 8th. The theatre named after President Lincoln. It is the date when President Lincoln signed an important history to give Deaf people a new life to breathe for higher education by establishing National Deaf Mute College in 1864. I saw the sign when I was waiting for Metro train to come by and realized something about it.
Who might be Lisa Lampanelli? She is the Queen of hate-monger. She is a mean comedian on HBO and other TV series promoting hate speech. In 2007, she was in Rochester, New York for stand up show and made very hateful comments about Deaf people. I mean, really hateful.
Lampanelli: “God hates Deaf people. What’s wrong with you?”
Lampanelli: “Don’t you think Deaf students could be maybe just retarded, and they’re trying to sneak by saying they’re Deaf?” Oh, there are many more what she said about Deaf people. Where is the humor in these statements? In what way are these acceptable? NONE. NADA. ZERO.
For Deaf people in Washington, DC, the home of Gallaudet University, the world’s only university for Deaf—they have been as an agent of change, and in many respects, an awakening in politics and Deaf culture. Deaf people are still reminded that that they are collectively still in pursuit of happiness, freedom, justice and equality in the land of America.
Lisa’s words supported mob attacks, medical genocide, cultural genocide, discrimination, hate speech, culture of fear and most importantly, Audism. How would Deaf people feel if the hearing peers approve a show of a hearing person mocking and degrading them? What kind of message is that sent to the Deaf people and their families who struggle discrimination and prejudice on a daily basis? What about the self-esteem of those Deaf people who already demoralized by the extensive Audism?
To add the salt on the wound, their money via public and private activity fees might finance the show. Lampanelli can practice her hate speech/literature elsewhere, but to do this in Washington, D.C.; with the major Deaf university sends a very negative message on the value of Deaf people and students. There is no going around this message.
Lampanelli still have not apologized for her hate speech ten years ago. She cannot get away with it. We need to remind her that it is not acceptable. Stop hate speech against Deaf people. I feel those Deaf people in 2007. I cannot imagine and I do not think it was funny at all.
No wonder where Trump got this from Lisa for calling Deaf people retarded.
April 8th is very special for Deaf people with the BIG help of President Lincoln. Bless his soul! Lisa Lampanelli knew that it was an act of hate against Deaf people, as well as an attack on them as the state of being Deaf.
I think that Lincoln Theatre needs to realize and have the show cancelled and respect Deaf people first. I wish Deaf people would protest there and make a difference.
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My Cauliflower Ears Story
Wrestling tournament. Semi-finals. 1994. Me on the Top Right.
Be of good cheer about death and know this as a truth, that no evil can happen to a good man, either in lie or after death.”-Socrates
I am sitting on a chair staring at computer monitor and write in pain. I live with the stigma for the rest of my life until my life is expired. Last night and this early morning, I’ve gotten two death threats or even wishing that I would die of a massive heart attack through e-mails and have my body thrown in the woods and eat up by the coyotes. The problem is that the haters do not know my life very well. I continue to become target by those people and their other friends.
I’ve survived a massive heart attack. In fact, I overcame couple of heart attacks and dealt with death for ten minutes. No one can ever take that away from me. I lived in a country on 400 acres and I’ve seen coyotes many times and we grow to respect each other. Coyotes and I’ve shared strong bonds as well as sharing the same language before.
When I joined wrestling squad for the first time when I was 12 years old, it was the best thing ever happened to me fighting demons out of my life. Surviving home problems and escaping from there was a perfect excuse to do it. The story of my cauliflower ears fails through human observation. The visual of the growing cauliflower is extremely slow at the same time, the pain becomes bigger and I choose to wrestle so I can erase my pain away, and the evolution of cauliflower begins to surface in my sophomore year.
Every year I wrestle to seek the answer to wash my mistakes away. During my ear surgery to reduce the swelling of my ears, the doctor asked me to hold the towel and sit tight while the doctor put a knife to open up my ear to begin the procedure to heal my ears. The forgotten blood has splattered all over on the wall; my father was hiding his face into his book while sitting in the same room I was in. My father was reading Dean Koontz’s book.
Although it has been visually ignored at times at home, my cauliflower ears do have a story. I was the talent of being a survivor. Even with cauliflower ears. I contend, instead, that it has everything to deal with neglect at home. Have I type something wrong? Either way I was born with talent or I am not. Either I have the gift or I do not. Actually, whether or not that I have talent do not really matter if I am a survivor. Many might disagree, but I contend that it certainly will not be the deciding factor in society.
In fact, sometimes having a cauliflower ear can be detrimental to a survivor. What you are not born with, you learn. While dealing with a cauliflower ear itself, it cannot be learned and the skills I to propel forward in this society that can be learned. In reality, it is the skills I develop, not the talent that I have would make the difference between the series of stories through oppression or build strength the way I want it to be. Is that no more than a fair credibility? One of the most positive things about sporting a cauliflower ear is that the ear mold for my hearing aids does not fit anymore.
I do not have to deal with headaches anymore. At home and school, the people with authority rather hack a dart than recognizing a problem. It amazes how much I was exploited into “battery” economics. I shall benefit nothing from my digital amplification as I point out headaches, but no words.
Along with my cauliflower ears, I dream in death, I dream in warnings and I dream in pursuit of happiness. The cars are passing in blinks, when I am trying to walk peacefully on the harshest roads and yet, I get questioned with a bottle that shakes for vengeance. Stress is often invisible in quad of important human oppression; I face death all the time even through attempted vengeance couple of times and I stand strong for a purpose. My mental life is always active and acute, both in private and public. I would never let anyone interfere with my life progress.
Umberto Eco in his book, The Name of Rose argues that: “Learning is not like a coin, which remains physically whole even through the most infamous transactions; it is, rather, like a very handsome dress, which is worn through use and ostentation.”
To show whether I do have a private mental life that no one else could peek inside it.
Stories of my cauliflower ears are the adversity that is forgotten in the strictest principles of English language, therefore strengthening my views and undermines my stories completely. The objection of a term I begin to recognize in my life through consequentialism, a procedure that leads to join of forgotten people.
As President Lincoln and philosopher Plato as they were great wrestlers with cauliflower ears, I am in a position to know that their mind and can effectively annotate the life experiences of oppression. Doing this will be the “value added” that takes it out of being failed reports from people at home and school, and gives me a real ownership and rights to my life and prevents anyone includes Deaf people who wished that I’d die of massive heart claiming it as theirs.
I refuse to forget many incidents and things because I experienced them all before my life that was robbed by their lies. I was given many nuances of literature, and was told to accept bullying in analyzing my life. If all of my cauliflower ears makes from my assistance to my strength to better my life each day, I honor my presence to a cauliflower ear and make it a success one day by overcoming adversity.
Go ahead and applause. Yes, applause! I will not applause for anyone who send me an e-mail wishing that I would die of a massive heart attack or even die and leave my body to become rotten and have the coyotes eat me up.Will you applause for that kind of effort, too?
The death wishes comes from Deaf people, some of them are well known. I refuse to give up. No one ever knows my struggles what I’ve gone through. That is why I’m much stronger than you really think of me. You all do not know my pain. You all do not know my stories without listening my side. You all do not ever undermine or mock my struggles. Go ahead and say the most evil things about me all you want.
A quote from movie, John Wick, that applies with my life, “In that moment, I received some semblance of hope. An opportunity to grieve unalone.”
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