Sunday 5 December 2021

I Got Broken Bones, Not from Your Sticks and Stones but from That You Call Me: a Word on the National Post's Defence of Prejudiced Language

 I must stop reading click-bate from the National Post. It just keeps getting worse.

 opinion piece

Words matter. They can hurt as much as sticks and stones. For example, persons who live with chronic shame owing to repeated insults are more likely to experience any number of psychosocial and physical ailments. The most serious of these ailments include heart disease and suicidal ideation. These conditions have unfortunately high (co)morbidity rates. It is only a quaint notion of the Cartesian mind-body split that holds words cannot physically harm a person. And if a certain community carries a pervasive sense of shame, this is one way of maintaining their intra-generational subjugation. They are more likely to become physically and mentally ill, thereby making it challenging for them to access full citizenship and the benefits of equal recognition from their fellow human beings.

I despise those who cower behind the bombastic cudgel of free expression to legitimate their brash behaviour. What is so arduous about being nice? The article illuminates interesting antinomies within the philosophical scaffolding of settler colonial liberalism, however

First, the CBC did not ban these words; the CBC simply advised circumspection when using them. Even if the CBC DID ban these words, they are not the government. They do not directly control what Canadian subjects say or do.

Second, we should note how many of these words promote the ideology of ability and nondisabled supremacy. As Tobin Siebers noted in his 2008 book, “Disability Theory,” the ideology of ability is so obeyed that questioning it provokes outrage. Unlike gay men (and women using that term instead of lesbian) who successfully challenged words that demeaned them in everyday speech, to function within able-bodied society, persons with disabilities are forced to turn a “blind eye” to words that make them feel “lame” and cause them to have a “spastic” reaction. When they complain about it, such complaints “fall on deaf ears” and if they tried to assert “standing” in court to challenge this claim they would be seen as a “lunatic” or an “idiot”. In other words, by speaking English, I am forced to constantly distort and misrecognize my own existence. This distortion amplifies marginalization. It is nearly impossible to denaturalize the eugenicist folk wisdom of contemporary English.

I was dismayed that crippled is a work meriting the hallowed protection of freedom of expression according to the National Post. Many in the disabled community, including me, have been called this odious term by those with venom on their lips and have felt the confining effect it has on our diminished humanity.

 Third, the interweaving connections between these oppressive words and expressions reveal the common cause persons with disabilities have with BIPOC folks, many of whom, of course, are also disabled on top of their other statuses. Furthermore, while each experience of oppression has unique historical and cultural factors that we must not ignore, the word list shows a particular connection between anti-disability prejudice and settler colonial violence. Sadly, this link does not surprise me. The eugenic fantasy of a blemish free white able-bodied settler colony, that can conquer the unfortunate vicissitudes of nature through technological advancement undergirds both subjugating ideologies./

Broken Bones (City of Love - Radio Mix) - YouTube