According to the website, dictionary.com, Paternalism is: A policy or practice of treating or governing people in a fatherly manner, especially by providing for their needs without giving them rights or responsibilities.
For many years, many deaf schools were practically ruled by hearing administrators, houseparents, teachers, maintenance men and even, kitchen staff. Even they hired some deaf people to work at deaf schools, they tend to be very passive in order to keep their job security going on. So their voices in shaping Deaf children's lives were largely muted for more than 100 years, thanks to the god-damned Milan Conference of 1880.
Naturally, over the long period of time, the seeds of darkness were planted. The powers that the hearies has over deaf children often led to different types of abuses. Be it physical, verbal and yes, sexual. It hindered many deaf people to perpetuate the problems onto each other for the rest of their lives -- because it is the only way they knew how to deal with each other through that manner.
My deaf school was not different from any schools, really. I am not aware that a hearing person taking advantage of a deaf child. It is more of deaf student on deaf student. I suspected it began in 1940s when someone (probably a hearie) touched or molested a deaf child -- then a deaf child thought it was OK as he touched the other kids at my school -- so the cycle of "touching, forelpay and eventually, anal sex" has whirled for 40 years. I asked my father about this, he was quick enough to deny this -- that "quick enough to deny" is the reason why I strongly suspect it occured during that period ...
In 1988, the Deaf President Now Movement exploded in Washington, DC -- its ripple effect in Deaf empowerment shook the foundations of Deaf schools' systems across the nation. The social impact from the Movement jolted the Deaf communities across the globe that one has to stand up and kick the hearies back to the corner and take over what is rightfully ours.
More and more Deaf persons are taking over the higher positions and changed the policies that meets the deaf students' needs, not hearies' needs. Slowly, the secrets of the abuses began to emerge from the darkness. It is not pretty sight.
But at least, Governor Baxter School for the Deaf in Portland, Maine is doing something about it.
Check this link. Dr. Robert Kelly I s Going To Hell!
It is interesting to see the picture of cheering alumnus. Very liberating experience, I bet.
R-
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Interesting Tidbit
You know, NYU has 24/7 Library. Gallaudet should have one like that. Sometimes at 4 AM when I was wired and restless, I wanted to scourge the books to build a massive, warped and yet so complicated knowledge of everything ... trying to best Einstein ... but I failed. Thanks to Gallaudet, I'm bit dumber than ever. ;-)
Enjoy this article. I was the VEE at that dude. You can surf his blog as well.
Homeless at NYU!! and his own blog.
R-
Enjoy this article. I was the VEE at that dude. You can surf his blog as well.
Homeless at NYU!! and his own blog.
R-
Monday, April 26, 2004
The Restaurant ...
I was watching "The Restaurant" on NBC, it was quite a drama between Rocco and Jeffrey. Jeffrey is a stud. Rocco is fuckin' arrogant that you can find in Chelsea, lying through his yellow teeth to get what he wanted. But that is not the topic I wanted to tell ...
About five or six years ago, a group of six or seven went to Pizzeria Uno's in Union Station in the District. Among the group was Lester, a 6'8 foot tall dude ... it was a simple thing that turned into a drama that embarrassed everyone else in the process.
We had our orders done and Lester was hungry and waiting impatiently for his food to arrive. The lady was carrying a huge plate that held food dishes on her shoulder and her right hand to balance the plate. As she began to put the dishes down one-by-one ... Lester was impatient and he was taller enough to see his dish on the plate, he took it off the huge plate.
Big mistake.
The lady lost control of her huge plate and tipped the plate towards our table and destroyed our food -- the lady was so pissed off at Lester as he held his plate. He looked like, "Did I do this? But I did not mean to do this!"
It was such a spectacle yet so embarrassing.
Yes, I had to wait another 20 minutes of dinner.
R-
About five or six years ago, a group of six or seven went to Pizzeria Uno's in Union Station in the District. Among the group was Lester, a 6'8 foot tall dude ... it was a simple thing that turned into a drama that embarrassed everyone else in the process.
We had our orders done and Lester was hungry and waiting impatiently for his food to arrive. The lady was carrying a huge plate that held food dishes on her shoulder and her right hand to balance the plate. As she began to put the dishes down one-by-one ... Lester was impatient and he was taller enough to see his dish on the plate, he took it off the huge plate.
Big mistake.
The lady lost control of her huge plate and tipped the plate towards our table and destroyed our food -- the lady was so pissed off at Lester as he held his plate. He looked like, "Did I do this? But I did not mean to do this!"
It was such a spectacle yet so embarrassing.
Yes, I had to wait another 20 minutes of dinner.
R-
To Hex ...
Hex, Hex, what did I do to you? I always thought you were strange and weird but that is your style. I never badmouthed or backstabbed you. I tried to be nice towards you because you did not do anything wrong.
But you crossed the line when you badmouthed me to your so-called Christian friends who associated with that old geezer husband of yours. It is silly, my dear.
you're weird, and always will be. that's why you married him.
R-
But you crossed the line when you badmouthed me to your so-called Christian friends who associated with that old geezer husband of yours. It is silly, my dear.
you're weird, and always will be. that's why you married him.
R-
Pics & Books
These pics on your right are not me, of course. The first picture is Texas' Stacy Stephens whom I termed as a corn-fed chick. She is tough woman who could muscle her way around Tennessee. In her four years at Texas, she had Texas beat Tennessee 3 three times out of 4. Prior to her arrival, Texas had lost to Tennessee more than 10 straight times. Look at how she used her ass to push others away from grabbing her ball. That is, to me, smart and great play -- using anything that might come to you as an advantage.
The second picture is a team that celebrated the National Championship in Men's Lacrosse (Virginia won!) and this guy, Kass, jumped higher with such a passion that I had to pose it up.
Now I had been packing up a lot of shitty stuff in my boxes. Sigh. I came across few books that you guys might want to check out.
Chelsea Boys by Glen Hanson and Allan Nuwirth. It is a book composed of comic book strips based on three fags and a dog living in Chelsea. Very funny and witty book. Ask Dylan.
An Underground Life: Memories of Gay Jew in Nazi Berlin by Gad Beck. It is such a moving book. Gad Beck survives throughout the terrors in Europe but not without a price. Lots of his friends died. Including Poldi Chones, such a hottie who died as well.
Pedro and Me by Judd Winick. This graphic novel is fuckin' awesome. I remember Brad Dale being bitchy and all that. I read this book, he saw me reading it. Then we sneaked into the computer lab after it closed on a weekend night. I was on the Internet, probably on gay.com -- Brad was boring, he asked if he could read it. He was reading about 25 feet away from me on my left. Later, he vanished from my eyesight. I figured that he cannot leave the lab without me noticing because the alarm would be set off. He had to hide somewhere. I found him hiding in a corner, crying over a book. I was surprised. He was crying over a book. Good to know that he's emotional when it comes to stuff like that. If he cried over a book, it means it's good book.
A corny book is titled, Tell Me How The Wind Sounds, by Leslie D. Guccione. I read it once and thought it was ... whatever.
R-
The second picture is a team that celebrated the National Championship in Men's Lacrosse (Virginia won!) and this guy, Kass, jumped higher with such a passion that I had to pose it up.
Now I had been packing up a lot of shitty stuff in my boxes. Sigh. I came across few books that you guys might want to check out.
Chelsea Boys by Glen Hanson and Allan Nuwirth. It is a book composed of comic book strips based on three fags and a dog living in Chelsea. Very funny and witty book. Ask Dylan.
An Underground Life: Memories of Gay Jew in Nazi Berlin by Gad Beck. It is such a moving book. Gad Beck survives throughout the terrors in Europe but not without a price. Lots of his friends died. Including Poldi Chones, such a hottie who died as well.
Pedro and Me by Judd Winick. This graphic novel is fuckin' awesome. I remember Brad Dale being bitchy and all that. I read this book, he saw me reading it. Then we sneaked into the computer lab after it closed on a weekend night. I was on the Internet, probably on gay.com -- Brad was boring, he asked if he could read it. He was reading about 25 feet away from me on my left. Later, he vanished from my eyesight. I figured that he cannot leave the lab without me noticing because the alarm would be set off. He had to hide somewhere. I found him hiding in a corner, crying over a book. I was surprised. He was crying over a book. Good to know that he's emotional when it comes to stuff like that. If he cried over a book, it means it's good book.
A corny book is titled, Tell Me How The Wind Sounds, by Leslie D. Guccione. I read it once and thought it was ... whatever.
R-
Two Things About DelaJoy!
You know, when I get to your wedding and listen to the usual ramblings by a preacher or priest and when s/he says: "Anyone who objects to the union shall stand up and say it right now", I shall stand up and object.
I'll object to your union mainly because it is not fair. I remembered our discussion a long time ago before you met Eric. We chatted about our frustrations with men. You moaned that you wondered when will you ever get married to a guy considering the fact that lots of people thought you were a cuntlicker. I dismissed that notion and said you'll get when you do not expect it. Less than two months later, you found Eric. Now you have a son. Soon you're gonna be married to that charming dude. That is so unfair!!!! Where is it in for me? WAAAAH!
Now on another subject, about the abortion rights. The whole point of the event is that the right to choose. You have the right not to abort, that is your entirely decision but you do not have the right to impose your beliefs on others. If they want to abort, that is their choice, not yours. The whole thing boils to the personal rights that the government has no *right* to interfere. The so-called religious beliefs would like to do nothing but to force us to adhere to their beliefs. All in all, I am not quite fond of abortions but I have no right to tell others what to do with their bodies. That is what pro-life wanted, to tell them how to live their lives. so essentially, I am on pro-choice's side when it comes to personal rights.
R-
I'll object to your union mainly because it is not fair. I remembered our discussion a long time ago before you met Eric. We chatted about our frustrations with men. You moaned that you wondered when will you ever get married to a guy considering the fact that lots of people thought you were a cuntlicker. I dismissed that notion and said you'll get when you do not expect it. Less than two months later, you found Eric. Now you have a son. Soon you're gonna be married to that charming dude. That is so unfair!!!! Where is it in for me? WAAAAH!
Now on another subject, about the abortion rights. The whole point of the event is that the right to choose. You have the right not to abort, that is your entirely decision but you do not have the right to impose your beliefs on others. If they want to abort, that is their choice, not yours. The whole thing boils to the personal rights that the government has no *right* to interfere. The so-called religious beliefs would like to do nothing but to force us to adhere to their beliefs. All in all, I am not quite fond of abortions but I have no right to tell others what to do with their bodies. That is what pro-life wanted, to tell them how to live their lives. so essentially, I am on pro-choice's side when it comes to personal rights.
R-
It Is OK To Be Stoic, Really!
I'll get to that theme and talk about it but first things has to vented out eventually.
I had been packing all my stuff back into the boxes once again. It seems to me that I kept on moving year after year. Can't I even stay in one place for five years? But I got a sense that this one will be a long time.
Last Saturday night, I went to my new place and dropped some of my stuff there. Then went to XL for few drinks (Few? Yeah, right, you liar, RT!). Once again, I stumbled into Corey, that irresistible charming fella at XL. I told him that in the last month, I already met four unavailable guys named Coreys. He was quicker to mention that he's not unavailable and that he broke up recently.
My general rule is not to date guys who works at gay bars/clubs because it is their job to make us feel loved and drain money out of us, really. Corey did give me the email address few months ago but I apparently lost it somewhere in my palace (Maybe I washed it along in my jeans?). God know, I get cards, notes and napkins from guys with their phone numbers and addresses here more than I did in DC. Don't ask me why. Sometimes I am not used to the idea that there are guys who liked me or find me attractive.
I know you, guys and gals. "There RT goes again, questioning his self-esteem!!" But I assured you guys, it is not. I am not used to the concept (Remember that overused word at Gallaudet?) that I am liked by some. That takes time to get used to that concept (There I go again!)
There was another guy at XL who conceptually (Again!) liked me and is from Honduras. Since he is from Honduras, it is obvious a latino dude. Why did I say that he liked me? He kept on rubbing my back and talked about my life and his life. He kept on asking a lot about me, so conceptually (Again, RT!!) he has to like me. Is it?
I left XL at 1230 AM in order to check the Fur Ball at the GLBT Center to check out the dance that is geared towards bears, cubs, chubs and its admirers. But it closed at 1 AM, not worth my time, energy or cash as well. I am trying to get rid of my belly -- will explain more about it in a bit. I left for my tiny palace right after that episode at the GLBT Center.
Yesterday, Chris and Shane (both are boyfriends) and I met at Excelsior Bar which is 3 blocks away. We drank and played cards. It was my first time to meet Shane after about 3 months. He seems to be happy to see me. Chris is cute as ever. Anyway, Shane asked me that since I am moving to East Village, he'd like to have a gym workout partner and he wanted me to be the one. I told him as soon as I finish everything up with moving, I am more than interested in being one with him.
Anything to win another Shane who lives in Ithaca. He's my type, oh well. I know I'm freaking him out already 'cuz I did not meet him yet. My ideal guy is normal, laid-back, scrawny, intelligent and homeboy where I can come home and say, "I'm home, honey!" just like the husband in that flick, "Pleasantville" -- except that my wife won't use the apron at all. He'll be himself and throw himself on me even if he's dirty. It'd be nice if it was Shane of Ithaca or someone else!
I am not feeling well today, which is why I babbled too much ... I am watching Maury Povich's Makeover Show. I noticed that lots of funny shows made fun of Maury's wife, Connie Chung. It appears that they made fun of her intelligence. Probably because they noticed that she's dweeb? I wondered. Yeah, I am sucker for Jerry Springer Show (Now in 13th season) -- it is sick, stupid and barbaric show but I always giggle or stare at it. When I am not feeling well, I like to watch Dragon Tales. It is charming, brief, uplifting story. I used to intern at PBS National Headquarters in DC. Lindsey Austin Samahon and Jennifer Sale made my experiences at PBS very, very positive.
Sometimes I'd like to be able to hear the sounds is James Earl Jones' voice. I heard that his voice is powerful. I dont care much for birds' twirping or anything like that but I am curious about Last Friday, I told Lorraine that sometimes I wish I am able to speak with my voice instead of my hands because when I am making out with a guy, I dont want my signs to interfere. I just want to mumble something. Oh, well. C'est la vie.
Cliff, I'm sorry about your cat. Did you get to talk with your former roommates about them having FIP? It really sucked.
And by the way, my posting to you few weeks ago were pretty harsh, I know. I am sorry if you felt it was mean. It's just that I felt nobody were on my side when I was trifled upon. Hope you understand what I meant by that.
Otherwise, Jerry Springer Show is on. I gotta throw some DayQuil in my body and nap a little. It's chilly, rainy and drab day. Oh, well.
Oh, one more thing ... Queen Mary 2 came to New York. Last night, I stood by the bridge overpass the Prospect Expressway, it has an open view of Manhattan Harbor. The ship is massive huge. That word "huge" is not big enough for that ship. It was reported that if you turned the boat into a skyscraper, it'd be 2nd tallest building in New York just behind Empire State Building by few hundred feets!! Then the fireworks ensued to bid the ship good-bye as it rolls back to England. Britons, well done!!
I am stoic because I want to -- I have a picture of Dawn Staley walking off the basketball court while her players sobbed for losing a game in the NCAA Tournament. Dawn is a tough chick. Sometimes I move on with my life just like that. Call it a survival of the fittest, I guess.
Until then,
R-
I had been packing all my stuff back into the boxes once again. It seems to me that I kept on moving year after year. Can't I even stay in one place for five years? But I got a sense that this one will be a long time.
Last Saturday night, I went to my new place and dropped some of my stuff there. Then went to XL for few drinks (Few? Yeah, right, you liar, RT!). Once again, I stumbled into Corey, that irresistible charming fella at XL. I told him that in the last month, I already met four unavailable guys named Coreys. He was quicker to mention that he's not unavailable and that he broke up recently.
My general rule is not to date guys who works at gay bars/clubs because it is their job to make us feel loved and drain money out of us, really. Corey did give me the email address few months ago but I apparently lost it somewhere in my palace (Maybe I washed it along in my jeans?). God know, I get cards, notes and napkins from guys with their phone numbers and addresses here more than I did in DC. Don't ask me why. Sometimes I am not used to the idea that there are guys who liked me or find me attractive.
I know you, guys and gals. "There RT goes again, questioning his self-esteem!!" But I assured you guys, it is not. I am not used to the concept (Remember that overused word at Gallaudet?) that I am liked by some. That takes time to get used to that concept (There I go again!)
There was another guy at XL who conceptually (Again!) liked me and is from Honduras. Since he is from Honduras, it is obvious a latino dude. Why did I say that he liked me? He kept on rubbing my back and talked about my life and his life. He kept on asking a lot about me, so conceptually (Again, RT!!) he has to like me. Is it?
I left XL at 1230 AM in order to check the Fur Ball at the GLBT Center to check out the dance that is geared towards bears, cubs, chubs and its admirers. But it closed at 1 AM, not worth my time, energy or cash as well. I am trying to get rid of my belly -- will explain more about it in a bit. I left for my tiny palace right after that episode at the GLBT Center.
Yesterday, Chris and Shane (both are boyfriends) and I met at Excelsior Bar which is 3 blocks away. We drank and played cards. It was my first time to meet Shane after about 3 months. He seems to be happy to see me. Chris is cute as ever. Anyway, Shane asked me that since I am moving to East Village, he'd like to have a gym workout partner and he wanted me to be the one. I told him as soon as I finish everything up with moving, I am more than interested in being one with him.
Anything to win another Shane who lives in Ithaca. He's my type, oh well. I know I'm freaking him out already 'cuz I did not meet him yet. My ideal guy is normal, laid-back, scrawny, intelligent and homeboy where I can come home and say, "I'm home, honey!" just like the husband in that flick, "Pleasantville" -- except that my wife won't use the apron at all. He'll be himself and throw himself on me even if he's dirty. It'd be nice if it was Shane of Ithaca or someone else!
I am not feeling well today, which is why I babbled too much ... I am watching Maury Povich's Makeover Show. I noticed that lots of funny shows made fun of Maury's wife, Connie Chung. It appears that they made fun of her intelligence. Probably because they noticed that she's dweeb? I wondered. Yeah, I am sucker for Jerry Springer Show (Now in 13th season) -- it is sick, stupid and barbaric show but I always giggle or stare at it. When I am not feeling well, I like to watch Dragon Tales. It is charming, brief, uplifting story. I used to intern at PBS National Headquarters in DC. Lindsey Austin Samahon and Jennifer Sale made my experiences at PBS very, very positive.
Sometimes I'd like to be able to hear the sounds is James Earl Jones' voice. I heard that his voice is powerful. I dont care much for birds' twirping or anything like that but I am curious about Last Friday, I told Lorraine that sometimes I wish I am able to speak with my voice instead of my hands because when I am making out with a guy, I dont want my signs to interfere. I just want to mumble something. Oh, well. C'est la vie.
Cliff, I'm sorry about your cat. Did you get to talk with your former roommates about them having FIP? It really sucked.
And by the way, my posting to you few weeks ago were pretty harsh, I know. I am sorry if you felt it was mean. It's just that I felt nobody were on my side when I was trifled upon. Hope you understand what I meant by that.
Otherwise, Jerry Springer Show is on. I gotta throw some DayQuil in my body and nap a little. It's chilly, rainy and drab day. Oh, well.
Oh, one more thing ... Queen Mary 2 came to New York. Last night, I stood by the bridge overpass the Prospect Expressway, it has an open view of Manhattan Harbor. The ship is massive huge. That word "huge" is not big enough for that ship. It was reported that if you turned the boat into a skyscraper, it'd be 2nd tallest building in New York just behind Empire State Building by few hundred feets!! Then the fireworks ensued to bid the ship good-bye as it rolls back to England. Britons, well done!!
I am stoic because I want to -- I have a picture of Dawn Staley walking off the basketball court while her players sobbed for losing a game in the NCAA Tournament. Dawn is a tough chick. Sometimes I move on with my life just like that. Call it a survival of the fittest, I guess.
Until then,
R-
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