PARKING THAT BLOCKS THE SIDEWALK IS MORE THAN AN INCONVENIENCE

IT PUSHES DISABLED PEOPLE AND PEDESTRIANS INTO TRAFFIC

MIAMI TRAFFIC, EVEN ON A SIDE STREET, CAN EQUAL A DEATH SENTENCE

Blocking sidewalks is a serious matter.

This is Andrew Loretta, a beloved father of 2 children.

He was killed in a hit-and-run crash while jogging in the street in Shenandoah a year ago.

People run and walk in the street when sidewalks are broken, missing or obstructed.

Cars frequently block the sidewalk on the south side of historic William Jennings Bryan Park in the Shenandoah section of Miami.

This destroys wheelchair access and safe pedestrian mobility.

Violators MUST be ticketed and towed.

But 99% of Miami police walk around pleading with people to move.

This inspires lawbreaking.

Heavy fines and towing would stop illegal sidewalk parking.

Those who block the sidewalk with their cars are a prime example of selfish, dangerous Car Brain.

I point out the danger to people with disabilities.

They say "I have nowhere else to park."

Mind you, most violators are driving less than 10 blocks--a distance they could walk.

Deplorable.

DISABILITIES, BAD ATTITUDES...

...AND MENTAL FLIGHTS OF FANCY

By Heidi Johnson-Wright/The EarthBound Tomboy

I try to live my life by a few simple maxims:

“Strive for balance in all things.”

“Never eat more than you can lift.”

“The only disability in life is a bad attitude.”

It took me years to see the wisdom in that last one. I mean, severe pain and joint damage of rheumatoid arthritis – my particular challenge – are pretty darn dramatic. Having shoulders, hips and knees severed from me and new ones bolted in have proven to be a bit of a distraction.

But I think I’ve finally seen the light and rehabilitated my attitude.

Now when I go to a new restaurant and all of the tables are high with bar stools, I focus on my attitude. Even though I spend the meal staring into my companions’ knees, I mentally try to levitate. That doesn’t actually allow me to socialize with my friends or even hear much of the conversation, but it cleans out all of the “badness” in my mind.

My rehabilitation also comes in handy when I’m traveling and need to catch a taxi. Whether I attempt a street hail or try to schedule a ride by phone, getting a wheelchair-accessible taxi is next to impossible. But that’s OK. Although my trip then requires numerous buses and is four times longer than a cab ride, I’m zipping along through traffic – only in my mind, of course.

If I stay in a hotel or at a relative’s home and there’s no wheelchair-accessible roll-in shower, no problem. As I take my sponge bath at the sink, I imagine myself under a luxurious rain-style shower head. Ah, the lovely flowing water…

You see, I’ve come to realize that being marginalized from society happens not because humankind continues to build restaurants, malls, theaters, offices, transportation and housing with physical barriers. Oh, no. The problem lies within the mind of each and every person with a disability. Fix the attitude and you’ve fixed the problem.

Excuse me -- must run. I need to adjust my attitude up a flight of stairs now.

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THE VIEW FROM THE BACK OF THE TROLLEY

ISOLATIONIST POLITICS

By Heidi Johnson-Wright

Trolleys are making a comeback. Not the trolleys on tracks like you see in old black and white photos of American cities from the early 20th century. You know, the ones bought up by the American car companies after World War II in order to increase dependency on the automobile.

 

No, I'm talking about small circulator buses designed to look like classic trolleys, right down to the uncomfortable wooden bench seats. They make frequent stops along short routes to give folks more transportation options. 

I'm all for options, as many as possible. Choice is good. But if you're a wheelchair user and you want to hop the sort of trolley I'm referring to, well, your options are fewer. As in, only one. There's only one spot onboard where you can sit, and that's at the back. Behind the last row of seats. And it gets worse. 

You see, I thought that 25 years after the passage of the ADA, we had worked out some of the issues. It appeared that newer buses were being designed to let people in chairs board in front via a ramp. And the driver could easily deploy the ramp at the touch of a switch without having to exit the bus. This is not true for the new trolleys.   

No, the trolleys require the driver to exit the vehicle, manually open a rear door, deploy a lift (not a ramp that remains stationary while you're on it), get the chair user on the lift, raise the lift up, manually close the rear door, board the trolley, walk all the way to the back, tie down your wheelchair, then return to his/her seat. All while your fellow passengers look at their watches and sigh.

But it doesn't end there. Once the trolley starts up again and hits the first small bump or pothole, you realize that the wheelchair seating is located behind the trolley's rear wheels. You know, the bounciest part of the vehicle: the spot that whips riders up and down. And on hot days -- and we have a lot of them in Miami -- the rear A/C unit mounted on the ceiling drips, drips, drips big drops of unpotable water down onto the wheelchair-using trolley rider.

After taking a ride on one of these trolleys, I wasn't sure which part of the ride motivated me the most to never want to ride one again. Was it the discomfort I felt at inconveniencing the driver or delaying my fellow passengers? Was it the slight vertigo from riding on a lift instead of a stationary ramp? Was it the big wet spot on my dry-clean only dress, courtesy of the A/C unit? Was it the bouncing that imperiled my tail bone?

No, it wasn't these things. It was sitting dead last behind everyone else onboard. Not because I think I'm better than anyone and should sit up front. But because of the way it made me isolated. And those of us who are disabled already get a bellyful of isolation, day in, day out.

Invitations to the homes of friends and family that have to be turned down because houses are rarely built without steps. Entering buildings at the side or the rear because even newly built facilities often have steps at the main entrance. Sitting in the "special wheelchair section" behind the last row of seating at a concert. Happy hours spent sitting three feet below and out of earshot of your friends because all of the seating at the bar is on stools at raised tables. And on and on...

A quarter century has passed since George H.W. Bush signed the ADA. Yet society still insists on constructing minimally inclusive, isolating built environments. On denying that disability is part and parcel of the human experience. On looking the other way when the largest minority group is told -- in so many words -- to either pass as non-disabled, or go sit in the corner.

It's time to come out of the corner and plant ourselves in the middle of the room.

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