Footage from the Kanye West Wheelchair controversy that the media is going around saying that he is forcing cripples to stand in his shows….
As you can see here it is complete bullshit…and the media is trying to control you just like what Kanye has been trying to tell everyone over the last year.
Please spread this video around tumblr. Lets give Kanye a good name.
I’m an aid for a special needs student. He’s 11 years old.
Today I experienced my first incident with bullying with him.
We’re at the library, where we go every day. (We’ll call him Kid for the sake of me being employed by the state and his privacy or what have you.) Kid normally sits on the ground and reads Pokemon or Garfield comics, or he’s on the computer playing angry birds online.
Today, the library is crowded. Unusually crowded for a Wednesday afternoon. All of the computers are full. This always makes me a little anxious, just due to the fact that Kid likes to make his own dialogue for the angry birds as they’re hurled into wooden structures and the pigs as they are crushed. As I said, the computers are full of kids. This boy, who is sitting right next to Kid, is very obviously not pleased with Kid’s outward commentary. Now, I understand that Kid does not get special privileges because he has a learning disability. I believe he should be treated like all other children, in every situation. That being said, I do my best to urge Kid to try and keep his commentary to a whisper, due to the fact that we are at a Library, which is a place to be quiet. This boy next to Kid starts making comments under his breath. Kid seemingly doesn’t hear these comments, but I do. Then, out of nowhere, this boy exclaims, “Dude, will you SHUT UP?!”
Now, I think I have a pretty good lid on this noggin of mine. I’m an adult, so I should act like one. I also know that I need to set an example for Kid. Of course, my first instinct was to flip that fucking table and tell that little ass toad to eat shit, but I quickly reevaluated my strategy, obviously.
Kid was confused. He asked, “Why would you say that? That’s a bad word.” I decided to hang back for a second to see if Kid could diffuse the situation himself. The boy replied, “What’s a bad word? Shut up? Seriously? Is crap a bad word, too?” Obviously, quite annoyed. I’m over here with my blood boiling and Kid is calm as a cucumber. “Yes,” Kid replied, “it is a bad word. My mom says that if it’s a word you wouldn’t say in front of your Principal, then it’s a bad word. They’re also mean words that hurt people’s feelings. If something I’m doing is bothering you, you can ask me politely to stop. Thank you.” (Ps I’m not making this shit up, this just happened like 5 minutes ago, forreal.) You guys, cut to me in this purple, comfy library chair with my jaw on the floor. This boy didn’t even know what to do with himself. He sat quiet for a minute and then shook his head to himself. Then, sheepishly, the boy asked, “Can you please not talk out loud. I’m trying to do my homework.” Kid smiled and nodded, “Yes, and I’m sorry for distracting you. I just love Angry Birds.”
You guys, I’m like beaming with pride right now. Obviously, I would have stepped in if Kid hadn’t held the situation down himself, but holy guacamole, I’m so glad I didn’t jump up and become She Hulk on this middle schooler.
Moral of the story: I always think that I’m here to help him learn. Some people might even think that my job is easy, that I just fart around and hang out with this kid for 2 hours every day. What you don’t know is that Kid has taught me more than I could ever imagine teaching him. He didn’t cry (which would have been totally understandable and okay if he did, mind you.) He didn’t yell. He just shut that shit down.
Hot damn, I’m so proud of him right now I could just cry.