Prince Georges County Police found my car yesterday, in Hyattsville, on the side of a road outside an abandoned waste lot or some such nonesense. Total damage to the car: broken window, ruined ignition, and — drum roll please — missing handicapped parking tags.
They took my goddamn gimp tags.
The police, my boyfriend, my family, they do not understand what this means. \”Oh, someone took your tags so they could go commit crimes with them. The perpetrators will never be found.\” Someone needed my crip-badges of membership in order to do this, with all the other cars in the lot with tags? My car was parked under a light, directly in front of the building. If they had wanted any old tags, it would have been easier and safer for them to move a little down the road where no one can see the cars. But no, they targeted my handicap. There are other handicapped tagged cars in the lot, all of which are big SUVs. My car is a tiny little sedan. And as one person pointed out, \”You\’re the only crippled white girl in this section of the ghetto. In fact, the only other white girl here is your housemate, and she does not have a car.\” Triple whammy, the sole gimpy white girl with the new car in lower income housing. But that part does not disturb me (okay, maybe 1%) the way the fact that they specifically went after handicapped tags does. People who have those tags legally need the bloody things, dammit! Not being able to cross a parking lot is not a joke. Yeah, fine, sure, take my car when you could have any car, but take it for the tags? The fucking tags? Motherfucker.
I feel like I am letting them (whoever they are) win by moving out. Goddamit. God>em>dammit I am angry. As if it were not cemented enough already, this has sealed the deal: I definitely want to work for disability rights, awareness, activism, etc.
Want to write about Maude\’s daughters reaction to my having been so ill lately that he has had to lift me in and out of the bath, but there\’s no time. Suffice to say that she has been amazing. If I wanted to have kids, I would want to have her. I am going to miss her so much when she leaves in two weeks. Who would have thought, after the way I was dreading this month?
Gotta go get run over by a bus now. More later. Tonight I am being force fed sushi again for the kid\’s birthday. Shiver and shudder me timbers.
\”Little girl, now find yourself a new apartment\” – \”A\” last night
