Skip to main content

The Value of Human Life

 


The thing I should be writing about today is this, and it is breaking me. 

Howard County officers cleared in fatal shooting of man with autism, Lillian Reed, Baltimore Banner 

About twenty per cent of US residents identify as neurodivergent. That includes those who are autistic. Neurodivergence means that your brain operates differently. Different than what? Ahh…that’s the thing.

It’s all about being different than established norms. What makes the world more disabling for neurodivergent people is the insistence that there is only one way, the neurotypical way, and anyone else is different. Wrong. A problem. 

If our goal was to accommodate everyone, autism and other neurodivergent conditions would be far less disabling. It is the lack of awareness of this and the resulting lack of accommodation which creates disabling attitudes and situations daily. 

It’s not about some people getting something extra. The fact is our world accommodates people with neurotypical brains. If you are neurotypical you are getting the something extra all the time. The world is set up the way your brain needs it to be.

Our goal could be to accommodate everyone* according to their particular needs. We chose not to do that. So, what does that mean?

If you are neurodivergent: 

  • your education will be compromised
  • your ability to find challenging and meaningful work will be compromised
  • your ability to succeed and be financially independent is compromised, 
  • your safety in situations where you encounter law enforcement is compromised

This is the story of why Alex Lamoire, autistic, living independently in a community built to foster neurodivergent residents, was shot by three Howard County Police officers while he was experiencing a mental health crisis.

Lamoire did not behave the way their neurotypical brains told them he should. So they shot him. They were not neutralizing danger. They were neutralizing a variable that they were unprepared to handle.

We can require workplace training in blood borne pathogens, first aid and CPR, but we don’t require comprehensive training in how to work with neurodivergent humans? Why not? There should be training and it should be rigorous and ongoing. 

This is not the time to say that it’s tragic and “oh, that’s too bad but it was unavoidable.” 

This was absolutely preventable. By not holding these officers accountable we are saying that to be autistic is to be so unimportant that your life is not worth valuing and protecting. 

When members of the police force respond to a scene like the one at Patuxent Commons, they should have had so much training that they were prepared to do the things that will truly make that situation safe. Clearly they had not. 

When I first wrote about this in April, I concluded:

The police department must be trained and supported and evaluated and held legally responsible for serving all members of the community. Fact: humans come in a variety of manifestations. All are equally valuable. If our police do not acknowledge that and act accordingly they are not fulfilling their mission.

Autistic residents in Howard County and parents with autistic children look at this ruling and know exactly what it says: if you do not behave in a manner that makes sense to a neurotypical police officer, they can kill you.


Village Green/Town² Comments


*I am aware that neurodivergence is not the only way that the majority assumes power over those deemed the minority. This post deals specifically with autistic and other neurodivergent people. 

Comments

  1. Please do not submit comments here. This function will be disabled shortly. Use the link above instead. Thanks!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Teacher Gifts

Today is the last day of school before the Winter Break. It’s a good time to remember the far-reaching nature of our public school system. You may not have children. You may have sent your children to independent schools. It matters not. You will be impacted one way or another. Yesterday I read a long thread on Facebook about several waves of illness in the schools right now. There’s influenza A and norovirus, I believe. And of course there’s COVID. Apparently in some individual schools the rate of illness is high enough for school admin to notify parents.  When I was little the acceptable holiday gift for a teacher was one of those lovely floral handkerchief squares. (I don’t know what it was for male teachers. They were rare in my elementary years.) These days the range of teacher gifts is wider and I have fond memories of Target gift cards which I have written about before. I think it’s safe to say that giving one’s teacher Influenza, norovirus, or COVID is not the ideal holiday...

They Can Wait

This is not a typical Saturday post. That’s because, in my community, it’s not a typical Saturday.  Oakland Mills High School, after years of deferred repair, needs massive renovation. It’s pretty simple: when you don’t fix a problem it gets bigger. The school system itself said the the OMHS school building was  "no longer conducive to learning" back in 2018.  2018 .  But Thursday the Boad of Education voted to push it out of the lineup of important projects which will be given the go-ahead to proceed soonest.  In my opinion it’s a terrible decision and sets a dangerous precedent. To explain, here’s the advocacy letter I sent in support of Oakland Mills High School. I was rather proud of it. I am writing to ask you to proceed with needed renovation at Oakland Mills High School in the most timely and comprehensive manner humanly possible. I have read the letter sent to you by the Oakland Mills Community Association and I am in complete agreement. You are extremel...

Columbia Chance Connection

  Last night, as my husband and I were about to sit down to dinner, our front door swung open and a cheery voice announced, “I’m ba—ack!”  We weren’t expecting anyone. Clearly the only people who’d walk right in to our house would be one of our offspring. I had my reading glasses on so I wasn’t seeing too clearly. It seemed too tall for our youngest, but we knew our eldest was at work. I took off my glasses to see a friendly but confused face scanning our living room. When her gaze landed on us we all had a sudden realization. We didn’t know eachother. “Oh I’m so sorry! I’m in the wrong house! My daughter just moved in and she needed hooks for the kitchen so I ran out to get them.” She waved the package. “All these houses look the same and I don’t know the neighborhood yet. I thought this was my daughter’s house.” We were all getting a bit giggly. “That’s okay. For a quick second we thought you were our daughter,” said my husband. I told her our names and said she should defin...