Mike Ervin

Mike Ervin is a writer and disability rights activist living in Chicago. He blogs at Smart Ass Cripple"expressing pain through sarcasm since 2010."

Nobody would’ve believed that a character like him could ever exist.


Mike Pence speaking at CPAC 2015 in Washington, DC. Photo by Gage Skidmore

You know that famous quote by Frederick Douglass: “Power concedes nothing without a demand”? Well, I don’t know if that statement necessarily applies anymore.

Scalia’s successor needs to be someone who understands, much more than he did, that disability rights are civil rights.


Research shows that people with psychiatric disabilities are no more likely than anyone else to commit acts of violence.

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As a person with muscular dystrophy, I’m relieved to know that this will be the first Labor Day weekend of my adult life without a muscular dystrophy telethon.

The Muscular Dystrophy Association announced in May that for the first time since 1966, it will not organize a telethon to raise money. Comedian Jerry Lewis hosted the telethon for more than 40 years, and the show had attained such a status that it was once broadcast for 21 1/2 consecutive hours from coast to coast.


Wheelchair ramp in front of modern log-cabin house

April is Fair Housing Month--and the Fair Housing Amendments Act has improved housing opportunities for people with disabilities.


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Memories of Hiroshima, from the November 1984 issue of The Progressive Magazine.

What kind of rules of engagement would she support for U.S. forces in the “War on Terror?”

Bernie's been our Cassandra, warning us about things to come, and people weren't listening to him.

By Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more 
of everything ready made. Be afraid 
to know your neighbors and to die.
And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery 
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card 
and shut away in a little drawer.
When they want you to buy something 
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know. 
So, friends, every day do something
that won’t compute. Love the Lord. 
Love the world. Work for nothing. 
Take all that you have and be poor.
Love someone who does not deserve it. 
Denounce the government and embrace 
the flag. Hope to live in that free 
republic for which it stands. 
Give your approval to all you cannot
understand. Praise ignorance, for what man 
has not encountered he has not destroyed.
Ask the questions that have no answers. 
Invest in the millennium. Plant sequoias.
Say that your main crop is the forest
that you did not plant,
that you will not live to harvest.

Say that the leaves are harvested 
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit. Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus 
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion—put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come. 
Expect the end of the world. Laugh. 
Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful
though you have considered all the facts. 
So long as women do not go cheap 
for power, please women more than men.
Ask yourself: Will this satisfy 
a woman satisfied to bear a child?
Will this disturb the sleep 
of a woman near to giving birth? 
Go with your love to the fields.
Lie easy in the shade. Rest your head 
in her lap. Swear allegiance 
to what is nighest your thoughts.
As soon as the generals and the politicos 
can predict the motions of your mind, 
lose it. Leave it as a sign 
to mark the false trail, the way 
you didn’t go. Be like the fox 
who makes more tracks than necessary, 
some in the wrong direction.
Practice resurrection.

Wendell Berry is a poet, farmer, and environmentalist in Kentucky. This poem, first published in 1973, is reprinted by permission of the author and appears in his “New Collected Poems” (Counterpoint).

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