Maybe If You’re a “Cripple” Who Doesn’t Need a Lot of Help and You Can Play Ball, Like Shaquem Griffin, Than Maybe the University of Central Florida Will Treat You Like a Human, But That’s Not Their History When It Comes to Anyone Else With a Disability! But Maybe That’s Why the “Three Headed Bigot” From Detroit, George Norry, Loves Them So Much…”You see George, the Palestinians only need to learn to share in our Israeli prosperity (and clean our toilets, like good little n….rs, and only take our Florida “pharmajewticals”)!

One evening, while sitting in my dorm room on a Friday night at UCF an uninvited quad Leader walked into my room and ordered me to put out my marijuana cigarette. I was sitting by the window and I knew she was unable to see me until she walked into the room.

So, since I knew, or felt, it was an illegal search, since she didn’t knock, and since I had several qualifying conditions that forced me to make this choice between these two perceived evils, as politely as possible, I refused.

So then, these mostly Jewish bigots, who run that university too, decided to throw me out of the dorm.

This was a death sentence, as far as my education goes, since there were no sidewalks anywhere off campus, and from time-to-time actual gators with wander around the neighborhood. So this dirty little dean and a handful of specially picked righteous students from south Florida kicked me out of the dorms. Even though they knew I would not be able to safely travel to and from campus because I barely had shadow vision at that time… But it didn’t matter, since I didn’t play ball and had no wealthy relatives to build a library.

I have known several people who were in, or had been in, the ROTC, so I think it’s a good program. I wouldn’t want to claim that all ROTC programs are similar to the one at UCF, but here’s my story.

Shortly after I came to UCF, I would run a few miles around the school track every morning, real early, It was located near my dorm, so I took advantage of the opportunity,. I did this usually some time around dawn. the only ones ever out there that early was me and the ROTC students.

Then one morning, and it didn’t seem like an accident, some knucklehead from the ROTC group, who I suspect often saw me taking a little puff before I would run. deliberately park his (or her) motorcycle in the first lane of the track wher I was running (maybe to get that “pot head”, and be the good soldier!).

Needless to say, on the next lap around I ran face first into his bike and cut myself up pretty good. And not one of these bastards came over to see if I ws okay. Hmmm… so at least the MMJ came in handy that day–

Oh, I did get up and finish the lap., But never came back.

So, when UCF kicked me out of the dorm for using medical marijuana, and when the ROTC creeps from UCF tried to break my leg, my feelings about that school changed significantly, In fact, It makes me feel a little sick to my stomach to hear the media (and the sports talk morons) say how wonderful this institution is for helping a football player with a disability,

For example, while I worked in the cafaeteria, the school quarterback, Dana Thyson, used to sometimes walk around with a broom in his hand. A coule friends from Indiana who worked with me used to joke about how Thyson would have all these hours on his time card, even though he hardly ever was around pretending to “work”…

Not that this is all that unusual, and most disabled students who need a significant amount of accommodations know this, but the lady who ran the disability office at the University of Central Florida was a complete FREAK! Right out of that Kathy Bates movie, “Misery”, about the nutty woman who “accidentally” finds her favorite author crashed in the snow. Or at least, she always acted that crazy around me…

When I was 23-years-old, I decided to transfer to UCF. Except, I also decided to no longer use a white cane, and depend entirely on my shadow vision to get around. There is usually an automatic response that almost all Americans have when they speak to a person who is holding a white cane, and almost every blind person has felt this sudtle discrimnation and knows exactly what I mean. So, despite the protection it provided, I struggled with this delimma.

I had been using a white cane for the last couple years, almost everywhere I went. So I really did need a compedent disability office to support my plan, but I got the exact opposite (since I couldn’t play ball). As usual, I usually got women who only wanted one of two things from me — Either to sleep with me, because I was a man, or completely ignore me and my accommodations, because I was a man. There was almost never anything offered between these two situations, because almost all disability services in America are controlled by women, who are mostly able-bodied. Then they go around calling this “equity”. Then next, they set up an “Office of Equity”, that doesn’t serve straight, white-looking men with disabilities. Or at least they don’t here in Portland, Oregon…

so, a couple days after I arrived in Orlando that summer, she offered to take me to get some dinner when she got off work since the cafeteria was closed and there were no restaurants within walking distance. It really was a complete commuter school back then.

When I got in her car I noticed it was really hot. So after we pulled away I waited for a few minutes to see if she would turn on the air conditioning. It had to be about ninety degrees outside. But when she didn’t turn on the air I took upon myself to roll down the window. Then she screams at me, telling me not to!

And why, you ask? Well, she said ‘it was going to mess up her hair!’

Knowing the power these “people” have over our lives, I did what she asked and rolled the window back up. Since I was now a prisoner in her car and couldn’t get back to the dorm by myself even if I had wanted to–

So, rather than sitting down somewhere and enjoying a hot meal in the fine city of Orlando, and giving me a chance to pick her brain about my new environment, she took me through a drive through and then quickly dropped me back off at the dorm.

When I mentioned all of this to another disabled student, I remember they laughed, and said something like, ‘Her hair is so short you couldn’t mess it up with a leaf blower’. I remember this comparison because someone was near us, using a leaf blower at the time.

This is why I wanted to make sure the record was set straight about Orlando’s University of Central Florida (ironically, the home of my sick friends from Disney), and make sure history knew that this is not how “they” normally treat people with disabilities, unless they can get something out of you, like Shaquem Griffin…who is obviously, a great athlete, who happens to have an impairment!

(Last updated: March 19, 2018)

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