You know, even when I vehemently disagree with people whose opinions I find disgusting, abhorrent or even utterly unacceptable, I don't engage in unfair attacks.
Because the LAST thing I want to do is convey, especially to bigots, that it's okay to be racist, sexist, fatphobic, transphobic, homophobic, ablist, or a host of other unacceptable prejudices, just because I don't like someone.
It's never okay, under any circumstances. Ever.
That said, please be warned that this link/story may be very, very triggering.
My heart is just fucking broken, people. And the next person that uses fat as an insult is going to have a serious goddam issue with me and my BIG FAT MOUTH.
http://shakespearessister.blogspot.com/2009/05/apparently-we-forfeit-our-right-to.html One of things I notice most, while living as a fat girl, is how often I am invisible until people want to express their disgust (or pity) or marvel at how ____________ I am (for a fat chick, of course). That blank has been filled by all sorts of adjectives during my life--smart, happy, well-dressed, pretty. But backhanded compliments like that are the flipside of the expressions of disgust/pity. Both are rooted in my perceived lack of self-respect. How can I have any respect for myself if I've "let myself get like this?" And, more importantly, how can I expect anyone else to have respect for me?
I witness disrespect expressed towards fat people in this life almost daily. For me, the cost of living under and resisting the disrespect, the disgust, the dehumanization is so high sometimes.
Especially when I realize the hatefulness follows us
after death.
Teresa Smith died Tuesday in Indianapolis. Because she was a large woman, the police and the coroner did not feel the need to treat her with respect.The Marion County Coroner's Office has come under fire after it was revealed that an obese woman was dragged from her home and hauled away on a trailer in front of family members following her death.
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[T]he deputy coroner made the decision to call a towing service to remove the body from the home.
"We debated for quite a while about how we were going to get her out of there and so we finally decided, since we didn't have a van that was large enough to carry her, it was decided between (the police) department and the coroner's office to use (the truck)," said Detective Marcus Kennedy.
Smith's boyfriend and the couple's 13-year-old son, along with several neighbors, watched as Smith's body, still on her mattress, was dragged across the courtyard of the apartment complex, strapped down on the wrecker and covered with a piece of carpet.
Lest you have sympathy for the supposed dilemma faced by the police department and the coroner's office:Former Chief Deputy Coroner John Linehan said he was shocked and dismayed that appropriate steps weren't taken to remove the woman from her home.
He said that fire and medical personnel have equipment available for handling patients up to 1,000 pounds and that moving obese individuals is not all that rare of an occurrence.
"When they scoop up dead dogs off of the street they don't treat them that way," he said. "It's just not the way to treat a human being."
But therein lies the rub, Mr. Linehan! She forfeited her humanity because she was fat.
I usually avoid comment sections at most places, but because I thought I knew how these would be, I peeked. I don't advise you to. One commenter argued that she forfeited her right to respect because, obviously, she did not have self-respect. Another opined that her boyfriend was there just for rent. There is so much embedded in that supposed-to-be-funny statement: How could he find a fat woman attractive? How could he have sex with her? How could he love her?
That last assumption brought me back to one of her neighbors' comments about the dirty carpet slung across her body: "I would have never let them throw that on my loved one."
It would not surprise me one bit if officials from the police department and the coroner's office treated Teresa Smith this way, in part, because they could not fathom that she was someone's loved one.
H/T to my cousin, Tren, via e-mail and to
Laurie.