Feeney Era Ends

Timothy J. Feeney’s reign over the New York Traumatic Brain Injury Waiver has likely come to an end.

Sources say the New York State Department of Health has chosen not to seek proposals for the contract now held, for all intents and purposes, by Timothy J. Feeney. If correct, Mr. Feeney’s contractual relationship with the DOH, which made him the director of a project that was arguably the most powerful influence over the implementation of New York’s Traumatic Brain Injury Waiver, ended on September 30.

While the Feeney era may be over now, there is concern the DOH will send out requests for proposals and the company awarded the contract will turn around and hire Mr. Feeney. This advocate would urge the DOH to send out a request for proposals because Waiver Providers and those receiving services from these providers deserve a highly trained team of experts to turn to for support and guidance. However, this time I would urge the DOH to set a higher bar in its proposal request and make sure that those involved in the project are truly qualified and represent the spectrum of experience best equipped for the job: neuropsychologists, family members, survivors and so on.

For 15 years Mr. Feeney misrepresented his credentials to brain injury survivors, their families and waiver providers. He claimed he had a masters then a PHD  when, in fact, he had neither. In print publications and on the net he falsely refers to himself as Dr. Feeney or Timothy J. Feeney, PhD.  His “degrees” were issued by Greenwich University, a diploma mill that was located in Hawaii and California in the 1990s before moving its operation to Norfolk Island off the coast of Australia in 1998. Greenwich University, not to be confused with the prestigious University of Greenwich in England, graces numerous diploma mill lists on the net. It closed its doors in 2003.

However, even though his false credentials have been thoroughly exposed and documented, it appears shame and conscience have little impact in Mr. Feeney’s decision making. Last week I gave a speech for St. Lawrence NYSARC in Canton, New York (NYSARC, by the way, is one of the shining stars in healthcare from where I sit). My speech was in the morning. Mr. Feeney gave a speech that afternoon. When I opened the program I saw it;  he was listed as Timothy J. Feeney PhD and, in several places was referenced as Dr. Feeney. Some people never learn.

Last week I received two letters pertaining to this situation. One came from the Office of the Medicaid Inspector General. They have referred the Feeney matter to Dr. Richard Daines, the New York State Health Commissioner, for investigation. The second was from New York State Attorney General Andrew Cuomo’s office. They too are carefully considering the matter.

And the beat goes on.

Memo on Disability & Civil Rights

Some say the lack of equal rights for people with disabilities is not a civil rights issue.  Not seeing the lack of equal rights as a civil rights issue is like getting caught in the rain and claiming your predicament has nothing to do with the weather. It is a civil rights issue, very much so. Anytime anyone is being denied equal rights it is a civil rights issue, and I would gladly debate this publicly with all comers as long as the debate is on the record.

While I can’t define the all of what drives this misguided view, some of it is no doubt rooted in the centuries-old belief that a person with a disability is merely an abbreviation of a human being, not the real thing. In fact, the real disability rests in the hearts and minds of those who are unable to  see that the humanity in someone with a disability is whole. Managing this disability is one of the major challenges facing a movement that from here on out I will no longer refer to as The Disability Rights Movement. Instead, I will unfurl the banner to its full length and call it what it truly is, The Disability Civil Rights Movement.

I am urging everyone to grow the phrase on the banner from disability rights to disability civil rights and to do so as soon as soon as possible. After all, if the task is to help others discover people with disabilities are whole people, the least we can do is let them see the whole banner.

Little Boy Watching

This little boy watching is my heart’s strongest beat. Always there, dark-eyed warm-pensive, he joins me watching the shifting movements of change and time. On this cool first October night we sit together, the long road we’ve travelled stretching out behind us as we face a new bend in the road; the day our father never met. His tears and mine mark this moment as true. Our hands clasped tight, and the clock ticks on.

This little boy smiling knows me well as I know him. Into the sunlight now he comes, chin rising, eyes strong, words crisp clear with autumn clarity, the glow of life in his cheeks, a ray of hope like a brand new friend in his heart. I watch him smiling, knowing his freedom grows with each passing day, that his father loved him a universe, and I do too. We three are now one.