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About Peter Sanford Kahrmann

Writer, disability rights advocate, civil rights advocate.

KAHRMANN INTERVIEW: A BOOK ABOUT WORKING IN THE FIELD OF BRAIN INJURY

An Interview with brain injury survivor Peter S. Kahrmann regarding his plans to write a book about what it like to work in the field of brain injury for more than 13 years.

– Why now?
– Several reasons. I’ve been in this field for a while and have, I think, seen the best and the worst of it. Last year I learned I had a heart condition, which in itself might not end my life, but it certainly reminds me that none of us is here forever, and because I think the world of working with people who live with brain injuries is particularly vulnerable.
– In what way?
– Well, from a historical perspective, it’s a fairly new field, especially working with people with brain injuries, with disabilities who live in the community.
– That sounds as if there are some great opportunities.
– Absolutely true. And if people come into the field or are in the field to truly help survivors gain their maximum level of independence, it is a beautiful thing. And I know quite a few people, I mean really good people, who are in this field, this arena for honorable reasons.
– And, of course, there are others.
– You’ve got people in this field who are in it for nothing but the money. You’ve got others who are in it because they want the world to think they are these great and wonderful benefactors when they are anything but. You’ve got some who could give a rat’s ass about survivors and their families because they are just a means to an end.
– How so?
– Okay, let’s say I come up with a new medication that if it sells will make me a ton of money. Being seen as some cutting edge person and making the ton of money is what I really care about; all I want the survivors to do is take the med.
– Does that happen?
– I think it probably does, but what I’ve seen is something analogous to that.
– For example?
– I’ve seen some who think they and they alone have the answers and know better than anyone else who goes about inflicting their will on survivors, providers, and, when folks like these have too much power, especially power in high places, they can be hard to stop.
– You’ve worked in New York.
– Yes.
– New York has a brain injury waiver, the TBI waiver.
– Yes, and if you read it and its design, I think you be hard pressed to find a better one. The whole design of the waiver, which itself is a form of Medicaid reimbursement for providers who work with brain injury survivors in the community who are poor, or who have put there monies in a trust in order to get waiver services, is pretty special. It’s consumer based.
– What’s a consumer?
– Somewhere along the line, the decision was made to call survivors consumers.
– Like a consumer in a free market place.
– I suppose so. I don’t know any survivors who like the term, although I’m sure it’s well intended.
– What would survivors like yourself preferred to be called.
– People.
– …Hard to argue with that.
– That’s not what some would say.
– What do you mean?
– One of the common challenges faced by people with disabilities is dealing with people who treat us as if we are less smart, less valuable, even less human than other folks are. The whole issue at its core is very much a civil rights issue. Blacks, gays, lesbians, Latinos, Asians, the Irish, Italians, have all, at one time or another, been treated as if they were lower class, less than others. There are several poisons in the mix but one of the deadliest is that those who hold the reins to your ability to stay in the community wield a great deal of power. And some are more than willing to say, tow the line, do what you’re told, or out you go.
– That sounds vicious.
– It sounds vicious because it is vicious. Greed, the lust for power, money, are all poisonous in and of themselves. Lincoln once said, “Most men can handle adversity but if you want to test a man” or woman’s “character, give him power.” I’ve seen good people turn rotten and spoil because of it. Some don’t see it, and in their hearts believe they are doing the right thing for others, some see it, know it and are so messianic they don’t care. And then there are the wolves in sheep’s clothing.
– Really?
– Sure. They come across as nice, kind, caring people yet behind the scenes will stab people in the back without blinking an eye.
– Has that happened to you?
– Oh God yes, more than once.
– Is that why you are writing the book?
– No. It will certainly be part of the book, but no. I’m writing the book because I think I can. I want to write it honestly, with integrity, and with the sole purpose of telling the truth about my experience as best I can.
– Aren’t you angry at those that you say have stabbed you –
– And others –
– And others in the back?
– Sure. But it’s part of the journey. I try to teach people to be angry at the behavior, forgive the person. Hate the behavior, not the person. Hate the bigotry, don’t hate the bigot.
– That’s not easy.
– True. But it’s easier than walking around with hatred in your heart.
– Okay, Mr. Kahrmann. We need to pause here. We’ll continue this interview again soon.
– Great, talk with you then. And thank you.
– Thank you.

NEW YORKER’S REMNICK SHOULD RESIGN OR BE SENT PACKING

One of two things is true. New Yorker editor David Remnick knew the impact this weeks disgraceful New Yorker cover would have or the poor fellow is suffering from a cognitive disorder so severe it’s time he got some treatment and resigned.

I am inclined to believe the former of the two possibilities. In 2004, for the first time in its 80 year history, the New Yorker endorsed a presidential candidate. Now, it has an illustration on the cover showing presidential candidate Senator Barack Obama dressed in full Muslim garb, his wife, Michelle Obama, dressed in camouflage with an assault weapon. And both are standing in the Oval Office, doing a fist bump in front of a fireplace in which an American flag is burning and over which hangs a picture of Osama Bin Laden.

As the Washington Post’s former Moscow correspondent and the author of two books on Russia and the Soviet Union, Remnick’s claim that he had no idea there would be a negative reaction to the cover is, as far as I’m concerned, a flat out lie.

Remnick knows all too well the impact of propaganda. He knew perfectly well the impact the cover would have. That makes it clear to me the cover was published to have the exact destructive impact it’s having. It is a cover that feeds hatred and bigotry, period.

Remnick should apologize. Moreover, he should resign or be sent packing.

DON’T FORGET TO SAY I LOVE YOU

Don’t forget to say I love you. That is something events like the tragic crane collapse in Manhattan this week reminds us. Two young men, their lives rich with life, were killed: Donald Leo, a 30-year-old crane operator who was going to get married this June 21, and Ramadan Kurtaj, a 27-year-old émigré from Kosovo. The New York Times reports that in addition to fighting for his life in Kosovo, Kurtaj “worked long hours on water and sewer lines so that he could send money home to his parents.”

When I read these stories my body stills, tears wet my eyes, and my heart breaks for those close to the loss. I remember a poignant note sent by a former Yankee catcher to a Yankee manager the day 32-year-old Yankee captain Thurman Munson was buried. Munson was killed when a plane he was flying crashed in Canton, Ohio on August 2, 1979.

The first game the Yankees played after Munson’s death was in Yankee Stadium against the Baltimore Orioles. The Orioles catcher was Rick Dempsey, a former Yankee and back-up catcher for Munson. The Yankee manager was Billy Martin. Dempsey wrote a note to Martin. In it he told Martin that he, like so many, loved Thurman and he, like so many of us, didn’t always remember to tell people he loved that he loved them. And so, in this note, he told Martin that he loved him.

Life, with all its bumps and bruises, is a beautiful thing. Sometimes the bumps and bruises part can rent so much space in our heads that we forget to notice the beautiful things, the wonderous things, the people in our lives that we love and who love us. So next time you’re talking with someone you love, don’t forget to tell them. I don’t know about you, but I don’t think there is any such thing as telling someone you love them too many times. Have you ever asked anyone to stop telling you?

MEMO TO BILL CLINTON: SHUT-UP

Dear Bill,

Get over it and get help. Your whining and whimpering combined with your wife’s blatant displays of dishonesty and dishonor in her campaign are going to assure that history remembers her candidacy as a shameful thing, rather than the way it deserves to be remembered: a run for the presidency by a brilliant woman with a great deal to offer her country.

Does it not dawn on you both that her candidacy has done a good thing for this country? It has shown that a woman can run for president, be a real force in the process, and have a real chance of reaching the presidency.

So Bill, what are you doing? You’re actually running around whimpering that people are bullying the super delegates into voting for Obama? You actually said there was a vast left wing conspiracy looking to cover-up some untoward deed. You actually said, “Oh, this is so terrible: The people they want her. Oh, this is so terrible: She is winning the general election, and he is not. Oh my goodness, we have to cover this up.’”

All I can say is you must be one frightened little dude when you are on an airplane, what with the right wing conspiracy you complained about a few years back and the left wing conspiracy you say is afoot right now. Do you look back and forth at each wing when you are in a plane and tremble uncontrollably?

Here’s an idea. Why don’t you, Bill, put your country first, before you, before your wife, before any one person? See if you can’t borrow a bit of the extraordinary foresight of a Lincoln or Washington and understand how choices and actions now will affect this country in the future. Your wife’s candidacy sets a wonderful precedent for future American women and American men.

If you can’t develop this foresight, then, well, shut-up.

Sincerely,

Peter S. Kahrmann

REAL LOVE: AND SO IT GOES

I love the idea of long walks, of holding hands, of leaning on each others shoulder, in play, and in tenderness. I love the idea of sitting quietly together, listening to music, laughing in-the-belly-hard at some comedy routine, or holding each other close if one or the other or both have been wounded in life. I think two people ought to draw close, not apart, when the road gets rocky. All these things are so deep-in-the-heart-and-soul important to me when it comes to the question of real love. And if I can’t answer this question honestly when I ask it of myself, how can I possibly answer it if I am asked by a woman?

And so it goes.