Nike's 'Zoom Soldier 8' Shoe Is for People With Disabilities


Nike’s new shoes are making headlines for more than just their flashy looks. The company’s latest footwear, the Zoom Soldier 8, is designed for people with disabilities.

The Zoom Soldier 8 story began back in 2012, when Matthew Walzer, a 16-year-old who lives with cerebral palsy, wrote a letter to Nike asking the company to consider developing a shoe designed for people who have trouble tying shoelaces.

“My dream is to go to the college of my choice without having to worry about someone coming to tie my shoes every day,” he wrote, according to Nike. “As a teenager who is striving to become totally self-sufficient, I find this extremely frustrating and, at times, embarrassing.”

The letter made it into the right hands. When Tobie Hatfield, a Nike shoe designer, read Matthew’s request, he immediately got to work developing a prototype for a shoe Matthew and other people with disabilities could wear comfortably.

“When we say, ‘If you have a body, you’re an athlete,’ that means everybody,” Hatfield says in the video below.

Instead of laces, the Zoom Soldier 8 features Flyease technology, a type of zipper that goes around the heel of the shoe. This makes it easier for people with limited hand function to easily pull the shoes on and off with one hand. The new design includes the same ankle support as Lebron James’s footwear (James is Matthew’s favorite basketball player).

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Check out the video below to hear more about Nike’s latest shoe and the story behind it.

The Zoom Soldier 8 sneakers will be available for purchase on July 16.

Photos from Nike Flyease press images.

h/t Tech Times

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This Is What New York City's First Disability Pride Parade Looked Like


On Sunday, July 12, nearly 3,000 people marched, wheeled and rode through the streets of New York City to celebrate the city’s first annual Disability Pride Parade.

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The parade honored the 25th anniversary of the Americans With Disabilities Act, which ensured civil rights protections to individuals with disabilities. Hundreds gathered near a stage in Madison Square Park to hear from speakers, including former U.S. Senator Tom Harkin, who sponsored the Americans with Disabilities Act and served as the parade’s Grand Marshal, and New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio.

“We will roll and ride and walk together for a more just New York City,” de Blasio announced just before the parade began.

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Also in attendance was hip-hop duo 4 Wheel City, a group made up of Namel “Tapwaterz” Norris and Ricardo “Rickfire” Velasquez. Both hip-hop artists are in wheelchairs due to gun violence and use their music to advocate for people with disabilities.

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“It’s really a celebration,” Anomie Fatale, who attended the parade from Philidelphia, told The Mighty. “It’s one of the few times you get to see the community as a whole. We’re all split up in our everyday lives, but we get to come together and you can really feel like it’s not just your struggle, it’s everyone’s. You feel part of the bigger picture. We’re celebrating unity.”

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Andrea Dalzell, Ms. Wheelchair New York, led the parade down Broadway from Madison Square Park to Union Square, next to Victor Calise, commissioner of the Mayor’s Office for People with Disabilities.

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The day was a glimpse into a better and attainable future, one where all portable restrooms are wheelchair-accessible, public performances and speeches come with sign language translators for the deaf, and people everywhere celebrate and embrace the differences among us.

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When an Old Flyer Reminded Me How Far We’ve Come With the ‘R’ Word


Long ago (long, long ago) when I was 12 or 13, my friend, Sue, and I participated in a Bike-A-Thon. We met up with a couple of friends, Joe and Ron, who were also participating. I remember it being a lot of fun, with the exception of Susan smashing into and ruining Ron’s bike gears. We had so much fun that we went around the route twice (much to the dismay of the people who pledged by the mile — I was young; this did not occur to me at the time).

For years afterward, I tried to remember what this Bike-A-Thon was for. What cause were we supporting? No one I asked could remember either.

As an adult, when I think back on it, yes we had fun, but I’m horrified this organization thought it was OK for a bunch of 12- and 13-year-olds to ride their bikes down these very busy main roads. It wasn’t like it is today; roads weren’t closed or even sections roped off. We were on our own on these busy main roads, most with no sidewalks or shoulders, until we came upon a check point. But this is the way it was. We didn’t think a thing about it back then.

Well, Susan was cleaning out her mother’s attic a week or two ago and found the actual map of the course we took on this Bike-A-Thon, and on it was the name of the Bike-A-Thon.

Backing up for just a minute. This morning I read an article that had the R-word in its title. It was a good article and I wanted to share it (I eventually did), but I was so apprehensive about the R-word in the title. It needed to be there, it really did, but I’m so uncomfortable with it that I really thought a lot about it before sharing it. (If you have a moment, please read it here. It’s worth the time.)

Having said that, below is the map my friend found. She was just as apprehensive about sending it to me as I am sharing it here.

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My heart skipped a few beats when I first saw it. I sat on it for a few weeks, but I thought that if you’re as appalled as I was (and still am) at reading the name of the Bike-A-Thon, then let’s look at it as a glowing example of how times really have changed. It’s so hard for me to believe that back then, this and a few other words I’m guilty of using as a child were just OK. We didn’t know any better back then. Now we certainly should know.

I have gotten into plenty of discussions over the use of this word. Most of the discussions have been with people who really didn’t understand what the problem was as long as they weren’t using it to disparage someone with a special need – but they are! They’re using it as slang for “stupid.” They’re taking a word that was once used as an actual diagnosis and using it to describe “stupid.” I really don’t get why this is so hard to explain to people.

A version of this post originally appeared on Taking It a Step at a Time — Autism.

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When 4 People Tested My Faith in Humanity, 3 People Restored It


Dear Humanity,

10408738_10152855755647483_6580888712707983659_n A few days ago I experienced various situations where the behavior of fellow humans discouraged me. It all really got to me. But I want you to know I’m not giving up on you.

I attended my sister’s college graduation the other day. I was the beaming proud big sister anxiously walking into the packed university center with my 4-year-old and 8-year-old sons in tow. We made our way up the ramp, and my 4-year-old held the door for me as I pushed my 8-year-old in his shiny wheelchair. We stepped inside to find hundreds upon hundreds of people hurriedly walking to their seats, so we quickly slipped into the bustling line. It was then that my love for humanity was tested…

To the man who thought it was OK to jump in front of me while I pushed a 70-pound wheelchair with a sweet little boy in it and then get upset when I touched your leg with the chair’s footrest, I’m sorry I bumped into you. I’m sorry you felt the urgency to make your way in front of me because obviously having to walk behind me and my 4-year-old son was just unacceptable. I’m sorry you turned around and glared at me when the chair skimmed your pant leg. I’m sorry you scoffed at my apology. But what I’m most sorry about was that my wide-eyed 4-year-old witnessed you do this. I don’t want him for one second to think it’s acceptable to rudely force himself in front of someone else or laugh at apologies. The world doesn’t revolve around him — or you for that matter.

To the lady who stared at me with her “ugh” face as I gave my son his 15 medications through his feeding tube in the corner, I’m sorry you had to see this. I’m sorry you had to see a teeny, tiny glimpse into my life of special needs. I’m sorry you felt the need to stretch your neck over the side of the banister so you could peek at the monstrosity of a feeding tube while you told the person next to you to also look.  But what I’m most sorry about is that there’s a possibility one of my sons saw you staring at us with your “ugh” face. I don’t want my children thinking it’s OK for them to gawk at others and their differences. No one is inferior to them — or you for that matter.

To the lady who told us to “pick up and hold him so my daughter can sit down,” I’m sorry you felt you and your daughter were more worthy of a seat than my sonI’m sorry you didn’t ask this in a courteous way because I would have gladly picked up my son so your daughter could sit down. I’m sorry that when we did move you didn’t say “Thank you” and that you just expected us to give into your demands. But what I’m most sorry about is that my 4-year-old witnessed you being extremely rude, disrespectful and demanding. I’m teaching my children to treat others with respect no matter who they are or what the situation is. Courtesy is not below them — or you for that matter.

To the crowd of people who thought it was OK to stand in the middle of the sidewalk as I patiently stood with my children waiting for you all to step aside, I’m sorry you had to move your conversation so we could pass. I’m sorry I couldn’t just walk in the grass to go around your discussion, which was directly in the path of hundreds of others, too. I’m sorry it was muddy that day and wheelchair wheels don’t take kindly to mud. I’m sorry you got upset when I said, “Excuse us!” as I tried passing you. But what I’m most sorry about is that my kids, along with the long line of others behind me, saw this play out. I don’t want my boys to think they can take over any space and then be rude to another human being. It isn’t all about them — or you for that matter.

How can my children rationalize what I’m teaching them when they see grown adults do everything I tell them not to? I want my kids to love others more than they love themselves. I want them to be humble. I want them to enjoy making others happy. But above all else, I want them to be kind.

Fortunately, my boys are provided with everyday instances where they encounter people who display respect and love for one another.

To the manager at the grocery store who saw me pushing my son’s wheelchair while pulling a cart full of groceries throughout the store to finally stand in line behind six others with a child needing suctioning every few minutes, thank you. Thank you for opening a free checkout lane and ringing up my groceries yourself. Thank you for acknowledging the two-hour feat I’d just accomplished all while having to attend to my son’s secretions. Thank you for acting upon your desire to help me in my time of exhaustion. But most of all, thank you for displaying kindness and empathy in plain sight for everyone to see — especially my observant little boys.

10306390_10101227470461654_3416261381878903779_n To the little boy who happily approached my boys at the park and asked them to come play, thank you. Thank you for your acceptance of my son and his brothers. Thank you for reminding me there are indeed children out there who just want another kid to play with, no matter who they are or what they look like. Thank you for having parents who instilled love and acceptance of others into your beautiful, little heart. But most of all, thank you for looking beyond this big, bulky, blue wheelchair and seeing the child sitting in it with playful eyes.

To the older lady walking past my family at my 4-year-old’s T-ball game at the exact moment my older son spilled his drink all over himself and his brother’s chair, thank you. Thank you for taking the time to stop on your way to your seat to bring us extra napkins and help me wipe down the wheelchair. Thank you for giving a kind smile to my boys as you made small talk about what they were planning to do this summer. Thank you for placing your hand upon mine and saying, “Looks like you’re doing a great job, Mom.” But most of all, thank you for allowing my children to observe your caring, cheerful spirit as you helped someone in need.

This is what gives me hope for humanity.

Let’s stop living to please ourselves, and let’s practice love instead of anger. We live in this world together and have a long way to go. So in the mean time, I’ll be here trying to teach my children to love and respect others with a kind smile as I hold onto hope. Don’t worry humanity, I’m not giving up on you.

Sincerely,

A hopeful momma

A shorter version of this post originally appeared on My Blessed Little Nest.

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The Unique Challenges of Being a Woman of Color and Disabled


When I look in the mirror, I see someone whom society deems as disposable: I am Black, disabled, female and poor. When people see me, they automatically judge who I am, what I am capable of, and my worthiness before they hear me speak or know my name. Every day, I battle racism, sexism, ableism, classism and ignorance; yet somehow, I wake up every morning hopeful that my existence will make a difference in the world through the advocacy work I began almost two years ago.

How can I possess such a hopeful, positive mentality and spirit when the world bombards me nonstop with messages, images and actions that tell me people who look like me “do not matter”? I decided one day that I do matter, and the negative, hurtful ideals about who I am did not. If I wanted to love the person, body and life I saw in the mirror, I had to stop internalizing the hatefulness of the world around me, and start demanding that the world accepted my disability and personhood.

One action that helped to increase my self-love was becoming a disability advocate, and making it a priority to connect with other like-minded advocates who were as passionate about the issues that mattered to me. However, when I began looking around the disability community, I felt like a black pepper flake in the midst of a sea of salt: Where were all the disabled women of color, particularly disabled Black women?  Though we as a collective group faced similar struggles when it comes to combating ableism, the unique challenges of being a woman of color and disabled cannot be ignored.

Within the Black community, I felt different because of my disability status; within the disabled community, my blackness made me stand out like a sore thumb. I knew if I wanted to feel included within this community, I needed to create a support system with other disabled Black women and women of color. That need helped to shape my advocacy work, which birthed my organization, Ramp Your Voice!

Establishing this poignant niche of intersectionality helped to empower myself in ways I did not foresee. When I began to connect with other disabled Black women and women of color, a sisterly bond formed. I finally interacted with women who not only looked like me, but also endured similar struggles because of the identities they held. Words cannot accurately capture the deep level of understanding and support one feels when you find people who “get” you. When you share stories about overcoming misunderstandings of who you are based on your race, gender and disability with people who have had identical situations in their own lives, it validates your experiences and existence.

That is what I have experienced with my Disabled Sistas: validation, appreciation and love. The friendships that has flourished with these women are invaluable, and are undeniably special to me. Bonding with my disabled sisters, and other advocates I have befriended, has enabled me to become unapologetic and fearless when speaking out against the societal and systemic “-isms,” and discriminatory tactics that seek to hold me back instead of build me up. The support of my disabled friends pushes me to keep my head up.

I am incredibly proud of the reflection staring back at me – a beautiful, perfectly imperfect human being who is extraordinary capable and worthy of more than I may give myself credit for. Though my disability and other identities compose a great deal of who and what I am, I have the power to define and redefine what disability, blackness and womanhood means to me. I am no longer limited by my identities because I refuse to accept society’s ideas concerning them; my friendships and advocacy work has equipped me to shatter those misconceptions by simply being myself. I am enough, and that is all that I need to remember whenever an “ism” attempts to stymie my progress or devalue my worth.

Challenges are temporary roadblocks, but how you react to setbacks will become permanently ingrained in your psyche. No matter what you may be encountering presently, disabled sisters, always keep your head up, and be proud of the woman in the mirror.

To my disabled sisters with love,

Vilissa

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This post originally appeared on Ramp Your Voice!

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Jimmy Kimmel Gives Better Prize to 'Price Is Right' Contestant in Wheelchair Who Won a Treadmill


You may remember Danielle Perez from her appearance this week on “The Price is Right,” which has since gone viral. Perez, who uses a wheelchair, won a treadmill on the show.

The comedian from Los Angeles handled the prize with grace and humor. Then she was invited to appear on “Jimmy Kimmel Live,” where she was offered another, much better prize.

Kimmel is sending Perez on a wheelchair-accessible international cruise.

Check out the video below to see Perez win her prize: 

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