In light of a Washington Post article that was published recently, “Gallaudet University adjusts to a culture that includes more hearing students”, I decided to put together a deaf manifesto for myself and put it up here. This blog is not private, so posting something here has a sense of permanence to it.
On 19th February 1990, at the Royal Nuffield Hearing and Speech Centre, King’s Cross, London, a doctor told my mother that I was Deaf. In a sense, I was reborn then. Naturally, my hearing mother cried: my birth, nearly four years earlier, was an occasion of celebration; my rebirth that day, a cause for mourning. In the 21 years since, I have learned so much about what it means to be a Deaf person, and about my Deafhood’s crucial role in leading me to realize my humanity and fellowship with others.
Herein is an annunciation of my convictions regarding my Deafhood and my language:
Of Myself
- I am a proud, culturally Deaf person. I feel so blessed to be a part of such a unique group of people.
- I will always be Deaf. I will never be able to become hearing, and nor will I ever want to be hearing. Even if I thought, spoke and behaved like a hearing person and used a Cochlear Implant, I would still be Deaf, and therefore incomplete.
- I am a visual person. I look at my world through a visual lens, and understand it in visual terms.
- Without American Sign Language (ASL), I would not be where I am now. I can not think of anything else more right, happy, and true than my language.
- Disability is only a social construct. I am not disabled, I am simply a part of a cultural and linguistic minority group. (Check out this video)
- I did years of speech therapy in elementary school. I will no longer speak unless I have to.
Of My Language
- American Sign Language is a true language in every sense of the word. It is a manual-visual language. Those who believe that language cannot be anything but aural-vocal simply cannot think outside of the(ir) (voice)box(es). (Listening to Phonocentrism with Deaf Eyes)
- The struggle over how to educate Deaf children rises from not realizing that it is not about being able to hear, but about being able to communicate.
- The medicalization of Deafness has devastating effects. The clinical gaze dehumanizes.
- There must be a federal law in America requiring all Deaf and hard-of-hearing children to be put into schools and programs for the Deaf, and to learn ASL, regardless of whether or not they have Cochlear Implants or hearing aids.
- Depriving a child of language in any form is child abuse.
- English is the language of the Colonizer–of the Oppressor–it has subjugated many cultures and languages throughout history, and ASL has not escaped that hardship.
- I will stand up and object to any attempt to oppress, marginalize or devalue ASL.
Finally, one of my favourite quotes is this:
“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.”
― G.K. Chesterton
In keeping with that philosophy, when the ignorant try to denigrate sign language, ask them then: “What’s wrong with sign language?” Because really, what is wrong with sign language? Absolutely nothing.
This is what I believe, with all of my heart and soul.
My first two weeks back at school have been crazy so far! I have six classes, two jobs, and am volunteering as Costume Coordinator for the Theatre Department’s fall production of Keely and Du. So, to my good fortune, a busy and eventful semester lies ahead, and I don’t think I’ll be bored! Anyway, in the midst of rushing around getting everything in order and jumping headlong into my reading, I was able to attend a play Tuesday before last: David Muse’s Julius Caesar downtown at the Shakespeare Theatre Company. This was my 2nd time attending the STC’s Free For All, the first time being The Taming of the Shrew in 2009.
These productions also happen to be ASL interpreted, so they are accessible, though not without its shortcomings. I’m pretty glad I refreshed my memory before I went, and read over Julius Caesar, because it was pretty difficult to be able to follow the show through only two interpreters. One of the shortcomings of interpreted theatrical productions, is that–as a Deaf person–my visual attention is divided between the stage and the interpreters. If I look away from the interpreters, I might miss important dialogue; vice versa, I’ll miss out on stage action. Since there are usually only two interpreters, it is extremely hard for them to switch between characters quickly, and sometimes difficult to keep up with the dialogue. Another difficulty that night was also being able to see the interpreters in the theatre, I’m a pretty diminutive lady, so I can’t really see over or through heads! Because of that, I generally prefer ASL productions by leaps and bounds. I do have to mention by the way, that I have been to productions which did not have dialogue, such as at Synetic Theater which focuses on physical theatre. I saw their King Arthur last year, which was performed on a water-stage in three inches of water. It was a bit of a stretch to connect King Arthur with water, but the show was mind-blowing nevertheless!! I’ll be attending Synetic’s production of Othello in October, and I’ve been told that it’ll be much more spectacular than King Arthur was (mainly because the actors’ movements will not be limited by the water stage)… so I’m pretty excited about it!
Anyway, I always enjoy myself immensely every time I attend a theatrical production, no doubt about that. I always leave the performance feeling a sense of satisfaction, regardless of what I thought of the play or how much of it I understood. Julius Caesar was definitely not a disappointment, but it certainly wasn’t anything exciting either. To be honest, I thought it was kind of run-of-the-mill. It was a classical staging of the play, with period costumes and the set was vaguely period as well. Everything was done very professionally and neatly. I liked the lighting, especially for the ghost of Caesar: a spotlight cast the actor’s shadow onto the wall on stage left, making a very dramatic effect, I thought. The murder of Caesar was done somewhat awkwardly, and the fight scene near the end was pretty anticlimactic. I won’t go into that too much, because I haven’t yet seen that many fight scenes onstage, so I will reserve any further thoughts. As for the costumes, they were good: simple and not over-done or underdone. Basically, I didn’t really get the feeling that the director put his all into Julius Caesar. No one thing really jumped out at me as special and surprising. The whole thing was just… plain satisfactory.
I hope to be able to see more shows this fall, and maybe I’ll catch something much more exciting! Here are the productions I anticipate seeing in October:
The Mandrake, Faction of Fools
Keely and Du, Gallaudet University Theatre Arts Dept.
Les Miserablés, Kennedy Center
Othello, Synetic Theatre
Finally, last but miles away from least, here’s a plug for the Gallaudet Theatre Arts Department blog: Elstad Island. Many new things are forthcoming, it is definitely worth keeping an eye on us!
Tomorrow is a very big day for me! I am flying back to DC to begin my first semester back at Gallaudet after a two-year hiatus. I will be moving back into the dorms. My English and Theatre Arts majors have finally been officially declared, and I have registered for all of my classes, which start on Monday. I have got work lined up. I also have many things I want to do, and I intend to do nothing but my absolute best!
It has been 7 years since I graduated from high school, and the journey has been eventful and quite chaotic at times. I have gotten lost, stumbled and fell, over and over. In particular, the last three years have presented the biggest challenges and the hardest struggles. I am really and truly fortunate to have people who believed in me and stuck by me when skies were grey. I remember reading an article written by Stephen Fry wherein he interviewed Lady Gaga, she said: “And this new album [Born This Way] is about being able to be reborn, over and over again throughout your life.” That is totally how I feel right now–reborn. I am happy, optimistic and abrim with hope. I know exactly what I want to do now–at least until I walk across the stage to get my degree from Gallaudet–and it is a wonderful feeling. In the words of Lady Gaga, “I’m on the right track, baby, I was born this way, hey…”
This is the last Raturday for a while, unfortunately. I made this decision kind of at the last minute: I am moving into the dorms at Gallaudet this fall. Living in the dorms at Gallaudet is pretty sweet, but it kinda sucks because it means downgrading to the cafeteria. Having a kitchen to myself for the last two years meant my cookbook collection grew, and my skill at cooking, along with it. I won’t have a kitchen in the dorms, and neither am I allowed to have pets! Luckily, my dad is absolutely IN LOVE with Dido and Marlowe, and he was happy with the idea of keeping them for me: “That means I can make a nice, big cage for them!” He turns into a big gooey sap when it comes to animals, so I know they’ll get tons of attention. Also, knowing my Dad–who is an accident-prone whiz with tools–he is probably dreaming up ways to fit a rattie-sized compound into his basement Man Cave!
Good news! My major declaration form was turned in to the Registrar at Gallaudet today. That means my English and Theatre double-majors are now official! Things are falling into place: I have registered and gotten most of my stuff done with, and I am tremendously pleased! The classes I am looking forward to the most this semester are my Shakespeare classes, which are two: a class analysing the plays, and also ASL Shakespeare, which will focus on translating Shakespeare to ASL, and is required for those who have a role in the spring production of Hamlet. How excited am I?! This excited! Or maybe this excited? No, THIS excited! Aw hell, I’m over the moon!
I’m not exactly sure where I’m going to go with my double-majors after graduation, actually. I have a vague idea of what I would enjoy doing with a good grasp of the English language, but I don’t know about Theatre yet. But you know, I will cross that bridge when I get to it… first, for the next three years, I have to run the gauntlet of sleepless FUUUUUUU I HAVE A PAPER DUE IN THREE HOURS nights. So that means I will get back to this blog on that question around 10 minutes after I get my degree, while I’m still starry-eyed.
This Week’s Links:
Though I imagine myself ending up in a literary career, I am extremely interested in the costume design field, and enjoy looking for related resources. I’ve found some interesting links: The Costume Design Blog and The Costumer’s Manifesto. Ever since the SteamPunk fad came about a few years ago, I have been regularly lurking around this forum: Replica Movie Costumes (which appears to be non-functional at this moment), which has TONS of great tutorials and resources for the stuff that just simply can’t be recreated with a sewing machine. Sewing isn’t the only skill needed to create amazing costumes, many need a good crafter’s hand, such as the insanely awesome costume for the character of Lumière from Beauty and the Beast.
When I did my theatre major admissions interview back in May, I was supposed to have a monologue prepared, and the one I did was Elizabeth Sawyer from The Witch of Edmonton. I thought I did an awesome job translating the monologue to ASL, but when I did the monologue at the interview, I goofed the last part. I am still pretty annoyed about it considering I put so much work into it! But one day, I will find another chance to do it. Here it is:
A witch! who is not?
Hold not that universal name in scorn, then.
What are your painted things in princes’ courts,
Upon whose eyelids lust sits, blowing fires
To burn men’s souls in sensual hot desires,
Upon whose naked paps a lecher’s thought
Acts sin in fouler shapes than can be wrought?
These by enchantments can whole lordships change
To trunks of rich attire, turn ploughs and teams
To Flanders mares and coaches, and huge trains
Of servitors to a French butterfly.
Have you not city-witches who can turn
Their husband’s wares, whole standing shops of wares,
To sumptuous tables, gardens of stolen sin;
In one year wasting what scarce twenty win?
Are not these witches?
Why, then, on me,
Or any lean old beldam? Reverence once
Had wont to wait on age; now an old woman,
Ill-favoured grown with years, if she be poor,
Must be called bawd or witch. Such so abused
Are the coarse witches; t’other are the fine,
Spun for the devil’s own wearing.
If you look at my pages, next to the About page, you’ll find one called “Bucket List.” This page lists all of the things I want to do before I die. It is kind of morbid, I know, but I am the kind who loves to make lists. I am a very stubborn person, and I am not one to back down from a challenge–even one I give to myself–so it’s a good reminder and motivator. I get a rush from ticking off canned corn from my shopping list, so imagine what happens when it’s from my Bucket List! Anyway, you’ll see that one of my list items is to play a witch onstage. To be honest, the thought of getting onstage makes me really nervous; I’m not really an actress, I’m more of a writer and a behind-the-scenes kind of person. But playing a witch? I think I would be perfectly alright risking my stage nerves with that!
When I was a kid, there were witches everywhere, starting with my mother. Mind you, I’m not dissing my mother, it so happens she dressed up like one every Hallowe’en! That is one of my favourite childhood memories of her, her dressing up as a witch and going to teach at her school all-out in the role. Then when I was about 8 or 9, amongst other witch-themed television shows and films, I was absolutely crazy about the movie Hocus Pocus. I even sent a fan letter to Bette Midler! Unfortunately, the letter got returned, I guess that’s what happens when you just completely make up the address! This was a good thing for my mother because she thought the letter was pricelessly funny, and she kept it in her store of embarrassing Victoria Artifacts to show to boyfriends and friends in the years afterward.
There were many more witches in my life: Worst Witch, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, The Craft, Practical Magic, and even in books by Mary Stewart. The first witch I think of if anyone asked would probably be Morgan le Fay, who I read about in Stewart’s books and many other books about the Arthurian legend. One particular book I read was The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley, which is an absolutely amazing feminist take on the Arthurian legend. By the way, I got that novel as a birthday present from my speech therapist in the 5th grade. I read it again in 2007, and my reaction was, “This is so not kids’ reading material!!!” There’s sex, incest, murder, rape, etc! But anyhow, that 2nd reading really made me think about the Witch, and her role in society. In Marion Zimmer Bradley’s novel, Morgaine –the name Morgan le Fay is called in the novel–is not a witch in the strict sense, but a woman raised to become a priestess of the Mother Goddess in the old, pagan ways of druid mysticism and magic. Morgaine is seen as a witch because her matriarchal religion is considered a threat to the Christianity that her brother, King Arthur, welcomes to his kingdom. Witches are women who are outcasts because of fear of who they are, and because they go against the patriarchal ideals of beauty, female subordination and the virginal.
When looking at witches throughout legend, there are basically two types: the beldam, and the femme fatale. The beldam is an old crone with knowledge and wisdom, which often lends them the aspect of being seers. Recently, I saw Big Fish (for the 1,000th time), the Swamp Witch in the film is what one would call a beldam, a terrifically old woman who lives alone, whose notoriety inspires terror in the hearts of neighbourhood children. When one looks into the Swamp Witch’s eye after she peels back her eye patch, one will be able to see how they “go”. As for the femme fatale, she is an enchantress with the ability to change things, especially through using the power of womanhood. Besides Morgan le Fay, an example of a femme fatale would be Lilith, who, in Jewish mythology, was Adam’s first wife before Eve. Lilith, as the story goes, was created from the same dust as Adam, and so was equal to him. Lilith would not become subservient to Adam, then left from Eden, and the result was she became painted as a terrifying hell-beast bent on destroying manhood and quenching life. Come to think of it, I don’t think I have read about very many witches who had husbands, only minions; I think that makes the witch more terrifying in society’s eyes, really, as it means she doesn’t have a man to “control” her.
Now when I think about Elizabeth Sawyer, she is just an old lady, a beldam embittered by her community’s rejection of her. Elizabeth is falsely accused of practicing witchcraft, and only resorts to it when she begins to feel that there is no other way to redeem herself. I can see why she does what she does: her means to power is limited, so she tries to get around that by becoming a witch–a woman of power. With all that said, if I should ever play a witch onstage, I will enthusiastically carry out the role, and with the utmost wicked pleasure!
A photo from my 2009 trip to Wales. This is Dylan Thomas’ writing shed, which is a little ways down the road from the Boathouse, where Thomas lived with his wife and children. The Boathouse is a gorgeous little place located in Laugharne, a town which Thomas describes as “a legendary lazy little black magical bedlam by the sea.” When I went, I took tea and bara brith (a traditional Welsh tea bread) on the terrace of the Boathouse, and looked out on the “heron-priested shore” of the Taf Estuary that inspired Poem in October. It was just ineffably lovely.

Isn’t it amazing that such wonderful poetry was created here in this humble little shed?
Besides the one that everyone all knows, Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, here are my favourite Dylan Thomas poems: Fern Hill, Altarwise by Owl-Light and Poem on his Birthday.
I never thought about majoring in theatre until I got to Gallaudet, but I have always dreamt about a career in theatre. My mum studied drama at university, and instilled in me a fascination and appreciation of theatre. She was and is a great mum, and I am so lucky that I have a mother who can sign as well as she does. Many parents have difficulty with the idea of learning sign language when they find out that their child is Deaf, but not my mother. I think language is in her blood anyway! Mum made absolutely sure that I was exposed to a lot of Deaf culture and ASL as I grew up. I lived in Phoenix for 3 years starting at 6 years of age, and I attended a deaf performing arts camp in Sedona, AZ for two very fun summers, which were very formative. Another one of the many Deaf events mum took me to was a production by Sunshine Too, a Deaf theatre company from Rochester, NY. I remember being totally mad about the idea of being in theatre after that!
Though as I became older, my preference for behind the scenes became more apparent. When cleaning, I found a journal from the 5th grade that I wrote to my teacher, and I came across this entry:
Jan, 20, 97Dear Mrs Skuse:
When I grow up I want to be a costume designer. I will make a costume for movies, plays, models, ballets and circuses. I will be famous for my costumes. I will travel around the world making costumes for famous people. That would be fun!
from Victoria
“Keepers of private notebooks are a different breed altogether, lonely and resistant rearrangers of things, anxious malcontents, children afflicted apparently at birth with some presentiment of loss.” - Joan Didion, “On Keeping a Notebook”
This is my notebook. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My notebook is my best friend. It is my life. My notebook, without me, is useless. Without my notebook, I am useless… well, maybe not completely useless, but pretty close to it. Since I’m returning to school in a couple of weeks, there is one vital item I need to ensure scholastic success: a Moleskine notebook planner. Specifically, this one: Moleskine Weekly Notebook. I love them! I have an extra-large, 18-month one making its way to me from the good people at Amazon, which will hopefully be arriving this week. I know I’m a nerd when the arrival of such an item is sure to make my day.
Reasons why I love Moleskine Weekly Notebooks:
- Elegantly understated. Not too much clutter. No unnecessary frills or stupid pictures and logos.
- The black leather soft-cover is so me.
- Balanced: The left page is divided into the days of the week, and the right is a lined notebook page. I can be organized on one side, and then do whatever I want on the other: be messy, scribbly, creative and make tons of lists. I often make notes about what I did during the week, “Tues. Went to Harris Teeter. Bought Chocovine, 2 Bottles. Weds. went to Borders, bought 2 books of poetry. Thurs. Seafood buffet, was crap.”
- Ribbon page marker — I use it to mark a certain page that I look at often. (eg. the page with a whole month at a glance).
- Elastic page marker — Meant to keep the notebook closed, but I use it to mark the week that I am currently on. Helps me find it faster than the ribbon marker.
- Near the front of the notebook: pages for personal data, monthly calendar pages, ruler, maps, timetable, etc. Sometimes comes in handy when not near the internet.
- At the back, there are lots of blank notebook pages. (for writing ideas, putting down random words, making lists, keeping track of the books read, and making notes on random little things)
- Inside the back cover there is a neat little pocket that I use every now and then, but not too often because sometimes I put things away there and forget about them!
- The pages are light, yet not flimsy. They are also a soft cream colour, which is not too hard on the eyes, and gives the notebook a nice, classic feel.
I won’t use anything else to plan my daily life. I have used them every year since 2006… except for that one terrible, lost year (most of 2010). Aside from daily planning, they make great diaries and memories: for example, a few weeks ago, when cleaning, I found my red, hardcover one from 2009. Inside, I found some sweet treasures: a whole load of gas receipts from when I went on an awesome Seattle-Texas-DC road trip at the end of Summer 2009, some cool stickers that came with the planner, and a removable notebook divided up with tabs. I’m totally using the stickers and notebook in my new one! But yeah, great memory-keepers. My 2011 Moleskine is also soon to be a memory, it is the black one pictured above, and is old, beat-up and stained with red wine, so I am excited to start a new life with my next one!
This photo represents… HOW DIFFICULT IT IS TO PHOTOGRAPH RATS! Damn you, Canon. PowerShot? I think not. More like PowerShit!
The other day, I had a little photo session, with my dad as my “assistant.” We tried to capture how hilarious it is when Dido steals a gigantic bread crust from us and runs off to hoard it. The thing’s like 10x the size of her head! Little Dido and a gigantic bread crust scurrying across the floor like mad has us in stitches every time! But…

My dad: “HURRY! HURRY! … Jesus, you should just give me the camera!”

Ansel Adams, are you now, Dad?
About Victoria
I am currently a student at Gallaudet University in Washington, DC, the world's only Liberal Arts college for the Deaf. I am working on my Bachelor's in English and Theatre Arts, and this blog is dedicated to all things related to these two fields!Twitter
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