Protest against eugenics
Matthew | 05.05.2009 13:53
There is a protest at 5:30 pm on the 5th May, outside the gates of 11 Downing street, against a government eugenics program that will try to identify fetuses that will be born with autism and prevent them from being born.
20 big autism charities and guest, including representatives from the government are gathering on Tuesday 5th May at 5:30 pm in 11 Downing street. Only autistic people know what they need but only 2 autistic people have been invited to the meeting. In the meeting they will discuss a eugenics program that will aim to eliminate autistic people before they are born. Autistic people add huge amounts to our society and we should not be trying to eliminate them. Please join our protest outside the gates.
Matthew
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For an example of this, see the number Pi painted by Daniel Tammet, who can repeat Pi to 22,514 decimal places, and invents new languages for fun. A 2007 poll of 4,000 Britons named him as one of the world's "100 living geniuses".
PI
Three, One, Four, One, Five, and On
The numbers recount their endless tale.
Three - Barefoot green, a silent voice.
White as hunger, One is twice
Bright like babies’ eyes.
Four is timid, envious of E.
Five, Punctuation or a pregnant sigh
Precedes proud Nine, colour of falling night.
Two, an unfastened knot,
A wayward wind, the hollow of Six resounding.
Nearby, Eight, a cloud of fireflies above a lake
Over which I skim Sevens
Remembering that Zero is nothing but a circle.
PI
Trois, Un, Quatre, Un, Cinq, et ainsi de suite
Les chiffres racontent leur histoire sans limite.
Trois – vert, les pieds nus, une voix silencieuse.
Blanc comme la faim, Un est vif
Comme les yeux d’un bébé.
Quatre est timide, envieux du E.
Cinq, ponctuation ou soupir lourd
Précède le Neuf fier, couleur d’une nuit tombante.
Deux, un nœud défait, vent rebelle,
Comme le creux du Six qui résonne.
Tout près, Huit, nuage de lucioles au dessus d’un lac
Sur lequel je fais des ricochets avec les Septs
En me souvenant que Zéro n’est rien qu’un cercle.
Danny