I got 99 problems ... palsy is just one

Hello, TED Women, what's up.

(Cheers)

Not good enough.

Hello, TED Women, what is up?

(Cheers)

My name is Maysoon Zayid,

and I am not drunk,

but the doctor who delivered me was.

He cut my mom six different times

in six different directions,

suffocating poor little me in the process.

As a result, I have cerebral palsy,

which means I shake all the time.

Look.

It's exhausting. I'm like Shakira, Shakira

meets Muhammad Ali.

(Laughter)

C.P. is not genetic.

It's not a birth defect. You can't catch it.

No one put a curse on my mother's uterus,

and I didn't get it because
my parents are first cousins,

which they are.

(Laughter)

It only happens from accidents,

like what happened to me on my birthday.

Now, I must warn you, I'm not inspirational,

and I don't want anyone in this room

to feel bad for me,

because at some point in your life,

you have dreamt of being disabled.

Come on a journey with me.

It's Christmas Eve, you're at the mall,

you're driving around in circles looking for parking,

and what do you see?

Sixteen empty handicapped spaces.

And you're like, "God, can't I just be

a little disabled?"

(Laughter)

Also, I gotta tell you,

I got 99 problems, and palsy is just one.

If there was an oppression Olympics,

I would win the gold medal.

I'm Palestinian, Muslim, I'm female, I'm disabled,

and I live in New Jersey.

(Laughter) (Applause)

If you don't feel better about
yourself, maybe you should.

Cliffside Park, New Jersey, is my hometown.

I have always loved the fact

that my hood and my affliction

share the same initials.

I also love the fact that if I wanted to walk

from my house to New York City, I could.

A lot of people with C.P. don't walk,

but my parents didn't believe in "can't."

My father's mantra was,

"You can do it, yes you can can."

(Laughter)

So, if my three older sisters were mopping,

I was mopping.

If my three older sisters went to public school,

my parents would sue the school system

and guarantee that I went too,

and if we didn't all get As,

we all got my mother's slipper.

(Laughter)

My father taught me how I walk
when I was five years old

by placing my heels on his feet

and just walking.

Another tactic that he used is he would dangle

a dollar bill in front of me and have me chase it.

(Laughter)

My inner stripper was very strong, and by

—(Laughter)—

Yeah. No, by the first day of kindergarten,

I was walking like a champ

who had been punched one too many times.

Growing up, there were only six Arabs in my town,

and they were all my family.

Now there are 20 Arabs in town,

and they are still all my family. (Laughter)

I don't think anyone even noticed we weren't Italian.

(Laughter) (Applause)

This was before 9/11 and before politicians

thought it was appropriate to use "I Hate Moslems"

as a campaign slogan.

The people that I grew up with
had no problem with my faith.

they did, however, seem very concerned

that I would starve to death during Ramadan.

I would explain to them that I have enough fat

to live off of for three whole months,

so fasting from sunrise to sunset is a piece of cake.

I have tap-danced on Broadway.

Yeah, on Broadway. It's crazy. (Applause)

My parents couldn't afford physical therapy,

so they sent me to dancing school.

I learned how to dance in heels,

which means I can walk in heels,

and I'm from Jersey,

and we are really concerned with being chic,

so if my friends wore heels, so did I.

And when my friends went and
spent their summer vacations

on the Jersey Shore, I did not.

I spent my summers in a war zone,

because my parents were afraid

that if we didn't go back to Palestine

every single summer,

we'd grow up to be Madonna.

(Laughter)

Summer vacations often consisted of

my father trying to heal me,

so I drank deer's milk,

I had hot cups on my back,

I was dunked in the Dead Sea,

and I remember the water burning my eyes

and thinking, "It's working! It's working!"

(Laughter)

But one miracle cure we did find was yoga.

I have to tell you, it's very boring,

but before I did yoga,

I was a stand-up comedian who can't stand up.

And now I can stand on my head.

My parents reinforced this notion

that I could do anything,

that no dream was impossible,

and my dream was to be

on the daytime soap opera "General Hospital."

I went to college during affirmative action

and got a sweet scholarship to ASU,

Arizona State University,

because I fit every single quota.

I was like the pet lemur of the theater department.

Everybody loved me.

I did all the less-than-intelligent kids' homework,

I got A's in all of my classes,

A's in all of their classes.

Every time I did a scene

from "The Glass Menagerie,"

my professors would weep.

But I never got cast.

Finally, my senior year,

ASU decided to do a show called

"They Dance Real Slow In Jackson."

It's a play about a girl with C.P.

I was a girl with C.P.

So I start shouting from the rooftops,

"I'm finally going to get a part!

I have cerebral palsy!

Free at last! Free at last!

Thank God Almighty, I'm free at last!"

I didn't get the part. (Laughter)

Sherry Brown got the part.

I went racing to the head of the theater department

crying hysterically, like someone shot my cat,

to ask her why,

and she said it was because

they didn't think I could do the stunts.

I said, "Excuse me, if I can't do the stunts,

neither can the character."

(Laughter) (Applause)

This was a part that I was literally born to play

and they gave it, they gave it to a non-palsy actress.

College was imitating life.

Hollywood has a sordid history

of casting able-bodied actors

to play disabled onscreen.

Upon graduating, I moved back home,

and my first acting gig was

as an extra on a daytime soap opera.

My dream was coming true.

And I knew that I would be promoted

from "diner diner" to "wacky best friend" in no time.

But instead, I remained a glorified piece of furniture

that you could only recognize
from the back of my head,

and it became clear to me

that casting directors

didn't hire fluffy ethnic disabled actors.

They only hired perfect people.

But there were exceptions to the rule.

I grew up watching Whoopi Goldberg,

Roseanne Barr, Ellen,

and all of these women had one thing in common:

they were comedians.

So I became a comic.

(Laughter) (Applause)

My first gig was driving famous comics

from New York City to shows in New Jersey,

and I'll never forget the face of the first comic

I ever drove when he realized

that he was speeding down the New Jersey Turnpike

with a chick with C.P. driving.

I've performed in clubs all over America,

and I've also performed in Arabic in the Middle East,

uncensored and uncovered.

Some people say I'm the first

stand-up comic in the Arab World.

I never like to claim first,

but I do know that they never heard

that nasty little rumor that women aren't funny,

and they find us hysterical.

In 2003, my brother from another mother and father

Dean Obeidallah and I started

the New York Arab American Comedy Festival,

now in its 10th year.

Our goal was to change the negative image

of Arab-Americans in media,

while also reminding casting directors

that South Asian and Arab are not synonymous.

(Laughter)

Mainstreaming Arabs was much, much easier

than conquering the challenge

against the stigma against disability.

My big break came in 2010.

I was invited to be a guest

on the cable news show

"Countdown With Keith Olbermann."

I walked in looking like I was going to the prom,

and they shuffle me into a studio

and seat me on a spinning rolling chair.

So I looked at the stage manager and I'm like,

"Excuse me, can I have another chair?"

And she looked at me and she went,

"Five, four, three, two..."

And we were live, right?

So I had to grip onto the anchor's desk

so I wouldn't roll of the screen during the segment,

and when the interview was over, I was livid.

I had finally gotten my chance and I blew it,

and I knew I would never get invited back.

But not only did Mr. Olbermann invite me back,

he made me a full-time contributor,

and he taped down my chair.

(Laughter) (Applause)

One fun fact I learned while on the air

with Keith Olbermann

was that humans on the internet are scumbags.

People say children are cruel,

but I was never made fun of as a child or an adult.

Suddenly, my disability on the World Wide Web

is fair game.

I would look at clips online

and see comments like,

"Yo, why's she tweakin?"

"Yo, is she retarded?"

And my favorite, "Poor Gumby-mouth terrorist.

What does she suffer from?

We should really pray for her."

One commenter even suggested

that I add my disability to my credits:

screenwriter, comedian, palsy.

Disability is as visual as race.

If a wheelchair user can't play Beyoncé,

then Beyoncé can't play a wheelchair user.

The disabled are the largest—

Yeah, clap for them, man. C'mon.

(Applause)

People with disabilities are the largest minority

in the world, and we are the most underrepresented

in entertainment.

The doctors said that I wouldn't walk,

but I am here in front of you.

However, if I grew up with social media,

I don't think I would be.

I hope that together

we can create more positive images

of disability in the media and in everyday life.

Perhaps if there were more positive images,

it would foster less hate on the internet.

Or maybe not.

Maybe it still takes a village

to teach our children well.

My crooked journey has taken me

to some very spectacular places.

I got to walk the red carpet

flanked by soap diva Susan Lucci

and the iconic Lorraine Arbus.

I got to act in a movie with Adam Sandler

and work with my idol,

the amazing Dave Matthews.

I toured the world as a headliner

on Arabs Gone Wild.

I was a delegate

representing the great state of New Jersey

at the 2008 DNC.

And I founded Maysoon's Kids,

a charity that hopes

to give Palestinian refugee children

a sliver of the chance my parents gave me.

But the one moment that stands out the most

was when I got, before this moment

— (Laughter) (Applause) —

but the one moment that stands out the most

was when I got to perform

for the man who flies like a butterfly

and stings like a bee,

has Parkinson's and shakes just like me,

Muhammad Ali.

(Applause)

It was the only time

that my father ever saw me perform live,

and I dedicate this talk to his memory.

(Arabic)

My name is Maysoon Zayid,

and if I can can, you can can.

(Applause)