Deaf in the military

(Interpreter voice-over) Hello, everyone.
My name is Keith Nolan.

I’m a cadet private.

My talk today is on the topic
of the military.

How many of you out there thought
you’d ever like to join the military?

I see a number of you nodding.

And I thought the same thing
ever since I was young.

Growing up, I’d always wanted
to join the military.

I loved military history

and I’ve read a great deal on the subject.

Also, I have various family members,
such as my grandfather and great uncle,

who fought in World War II.

And like them, I wanted the same thing:
to serve my country.

So the question is: Can I?

No, I can’t.

Why? Simply because I’m deaf.

Regardless of that fact, I still had
that longing to join the military.

For example, after I graduated
from high school,

three months before 9/11 occurred,

I went to a naval recruiting center
with high hopes of joining the navy.

I went in and a strapping naval man
stood up and addressed me.

As he was speaking to me,
it was impossible for me to read his lips,

so I said, “I'm sorry, I’m deaf.”

He tore off a little piece of paper
and wrote down three words:

“Bad ear. Disqual.”

He didn't even fully
spell out "Disqualified,"

just: “Bad ear. Disqual.”

So I went on my way.

I tried various locations a number
of different times, trying to join,

but over and over again,
I got the same response:

“Sorry, you’re deaf. We can’t accept you.”

So I shifted gears
and decided to become a teacher.

I completed a master's in deaf education
and taught for almost two years,

until this past spring,
when three things occurred

that changed that course,

the first of which, while I was teaching
a high school history class.

I’d lectured on the Mexican-American War.

The bell had rung,
and I was seated at my desk,

when one of my students,
who is deaf, approached me

and said that he’d like
to join the military.

I said, “Ah, sorry.
You can’t. You're deaf.”

Then I caught myself.

It struck me that all along
I had been told no, I can’t,

and now I was perpetuating
that same message

to the next generation, to my own student.

That realization had a large impact
that really resonated with me.

Now, the second thing that happened,
my friend had just moved to Israel.

Did you know that in Israel
they accept deaf people into the military?

How can deaf people be
in the military, right?

Could this really be true? Come on!

Well, I went to Israel last summer
to see for myself.

I interviewed 10 deaf Israeli soldiers,

all of those video interviews
and questions I’ve compiled,

and the findings,
I’ll share with you later.

Thirdly, CSUN here, my alma mater,

had recently started up
an Army ROTC program.

ROTC, which stands for
Reserve Officer Training Corps,

allows students working on
their college majors

to concurrently participate
in the ROTC program.

Upon graduation, ROTC students
have a military career

ready and waiting for them.

So if one joined the army, one could
commission as a second lieutenant.

That's generally the ROTC
program here at CSUN.

Having learned that, I was intrigued.

I already had a profession as a teacher,

but I went ahead anyway
and sent an email off to the program,

explaining that I was
a teacher of the deaf,

wondering if I could take
a few classes with them

and perhaps share their lessons
with my students.

I got an email response back,

and surprisingly, it was the first
time that I wasn't told,

"Sorry, no, you can’t. You’re deaf."

It said, "Well, that's interesting.

I think maybe we can work something out

and you can take a few classes with us."

This was unprecedented.

So naturally, I was shocked.

Although I was teaching, I decided I had
to grab the opportunity right away

and get my foot in the door.

Altogether, that's how it transpired.

Now, with all my life experiences,

having talked with all the people I had,
and given everything I’ve read,

I decided to write a research paper
called “Deaf in the Military.”

I'll share with you
what those 98 pages entail.

Here in America, we’ve actually had
deaf soldiers serving in the past.

In fact, during
the Texas War of Independence,

there was a key character
named Deaf Smith,

who made a large contribution
to that war effort.

For the American Civil War,

Gallaudet University actually has archived
a list of deaf soldiers in that war

from the North and the South,

showing that deaf soldiers
were even fighting against each other.

During World War II,
there are a few rare examples

of deaf people who made it
into the military at that time

and were able to serve
their country as well.

History illustrates the fact
that America has had deaf soldiers,

in contrast to today.

In my paper, I also discuss
the deaf Israeli soldiers.

I learned that they serve
in non-combat roles.

The deaf soldiers are not
on the front lines engaged in fire,

but rather, are behind the lines
serving in supportive roles.

There are a plethora of various
non-combat jobs accessible to the deaf:

intelligence, computer technology,
map drawing, supply,

military dog training --

the list goes on.

The communication
between deaf Israeli soldiers

and other soldiers who are hearing

is carried out with the same approaches
deaf people in general use

with the hearing public on a daily basis.

You can use your voice,
lip-read, gestures,

sometimes another soldier knows
sign language and that can be utilized,

pen and paper, texts, computers, emails --

seriously, there’s no
magic wand necessary.

It's the same thing we do every day.

Interpreters are used there primarily
for boot camp training.

For the average work, it’s not necessary
to have an interpreter by your side.

The Israeli Army is comprised
of small groups.

Each of these units with deaf
soldiers have developed

their own way of communicating
with each other,

so there’s no need for interpreters.

The top picture is of one soldier I met.

The bottom photo
is of Prime Minister Begin

with a deaf soldier in Israel.

Another part of my paper touches on
disabled soldiers in the US Military.

Obviously, military work can be dangerous
and involve injury.

One example here is Captain Luckett.

Due to an explosion, he lost his leg.

He’s recovered and currently has
a prosthetic leg.

Now that he’s strong, he's back in combat,
still fighting in Afghanistan.

It’s remarkable.

And guess what? He’s not the only one.

There are 40 other soldiers like him,

amputees who are serving in combat zones.

Incredible.

Also, we have a blind soldier here.

While he was in Iraq,

an explosion from a suicide car bomber
destroyed his eyesight.

He’s recovered and hasn’t left the army.

The army has retained him on active duty,

and he’s currently running a hospital
for wounded soldiers.

I also found out online
about another soldier,

who is deaf in one ear.

He’s developed civil programs in Iraq,

one of which actually started
a school for the deaf in Iraq.

All of this is incredible.

But I am going to ask all of you:

If the US Military can retain
their disabled soldiers,

why can’t they accept
disabled citizens as well?

Moreover, out of all the US Military jobs,
80% are non-combat positions.

There are many jobs that we
in the Deaf community can do.

If I were to be in the military,
I’d like to do intelligence work.

But there is an array
of other things we can do,

such as mechanics, finance, medicine, etc.

So to summarize, I’ve presented
three premises to support my argument,

the first being, Israeli defense
openly accepts deaf soldiers.

If you have the qualities
and skills required, they’ll take you.

Secondly, the US Military
has accommodations

for retaining their disabled soldiers.

And lastly, 80% of occupations
in the military are non-combat.

Now, can we Deaf Americans
serve our country?

Yes! Of course!
Absolutely, without a doubt!

Now I’ll explain a bit
about my experience in the Army ROTC,

which began last fall.

I have been involved with that thus far
and it’s still going on now.

Really, I need to preface this

by saying that this is the first time
my battalion had ever had a deaf cadet.

They had never experienced that before.

So of course, they were taken aback,
wondering, initially,

how I would do this or that,
how would we communicate and such,

which is a natural reaction,

considering that many of them
had never interacted with a deaf person

prior to me.

Plus, I was taken aback by this --
it was the real thing, the army.

I had to learn a whole new world,
full of military jargon,

with its own culture and everything.

So we started out slow,
getting to know each other

and learning how
to work together, progressively.

For example, on the first day
of class, I had no uniform.

So I showed up in regular clothes,

while the other cadets
were all in uniform.

I found out that every morning at 5:30,
there was physical training, PT.

On Fridays, there would be
field training -- labs -- off-campus,

and occasionally, we would have
weekend training at a military base.

So I showed up, ready,
each morning at 5:30,

with all the cadets in uniform
and me in civilian clothes.

They told me, “Hey, you know,
you don't need to work out.

You can just simply take classes.”

I told them I wanted to, anyway.

They acknowledged that, and I continued
to show up every morning to train.

When Friday came,
I asked if I could do the field training.

I was told no, just stick with class.

I insisted that I wanted to try.

Somewhat reluctantly,
they let me attend the lab,

but only as an observer;

I would only be allowed
to sit and watch, not participate.

Alright, so, I showed up on Friday,

and watched as the cadets learned
marching drill commands,

like how to stand at attention,
how to properly salute,

and all the basics.

I had to ask again if I could join.

Finally, I got the go-ahead.

I went to get in formation.

I figured I better stand
in the second line,

so I could watch what the cadets
were doing in the row ahead of me.

But the officer who opened the door
for me to join the ROTC program

spotted me in the back and said,
“Hey! Uh-uh. I want you in the front.

You want to be a soldier?

You've got to learn the commands
just like the rest of them.

You’re not going to follow other people.
Learn it yourself!”

I thought, "Wow.

He’s viewing me like any person,
giving dignity to who I am."

I was impressed by that.

So as the weeks went by,
I still didn’t have a uniform.

I asked if it would be possible
to get one, but I was told it wasn't.

So I continued on that way,

until one day, I was informed
that I’d be getting a uniform.

"Please!" I said, “Really?
Why? What changed?”

I was told, “We see your motivation,
you show up every morning, dedicated,

and always gave a 110% effort.”

They wanted to give me the uniform.

It was remarkable.

We went to the warehouse
to get my uniform.

I assumed I’d just get a uniform
and a pair of boots, nothing more.

But they filled two duffel bags
chock-full of gear:

helmet, ammo vest, shovel,
sleeping bag -- the whole nine yards.

I was astonished.

And I have to tell you,

each morning that I get up
and put on my uniform,

I feel privileged.

It’s truly an honor to wear the uniform.

So, moving along,

when it came time to train
at the garrison base,

at first, I was told I couldn’t go.

There was concern on the ROTC's part

that if the interpreter
were to get injured during the training,

it would be a liability issue.

So we had to figure out
all those issues and confusion,

but we worked it out,
and in the end, they let me go.

That's how events were unfolding;
I was permitted to do more and more.

Once, at the garrison base,
during one of the training days,

a huge Chinook helicopter with its
tandem rotors landed right down to us,

forcefully spinning
exhilaration in the air.

All of us cadets were supposed
to be getting on board.

Everyone was geared up and ready.

However, the cadre had decided

I wasn’t going to be able
to ride the Chinook.

They were afraid
if the pilot shouted out orders,

how would I be able
to follow the instructions?

I’d potentially cause a disruption.

So I had to stand aside,

while the others were filing
toward the helicopter.

I could see the cadre huddled up,
discussing, mulling it over.

At the last minute, one of them said,
“Come on! Get on the helicopter!”

I rushed over and got in.
It was such a thrill.

And that was the spirit of learning about
and supporting one another

that carried over.

And since then, I’ve been involved
in everything they do,

without any separation.

This is where my passion lies.

I love them. I’ll show you
some pictures here.

Bruin Battalion, Bravo Company --
that’s the name of the group I belong to.

The cadre are the officers and sergeants
who oversee the ROTC program.

In the beginning, you can see,
it was a bit of an awkward phase.

But once they learned more about me
and what I’m capable of doing,

there's been tremendous support and unity.

The cadets, my fellow peers --
well, when you train and sweat together,

you feel the bond
of camaraderie right away.

A brother- or sisterly cohesiveness
makes them like family.

In training and military science classes,
we learn theories of warfare,

how to lead soldiers,
how to do reconnaissance,

strategies, how to knock out a bunker

and land navigation, where you’re finding
your way out in the mountains.

As far as accommodations,
I’ve been provided with interpreters

through the National Center on Deafness,
NCOD, here at CSUN.

And I really have to thank them,

because it's hard to find interpreters

who are willing to wake up
at 4:30 in the morning,

or sometimes even 3:30 in the morning.

That's the officer who emailed me back,

saying I think you can have
a few classes with us.

That's Lieutenant Mendoza.

That’s my interpreter there,
before class starts.

This is a picture from last fall,
when we were new to training.

This is Lieutenant Colonel Phelps,

this being his name sign.

He's the commanding officer
of the entire Bruin Battalion.

Every time I see him walk by,
it’s rather inspiring.

I mean, the way he presents himself,
you can see he’s the epitome of a soldier.

Plus, he doesn't view me as a deaf person.

He looks at my skills
and capabilities instead.

He’s really pushed for me,
and I respect him for all that.

That’s me during one of the exercises.

This is that Chinook helicopter
I almost didn’t get on.

Every cadet has a mentor.

My mentor is Cinatl.

He’s a really sharp soldier.

He teaches me all the finer points
and how to execute them ideally.

This top picture is when
a group of us went to Las Vegas

to compete in a test,

to see if we could match the German
troops' physical training standards.

It involved swimming, timed sprints,
marksmanship and numerous fitness events.

I passed them
and satisfied the requirements

to be awarded the gold German Armed Forces
Proficiency Badge right here.

This is one of the sergeants,
Sergeant Richardson.

I love this guy. He doesn't take baloney
from any of us cadets.

Here I am one morning,

when we trekked seven and a half miles
with a 40-pound rucksack

in less than two hours.

Here are a few of my fellow cadets.

I've been with them long enough
that I’ve developed name signs for them.

On the right, here, is Trinidad.

I gave him this name sign
because he's always very sarcastic.

He's a veteran, having served
in Iraq and Afghanistan.

The female is Frigo,
whose nickname is "Refrigerator,"

hence her name sign.

We’re always competing
intellectually in class.

The cadet on the end is Jarvy.
He's a top athlete.

I've given him this sign
because of the scar he has here.

Do you know who this is?

This is the Chairman
of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

He is the highest-ranking military officer

and principal military advisor
to President Obama

and Secretary of Defense Gates.

He gave a talk at UCLA to a full house.

Afterwards, I lined up to shake his hand.

Having done so, I greeted him,
“It’s a great pleasure to meet you.”

I signed and my interpreter voiced for me.

Admiral Mullen turned to the interpreter
and said, “It’s nice to meet you,”

addressing the interpreter,
who refrained to clarify.

He seemed a little confused
and just quickly moved on

to shake hands
with the rest of the soldiers.

So I’m not sure whether he really knew
that I'm deaf or not.

So everything’s been moving along,
gung-ho, full speed ahead,

until two weeks ago,

when something occurred.

Well, the ROTC has four levels.

I’m currently doing the first two levels,
which finishes up this May.

The third level will begin in the fall.

But in order to move up,
you need to pass a medical exam.

Obviously, I’m deaf,
so I’d fail a hearing test.

So we sat down,

and I was told that if I wanted
to continue to the third level,

I couldn’t do any
of the PT workouts in the morning,

nor the Friday lab field trainings,
nor the army base trainings.

My uniform, I would have to
give back as well.

I could take the classes,
audit them, and that’s all.

It really hit me. It was a huge blow.

Many of the officers
and cadets have empathized

with this sudden shock of disappointment,

and are wondering
why this has to be the case.

Colonel Phelps has tried
to speak with the higher-ups

in the chain of command

and explain to them
that I’m one of the top cadets,

having passed all the events
and receiving high marks on my exams.

But their response is unwavering:

policy is policy, and if you’re deaf,
you’re disqualified.

I know that the cadre has tried
to find various ways.

They found out that
there's a deaf cadet at The Citadel,

a military college in South Carolina.

That particular cadet will be completing
his fourth year there

and graduating this May.

Yet, he's in the same
predicament that I'm in --

unable to join the army because he’s deaf.

Yet, all of my fellow cadets
and the officers have told me

not to give up; the policy must change.

I was advised to talk with my congressman.

And I've brought this issue
to Henry Waxman,

the district congressman here in LA,

to get the ball rolling
with his advocacy for my cause.

However, I need your help
and support to lobby.

All of us, you know?

If you remember back in US history,
African-Americans were told

they couldn’t join the military,

and now they serve.

Women as well were banned,
but now they've been allowed.

The military has and is changing.

Today is our time. Now it’s our turn.

Hooah!

(Applause)