I sit in a cramped room in Camden.  I am a shy, nervous creature, newly in London. Listening to this bunch of disabled people speak, my thoughts flood with hope and awe. They speak of our arts and culture, and call for revolution. This was a meeting in the Artsline office, Crowndale Road, circa 1985. I am not sure any of us realised we were pioneers, but I believe history shows we were in our own ramshackle way. And now, against memories of those beginnings, I come to Liberty in the...

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