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Another article on revamping ADA

Here's another article I found on the move to revamp ADA. It came from Human Resources Executive magazine. It's always a good idea to understand how the HR folks are viewing these issues and what they're saying to one another. Plus, the article makes some good points

Note: The magazine has asked me not to include the entire text of the article, which I'm happy to do. But, as I know several of you repost things from here, I wanted to pass along the request.

Collaboration Leads to Revised ADA Bill

The proposed law will expand narrow court interpretations that have restricted ADA coverage in the workplace for people with disabilities. It is expected to increase the overall number of disabled people able to request reasonable accommodations, but should not have a significant impact on ADA employment policies already in place.

By Tom Starner
Since becoming federal law in 1990, the Americans with Disabilities Act has had a major impact on the U.S. workplace. The problem is, whatever the ADA's net effect has been on employment and the working disabled in general, subsequent legal decisions have led to as much frustration as success.

That court-produced frustration, in turn, has caused both disabled advocates and business leaders to seek out more consistent, fair ADA rules and regulations. It was a rare chance for groups with frequently opposing views to work together.

On Wednesday, those groups came a step closer to resolving any differences (and clarifying specific issues) on the ADA front, when two key committees within the U.S. House of Representatives "marked-up" the ADA Amendments Act of 2008.

The House Judiciary committee approved the measure on a 27-0 vote, and House Education and Labor Committee approved it by a 43 to 1 margin.

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