Monthly Archives: July 2015

The Lynching of Sandra Bland

We are not sure yet of all the facts. Yet major news media sources declared that Sandra Bland died on July 13 by suicide while in custody of the Texas criminal justice system. The autopsy report is thought to confirm the cause of death. Yet now a third autopsy is being requested because of inconsistencies.

As a mental health advocate with a brother who is often suicidal, we need to be aware of the implications of conflating violence with mental illness. This was more than a woman who decided to end her life. This was a crime scene.

I agree with the statement of Ray(nise) Cange who said in her blog post “Why I’m Not Ready To Rule Out Suicide in the Case of Sandra Bland,”

I want us to hold multiple truths. Whether Sandra Bland committed suicide or not, we can indict a system. We must hold nuanced discussions that address the implications of state violence while removing the stigma around mental health and suicide, recognizing that state-sanctioned violence can produce suicide as a response. Black people, especially Black women, do not all possess the strength and resiliency to continue to move through a world made brutal by white supremacy.

Yet, with the facts as we have them now, I do not believe Bland died by suicide. She was murdered. Whether it was at the brutal hands of a white police officer, or self-inflicted; Bland’s death was caused by the gruesome disfigurement of justice. 

The responsibility of Bland’s death is not on her, as a label of suicide would place the blame. Say it’s a suicide and case closed. However, Texas law enforcement should be held accountable. Some say it was suicide by hanging in her jail cell; I say, given the context, it was a lynching.

There is no justice when there is no peace. Suicide is not the issue. The issue here is profiling Blacks and police brutality on Black bodies. Black lives matter; that’s what justice looks like. We will only have peace when Black lives matter.

Eating the Monsters of Shame and Stigma 

Up in the game room (the second floor of a two story barn outfitted with an old Indianapolis 500 pinball machine, pool table, ping pong table and Ms. Pac-Man arcade game) I bonded with my brother Scott during an afternoon gobbling up monsters on Ms. Pac-Man and volleying the ping pong ball back and forth over the net, like we were kids again. He’s having a rough time in his journey to mental wellness. It’s been six months since his ten electroconvulsive shock therapy treatments at the mood disorder clinic.  The treatments did not help him, but set him back. 

For my brother the persistent and severe intrusive thoughts of suicide have not subsided, despite the inpatient hospitalizations, shock treatments, medications, support groups, individual therapy and regular church attendance. So to be with him on the second floor of the barn in the North Woods of Wisconsin playing Ms. Pac-Man and ping pong was a glorious thing. Free from padded walls, lockdown units and intravenous sedatives, we could simply be together as brother and sister competing for the highest score.

I don’t know what it’s like to live with a severe brain disease like the bipolar disorder my brother survives from everyday. But I do know that he is a survivor. Despite his debilitating illness, he volunteers by bringing a weekly twelve step meeting to the local men’s jail. When family members press him about getting more involved and active in volunteer work or getting a paid job, he says that it’s a full time job for him to take care of himself. 

Having an invisible illness like a severe brain/mood disorder often leads to this line of questioning. Since the disability is unseen, it sometimes flies under the radar at best, or at worst is denied by others. Mental illness, the argument goes, is not real because it’s “all on the head” and will go away if you really wanted it to/tried harder. Equating depression with laziness is also a common mistake, as if mental/mood disorders are moral failures or character flaws. 

Invisible diseases are physical diseases, too. More and more the conversation about mental illness is shifting with increasing emphasis on the physical nature of the disease: the brain. 

As I’ve engaged in conversations across the country about mental health since my memoir, Blessed Are the Crazy: Breaking the Silence About Mental Illness, Family and Church, came out last fall. It’s a raw accounting of my family’s struggles with severe mental illness and I have no regrets about publishing the book.

The response to the book has been incredible. It’s a conversation whose time has come. Hundreds of emails, messages, and conversations later, a few trends are worth sharing. 

1. The shame, stigma and isolation surrounding mental illness are real and worse than I first thought, especially in the church. 

2. People are ready to break the silence about their own or their loved one’s struggles with mental illness. This means there are countless brave and beautiful people out there ready to speak, needing to know we are not alone and needing people to listen compassionately and without judgement.

3. Since isolation magnifies the shame and stigma of mental illness, churches looking to do ministry can become spaces of welcome, inclusion, support and engagement for people impacted by mental illness. Given how almost all of us are effected in some direct or indirect way, it won’t be hard to find a few people to create a small group to explore starting a mental health ministry.

4. Community based mental health professionals and religious leaders can work together, collaborating to provide communities the best comprehensive spiritual and mental health care. 

5. We’ve come a long way, but have even further to go. Along the way, talking with various Christian lay leaders and pastors, I’ve heard  some questions and comments that make my heart sink and head hurt. There remains prejudice against people with mental illness, beliefs that people with mental illness are more dangerous and prone to criminal behavior. 

One pastor asked whether or not welcoming people with mental illness into his church would increase the number of sexual offenders attending church. One church leader claimed that people with mental illness need to be prevented from entering the ministry. Both individuals shared out loud opinions commonly held by many. 

Pausing from my work to play Ms. Pac-Man and ping pong with my brother for a few days on family vacation, in the midst of all of these conversations, comments and questions about mental health, was a grounding and centering experience. Hanging out with my brother, hearing about his daily struggles, reminds me of the fact that people with mental illness are more likely to be victims of prejudice, violence, abuse, neglect and injustice than people whose brains are not diseased or disordered. 

And still I keep going because he keeps going. My brother and the thousands like him living with brain disorders deserve better. Ms. Pac-Man and ping pong may be over for now, but we’ve got a lot more stigma and shame monsters to gobble up and time is running short.

  

New Revised Wild Goose Version

Underneath the fuchsia, violet, green and blue French braids, the spiky mohawks, the luxurious beards, the shaved heads and the dreadlocks…there’s something stirring within and among the gathered ones at the Wild Goose Festival. It’s not the Spiritual But Not Religious crowd. And it’s not the Nones, the Unaffilated or the Dones.

It’s something different. 

It’s what I’m calling the “New Revised Wild Goose Version” (NRWGV) of Christianity. It’s the 20 somethings who are leaving college without leaving church…they never joined in the first place.

It’s a highly intuitive, community loyal, justice focused, radically open and deeply discerning generation. 

It’s a generation best identified by what they want, rather than what they don’t want.

From my experience over the past few days in conversations at the Festival (this year themed “Blessed are the Peacemakers”) the desire is to experience authentic being and belonging, to seek deep spiritual meaning without being scrutinized, and to openly wonder without worrying the grandparents in the pews. 

It’s about spiritual journeying. It’s not about opting out of religion, but searching out all of the options. 

In the words of Thomas Merton, “Our vocation is not simply to be, but to work together with God in the creation of our own life, our own identity, our own destiny…To work out our identity in God.” 

And don’t be fooled and don’t be disheartened; this generation is not Done. They are just getting started.

There’s a New Revised Wild Goose Version of Christianity that’s taking flight. 

I witnessed, listened, cried, prayed, clapped, sang, danced, laughed and was moved by it. 

Oh, and by the way, the NRWGV seems to not be limited to 20 somethings…it’s a wonderfully intergenerational movement that’s on the loose, thanks to the courage of the first wave who walked away.

Walking out of dying or toxic churches and religious communities can actually be walking out not of faith, but in faith; trusting our intuition that tells us that what is unhealthy and destructive is not good for the soul. 
And this is very good news.