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The Medical Psychiatric Industrial Complex and Not-Reform Reform

So I’ve had big plans for this post.  I wanted to write a definition of the Medical Psychiatric Industrial Complex (MPIC).  I keep sitting down to write and not getting anywhere, so I’m trying to figure out what that’s all about.

I think of definitions as living, breathing, growing, changing things, so it’s not like I was expecting to write the ULTIMATE definition of the MPIC.  I do think that naming what we are up against gives us power in resisting it (thank you, Ursula Le Guin, for writing a whole world that is based on that idea), and in the writing’s coming out of healing justice organizing, I have yet to see a beginning definition of this monster.  People write about the Medical Industrial Complex, the prioritizing of profit over people but I think that there is so much more to it than that.  Every time I sit down to write this, my internet research turns up about 80 gazillion more examples that show what the MPIC is all about.  And every time I interact with healthcare as a client/patient/careseeker or as a practitioner/health worker, I experience about 80 gazillion more examples.  It’s huge and insidious–how to narrow all that down to something readable?

But I want to add SOMETHING to the conversation, analysis, and clarity we need to create a movement that resists the Medical Psychiatric Industrial Complex, so here’s a work-in-progress.  Tell me what you think, what’s missing, what’s missing the point, what needs to be added, what your experiences have been, how you talk about/understand all this:

Recently, some documents were released via the Freedom of Information Act showing the FBI’s covert role in advocating for Secure Communities (S-Comm) as part of a larger initiative to collect biometric data on, well, everyone.  The documents released show a bunch of disturbing info, including that the FBI views S-Comm as the first step in their “Next Generation Identification Surveillance Project.”   Jessica Karp of the National Day Laborer’s Organizing Network explained: “NGI is the next generation Big Brother. It’s a backdoor route to a national ID, to be carried not in a wallet, but within the body itself.”

It sounds wicked sci-fi: a world where facial and iris recognition technologies are used for everything from accessing your bank account to your CORI to your kid’s daycare bill.  It’s also the logical progression of the Medical Psychiatric Industrial Complex—our bodies have been and are used against us in so many ways.  The use of our own bodies as sites of surveillance increases the links between the MPIC and the Prison Industrial Complex.  It’s not the only place where these overlap:

The Young Women’s Empowerment Project in Chicago, a social justice organizing project run by and for girls (including trans girls) and young women (including trans women) who are or have been involved in the sex trade and street economy, conducted their own participatory action research project and published a report called “Girls Do What They Have To Do To Survive.”    They found that girls consistently name medical and psychiatric professionals as not just NOT providing them with the help they need but also actively hurting them.  They wrote:

 “The individual violence that girls experience is enhanced by the institutional violence that they experience from systems and         services. The violence included emotional and verbal abuse as well as exclusion from, or mistreatment by, services. Traditional places of safety and protection are not available to them.

  1. Girls are denied help from systems such as DCFS, police and the legal system, hospitals, shelters, and drug treatment programs because of their involvement in the sex trade, because they are trans girls or because they are queer, because they are young, because they are homeless, and because they use drugs. “Girls in the sex trade face exclusion and neglect when accessing shelter and other services.”

[….]

Health care providers were also identified by girls as being unethical. We heard many stories from girls going to the emergency room or to a doctor and being placed in psychiatric units just because they were in the sex trade, transgender or were thought to be self injuring.”

The medical and psychiatric systems are intimately related: we know that we can’t separate our health out by body, mind, spirit.  The Catholic Church knows that, too: they’ve got people’s spirits which means they’ve also got people’s bodies under their control.   We would be served to talk more about those linked systems because they are linked as our physical and emotional/mental healths are linked.  They are as linked as going to the ER can get you enmeshed in one or both systems at the same time, as the same pharmaceutical companies are controlling both, the same med schools are training practitioners to believe in their own authority over our knowledge of our own bodies.  Ultimately, they are two of the regulating institutions that dictate what is “normal,” what is “acceptable,” how we are supposed to be.  Two of the institutions that are supposedly about helping us, but really rarely are.

And then there’s also the genital mutilation of intersex babies at the hands of medical people, the attempt to turn ERs into ICE checkpoints in Arizona, incarcerated women giving birth while shackled, medical violence against people with disabilities , public health’s roots in eugenics, anti-immigrant policies, white supremacy, ableism, and state-enforced definitions of “normalcy,” “sanitation,” and “hygiene,” the healthcare crisis in Gaza resulting from the blockade of needed supplies and the bombing of hospitals by Israel, a recent move to place kids in the foster care system because they are fat, the denial of healthcare to incarcerated folks, making organ donation a condition of parole, the use of reproductive control against communities of color, the denial of needed care to transgender people, poor people, incarcerated people, young people, old people, women, people of color, undocumented people, disabled people, fat people, just to name a few examples…

The Medical Psychiatric Industrial Complex is every move that the state, corporations, and the people in power make that target our bodies, our ability to define health and wellness for ourselves and to attempt to live it.  It is rape culture embedded in hospitals, in clinics, in the brains of healthcare providers.  The MPIC controls and silences us, it eradicates traditional and community-based systems of healing and healers, makes us feel like we know nothing about our own bodies, like we have no choices, like we are machines that can be fixed by protocols.  It is about health as the opposite of self-determination and empowerment, which, if you ask me, is no health at all.    It’s overt and more subtle.  We are disempowered and we are killed.

Our visions of our bodies, of what healing/health/wellness look like have all been shaped by the same people who consider fatness a reason to deny someone healthcare, who consider women of color in the Global South to be expendable research subjects, who see hospitals as a way to increase surveillance of marginalized folks, who feel no qualms about literally getting under our skins and into our bones, governing how we live our lives, how we relate to our very own selves, bodies, hearts, minds, spirits, and people.

And yet, despite  all this, despite the stories I hear and my own experiences and numb parts, I still think about going to school to get some kind of license that would let me practice within this whole mess.  So I’ve got big questions about how to do that in a way that feels ethical and just, that doesn’t collude with the MPIC and the harm it perpetrates.  Like what do we do about the fact that the same MPIC also saves lives?  Also provides pharmaceuticals that help people survive and can even help make life more worth living?   Can we actually support the growth of community care while working on the inside?

I’m struck with the prison abolition concept of not-reform reform.  In the context of prison abolition, it means how do we support reform that makes things better for people who are currently incarcerated but that does not support the growth/expansion of the PIC.  So, for example, the demands of the incarcerated folks hunger-striking in California, like better food and an end to long-term solitary confinement, would make people’s lives better but do not support the growth of the Prison Industrial Complex.  That is the kind of reform we need.  On the other hand, the construction of so-called gender responsive prisons led to prison expansion while supposedly making the system more able to meet the needs of women.  That is not the kind of reform we need.

I wonder what it looks like to transfer that concept to the MPIC. True, the MPIC is different from the Prison Industrial Complex and the Military Industrial Complex—we don’t just want a world in which prisons and the military are separate from corporations, we want a world without prisons and the military, period.  However, we don’t want a world without medicine, period.  Yes, we want to uplift wellness-oriented, community-based healing justice.  I want us all to be empowered individually and collectively to attend more to the health of our bodies, minds, and spirits, to have access to the resources and information and choices we need.   I also want there to be surgeons.   Is that even possible?  I sure hope so.

 

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mirroring resilience

When I feel the lowest, the craziest, the farthest from capable and who I want to be, all I want to do is immerse myself in stories.  Like I want to go from listening to Harry Potter on CD in my car directly to watching bad TV on my computer directly to reading some completely engrossing young adult speculative fiction novel (which right now, ps, is The Shadow Speaker by Nnedi Okorafor-Mbachu—highly recommended).  I want to be immersed in stories that are not mine, in realities that are comprehensive and full, in worlds that I can relate to but that are clearly, starkly different from my day-to-day.

It is hard to talk about having a hard time because like with so many other things in our world, we are taught that there is a distinctive mental health binary.  There are crazy people and there are normal people.  If we are capable of functioning, putting one foot in front of the other most of the time, then we are of the sane half of the world and we work like hell to distance ourselves from everyone else: THOSE people who just can’t seem to hold themselves together.  It’s a fear thing, like so much interpersonal oppression– we try to distance ourselves so that we don’t see ourselves reflected in people who we have been taught to look down on.  And, of course, there is a huge, powerful, well-funded system behind it that tries to keep us in line—it’s the psychiatric part of the medical-psychiatric industrial complex–the definitions of normal and crazy created by those in power to fit themselves.  The pharmaceutical companies that try to convince us that drugs will fix problems so obviously caused by poverty, bias, and violence, the institutions that work to isolate us and convince us  that it is all in our heads, that we should never talk about our feelings and hard times except  to people we (or our insurance) pay to listen, that we are permanently broken and alone, and if we let on to anyone how broken we truly are, they will mock and shun and hurt us like they do the people who can’t hide their crazy.  It’s just you.  It’s just you.  It’s just you.

Everyone I have ever met struggles sometimes.  Experiences of trauma and oppression compound hard times so we interact with them differently based on our experiences, what tools we have available to us, what support we can mobilize within and around us.  The root of the word health is wholeness.  Wholeness is something we all find glimpses of in different ways, at different moments, as we try to keep our heads on our shoulders on our chests on our bellies on our thighs on our calves on our feet on the ground.  I deeply believe that wholeness involves the insides and the outsides of ourselves: it is body-mind-spirit-community-ecosystem-world.  Working towards health is working towards collective liberation because it has to be, because to be whole takes all of us, together.   No one’s crazy is an individual problem with an individual solution, because what could possibly be whole about one person, all alone?  To me, health only exists within movements and communities struggling for justice, dignity, and self-determination—without collective struggle, we are all just some kind of sick in a sick, sick world.

What would it truly look like for the work of mental health to be the work of centering those of us most marginalized by psychiatric oppression/individualized normalcy/crazy?  As opposed to a politics of inclusion/exclusion where we leave the most marginalized of our people behind, claiming we will pull them up later, what if we practice what Dean Spade calls “trickle-up social justice?”  If we work to center the voices, work, and power of those most oppressed among us, we will all benefit, unlike the fallacy of trickle-down economics by which the privileged compound their own privilege, over and over again.  Trickle-up social justice when it comes to mental health justice means we center the resilience and resistance of moms who are surveilled by welfare and are threatened with the loss of their kids because they sometimes have days when they are too depressed to get out of bed, of transgender and gender non-conforming homeless folks whose trauma is compounded every day by violence they experience and fight back against but who are diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic because so many psychiatrists can’t imagine that such realities exist, kids who are so unsafe in their homes that they have to split themselves into a million parts just to survive.    Mental health justice depends on  dignity and self-determination when it comes to support and healing, understands what goes on in our minds is intimate, private, belonging to us alone and also a crucial part of movement building, and does not allow for simple categories like normal versus crazy.

It’s crucial that we see mental health as a collective struggle as opposed to an individual problem.  It’s really hard to see how to do this, given how important it is for us to choose when and how to share our most internal experiences.  I think that one way we start is by beginning to name our own resiliences: to recognize, talk about, honor, and share the really smart and brave coping mechanisms we have developed to get us through.  Of course they are so individual and based on our particular context that they may not be useful to many other people, but just the fact of the naming that we are all resilient and all have things we practice that make us feel better when we are feeling our worst is revolutionary.

An example: Since I was seven years old, I read speculative fiction when I feel crappy.  It’s probably the practice I have engaged in for the longest at the bleakest times.  It’s an ingrained thing in me now: when I can barely get myself out of bed, when all I want to do is stare at the wall, I can open some book that will transport me to some other world in which magic and intuition are lived and named and respected and I can get through the day.   Stories help us practice things without having to take such big risks as it can sometimes be to try things out in “real” life.  They can be like cushions or training wheels or holding a really good friend’s hand, so that we can try out what it feels like to think or feel or enact certain things that seem scary or overwhelming or just plain impossible.

Speculative fiction develops and strengthens our imaginations, which we need in order to vision and dream the world we are trying to create.   It lifts us up out of The Way Things Are and creates enough space for us to imagine a world centered on dignity and self-determination, a world that so often feels so far away from the one we live in.  For me, the hardest days are often connected to when the world we want/need/imagine/create feels the most unattainable, so any tiny space for possibility helps me breathe.  Our assumptions about what is stuck and what is moveable are completely unsettled when we engage with talking animals, omniscient technology, and the rise and fall of civilizations so like and so unlike our own.  This allows us to come up with new resistance strategies and maybe, just maybe, to remember the moments in our lives we often dismiss as not real, the times when we listened to our intuition even when it felt “crazy,” the moments when we did talk to animals…

I think that another part of what draws me to stories when I am having a hard time is their predictable arc, meaning something bad happens to one of the main characters and then it is resolved, unraveled.  Even if everything is not all the way better, some crisis is averted or some conflict is satisfactorily closed.  There is finality, the ebb and flow of hard times and struggle, the reaching of solutions and conclusions.  There is the end of the chapter or the episode or the whole damn book and I can breathe again.  There is some feeling in my body that comes with the end of a good story, like the door has been closed and my mind is quiet and I can just be still for a few moments while the ripples emerge outward from some central point in me.    I feel it in my body, this quiet returning to what is around me from the other worlds I have been soaking myself in.  We don’t get that much in the “real” world.  The injustices that surround and enmesh and ensnare us usually don’t leave us with moments that feel like resolution, in which the energy and fight we mobilized is allowed to move through us and come to some sort of temporary end, closure, a place that we can notice as stillness, a place to move back into the circle again.

Our bodies are equipped with mirror neurons: we experience the same electrical transmissions and connections when we imagine or watch something happening as when we actually experience it.  If I imagine myself typing on my computer, neurons fire in the same places as if I were actually typing.  Mirror neurons are thought to be a big part of how we develop language, how we empathize with other people, how we practice and learn.  Because our nervous system doesn’t really differentiate between the things we live and the things we witness, it also doesn’t distinguish between what we live and what we imagine.  This means that when we dive into story, immerse ourselves in fantastical worlds, our bodies and minds are learning what it feels like to have arc, release, conclusions, and triumphs, the way that stories so often do.

Trauma steals from us this exact ability:  we get stuck in an unresolved stress response (fight, flight, freeze, appease, or dissociate) and never get to experience the release that would allow us to move away from that.  Our reactions to trauma (oppression included as a kind of trauma) are really smart and brave and protect us from situations that we perceive as life-threatening.  However, over time when we get stuck in this place, we isolate ourselves, we get sick, we have a hard time moving forward, trusting, listening, being our fullest and most authentic and loving selves.   We can heal in many ways, but the healing modality(modalities) called “Somatics” names that one of the ways we heal, learn connection, and develop awareness of ourselves is by learning to notice what it feels like it our bodies when we feel bad and also what it feels like in our bodies when we feel neutral, calm, good.  According to somatics, this process is called pendulation (as we naturally swing like a pendulum between being triggered and being calm)—and the more we learn to track what pendulation feels like in our bodies, the more we can fully inhabit ourselves.  It’s like the process of developing awareness about injustice and oppression in the world: as we pay more attention and grow our understanding of what is going on to, for, and around us, we can struggle in ways that are more comprehensive, deep, and aimed at the roots of things.  The more aware of ourselves we are, the deeper our healing can be and the more healing we have to offer to the people around us. (For way more articulate explanations of trauma, somatics, tracking and collective liberation, check out Vanissar Tarakali’s blog and Generative Somatics.)

So for me, stories help me learn to ground myself more, to practice moving through crisis and stress and triggers to release and calm.  It is a practice, this learning to notice what resolution and ease feel like.  It is a practice, engaging with fantastical worlds to figure out how to move through this one.  In the space of dreaming and visioning that stories give me, their respite and illumination, it seems to me they are also teaching me some lessons about embodiment, about what it can feel like to heal ourselves, our communities, and our world.

Through learning how to be whole together we learn how to be whole ourselves.  Through learning how to be whole ourselves we learn how to be whole together.

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values and truths, or my chief complaint is oppression

So it all started when I got obsessed with Grey’s Anatomy.    I don’t watch that much TV, but when I do, I can get wrapped up in melodramatic plot lines like the way a cat can get into a ball of yarn.  There are some really smart critiques of it out there already, but what about  the ways that doctors depicted on TV shape how we relate to our own healthcare? As a health worker committed to untangling the lines, lessons, wisdoms, and scars we all carry in our bodies, as well as deciphering the impacts of trauma and oppression on individual and collective illness/wellness, this latest incarnation of The Heroic Doctor Show fascinated me.

Pop culture is a collective story.   It not only reflects dominant culture, but shapes it by embedding its stories, myths, and tales in our individual and collective heads.  Humans love stories, we are social, we like to tell each other what our days were like, we like to share words and names.   We tell each other stories as the basis of interaction, communication, figuring things out together, and just knowing what’s up in each other’s lives.  Stories are a foundation of community and of our selves.  We tell stories in order to understand our experiences.  The telling of stories is a way we actively make sense of our worlds.

The way stories spin out of television is obviously different than the way they come to us out of the mouths of our friends, families, communities.  We don’t get to talk back in any kind of meaningful way.  Sure, we can and do yell at our screens, but… Pop culture presents its stories as definitive: as normal, natural, trumping all of our individual experiences.  It tells us what our world is like, as opposed to asking us how we experience it.  It is the difference between speaking WITH and being spoken TO.  It is the difference between a conversation and a performance of which we are always and only the audience.  So the stories that the racist, sexist, heteronormative, classist, ableist media industry decides are worthy are portrayed on television.  The rest of our stories are invisible.

And we believe it—contrary to everything most of us experience daily, we believe what television tells us: that people can pull themselves up by their bootstraps, that being fat is about a disgusting lack of self-control, that young men of color are just waiting to kill all of us, including those of us who are young men of color ourselves.  Television’s insidious ability to wrap itself around our subconscious and deeply affect how we think is well-known: it is the basis for advertising.  Mainstream media is one of the primary tools that embeds white supremacy, heteropatriarchy, ableism, and capitalism into the cores of us.  It is a huge part of normalizing such an unjust system as the one we live, making invisible the privilege some of us receive at the expense of others, permitting the violence around us to go on.  It tells us which stories are true and which are not, or at least not worth paying attention to.   All of this shapes us, and therefore, the stories we tell about ourselves and each other.

So it’s a small leap to realize that the way hospitals, doctors, and the healthcare industry are depicted on television shapes how we interact with and perceive them.  Meaning medical dramas on TV affect how we think of our own bodies, capacities for healing, what we need in order to get well.  They shape our understandings of ourselves as people who interact with healthcare, creating  a world in which healthcare is done TO us, in which we receive it, in which we passively wait for doctors to cure us, to fix us, in which we give up our own intrinsic wholeness.     Grey’s Anatomy and other shows teach us to value a mainstream medicine that is high-intervention—meaning surgery, elaborate technology over wellness care, prevention, holistic medicines.

When I started watching Grey’s Anatomy, I started thinking about all the ways that we get information and form ourselves, our relationships to our own bodies and the bodies of others, our relationships to healing, to the healthcare system, to those we turn to for advice or authority or expertise or support, or some confusing combination of all those things.   Television is just one way, but it’s big.  We watch these shows, the many medical dramas around us, and we think, oh, it’s a little glamorous.  Patients are objects.  Doctors are just having hot sex and romantic escapades with each other all the time.  They are so sympathetic and sweet and well-intentioned.  We ask dumb questions.   We are moments that are either dull or life-changing in their stories.  The center of the healthcare experience is the doctor, the doctor, the doctor.  It’s not just that doctors star in the world of medical dramas: they star in real, live healthcare as well.

When I worked as a medical assistant at a community clinic, the paperwork I filled out every day included a space for writing the “chief complaint” of whoever was seeking medical care with us.  This terminology is commonly used in medical settings in the United States.    Complaint implies not fact, untruth, something that is subjective.   Everything I wrote down from the “patient’s” perspective was qualified with “patient states…”  Everything that was written by a doctor or nurse practitioner, even a medical assistant or nurse (lower on the hierarchy of knowledge) was stated as fact, as if it were objectively known, indisputable.  This most basic, taken-for-granted word choice matters.  It implicitly sets up a framework in which some people’s stories are more valuable/valued than others.  Some realities are just more real.

This plays out in concrete ways that affect our health and well-being, historically and currently.  Health disparities exist for many different reasons, but evidence and experience tells us that doctors don’t listen to most of us, in large part because of power and privilege differences.    Research has shown over and over again that doctors treat different clients differently based on perceptions and experiences of privilege and oppression. Doctors spend less time with, prescribe life-saving treatments less often, answer fewer questions from, and communicate differently with patients from marginalized communities. (In this link, check out especially the study called  “Physician communication style may depend on characteristics of breast cancer patients”.)

Most of us also know this from shitty doctor’s office experiences, when we haven’t been believed or listened to, when our knowledge of our own bodies has been questioned, when we have been talked down to, when no one has even taken the time to explain to us what is going on, when we have been subjected to things to which we did not consent.  Those of us who do not fit society’s ideal of the perfect body (white, straight, cis, male, rich, able-bodied, etc.) receive different care, different diagnoses, different treatments.  Our “complaints” more often go unheard because they are treated as just that, complaints.  Medicine is not objective: doctors exist in this racist, sexist, classist, homophobic, and ableist society just like the rest of us.  Their enactment of oppression and ignoring of our stories when we turn to them for care has killed and harmed marginalized communities and individuals for centuries.   The medical industry is just one more system that works violence, oppression, and trauma against our communities.

As a white person, I have been taught that I can trust doctors/the healthcare industry, but as a fat person, I avoid going to the doctor because of the ways I know serious things will be attributed to my weight as opposed to what’s really going.  A podiatrist wouldn’t treat me for a disabling foot problem unless I returned twenty pounds lighter.  One time I got a letter from my doctor’s office (ahem, Kaiser) saying that I had all the symptoms of Metabolic Syndrome, a precursor to Type 2 Diabetes.  The symptom set includes elevated blood cholesterol levels, blood pressure, and blood sugar levels.  I checked the numbers and saw that both my blood cholesterol and blood pressure were well within the normal limits, low even.  Because of my weight, I got sent a form letter claiming that I had a serious health condition that I didn’t actually have.  These are pretty small examples, compared to legacies and current practices of misdiagnosing, experimenting on, and denying people treatment in really severe and fatal ways, but it proves the same point.  Doctors have been actively taught to not listen to us: our stories have no value as compared with their interpretation of lab numbers, our appearance, what they expect our problems to be based on assumptions and stereotypes manufactured by oppressive systems.  It’s one of the problems with evidence-based medicine, but that’s another post.

This extends to our collective experiences too: the healthcare industry is not accountable to us and our health needs.  Controlled by corporate/pharmaceutical funding, when was the last time a hospital asked the people living around it what they most needed before constructing a new wing or starting some new research?  Someone, tell me please, if you can see any concrete ways in which the mainstream healthcare industry tries to be responsible to the communities it supposedly serves.

There is a new movement in mainstream medicine that has to do with listening more.  I remember an old co-worker telling me that she chose which med school she was going to because they had started having classes in which they teach doctors to listen to their patients.  How novel.  Narrative medicine is the academic discipline related to valuing the stories that patients bring with them into the doctor’s office as real and true and worth listening to.  Sure, that is all great and should be encouraged, but I think it still misses the point.  Even on Grey’s Anatomy they have a lot of conversations about listening to patients, some lip service to valuing our experiences and feelings.   Truly listening, hearing, and respecting stories includes owning up to the ways you have and continue to mess up.  It’s not enough to just start listening today, without unpacking the ways in which your personal experiences of privilege make you literally unable to hear what other people are saying and while still not being accountable to the trauma, violence, and oppression that the mainstream healthcare system has done.  What about the forced sterilization of women of color throughout the U.S. and led by the U.S. around the globe?  What about the invention of the speculum through violent, unconsensual experimentation on women in slavery?  What would it look like for doctors/healthcare providers to be accountable to oppression and violence that has been literally enacted by their own hands?

I want it all.  I want healthcare that meets our needs and I want us to create our own autonomous systems of healing.  Part of health/healing justice looks like those who provide healthcare actually listening to and respecting all of us.  There is no way to actually hear us without being committed to developing a healthcare that is actively struggling against racism, sexism, ableism, transphobia, classism, and homophobia.  When we take for granted the framework and language of mainstream healthcare and the oppressive systems intertwined with it, there is no way that we can hear what is really being said or work towards creating safer spaces where we want to start sharing our stories in the first place.

Part of health/healing justice also looks like us learning to trust and value our own stories and experiences, the wisdom in our bodies and minds.  It looks like sharing our truths and listening to others as a way of healing, living more deeply in our bodies, being able to trace the outlines of our own scars.  As the brilliant Adrienne Maree Brown writes,

“in my experience the best storytelling is the best organizing…it’s rooted in a truth people have experienced, has some magic in it and something to long for, and a moment of beauty. but it is co-created as it is lived, no one can see the end of it. that allows people to stay in the present moment, and attend to the work before them with intention, seeing the story unfold with themselves in it, rather than directed, with themselves just outside the frame.

I see truth and magic and beauty in the many medicines we can and do and will create, medicines that are by and for us and our communities, that challenge oppression wherever it exists, that allow us space to truly heal from our trauma and our grief, that support us in building ourselves up, that unfold with our stories, with our lives.

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