Monday, February 25, 2019

Justice in the Exam Room


The entire issue of Family Therapy News was interesting. Though it has never been a top of the charts specialty for me, I’ve collaborated on the development of a MedFT focus in graduate education, presented at various conferences on the topic, taught a course at African Christian College on the theory and practice of MedFT, published a thing or two, and helped to develop the emphasis with an AI tribe. All of those things are laid alongside my personal narrative of being in and out of hospitals when I was a kid with a dying father and a mother with numerous ailments and surgeries.

There is one thing that I think was missed in all of those articles, and maybe I just overlooked it.  That “one thing” is the cultural expression and values of the patient. Back in the previous chapter of my professional life, I was hired out of the MFT/ACU program to develop “family-oriented and culturally engaged” programming. That meant more than one person in the room and that also meant respecting, listening for, and engaging with the native culture of the patient/client in the therapy room or the exam room. I have no clue as to where these programs are these days. My sense was that those who followed me were less committed to these notions in principle and practice than we were when I joined up ten years ago.

In essence, a “family-oriented, culturally-engaged” approach to therapy and the Medical Family Therapy is radically different than the traditional approach. Family literally means more than one person in the room and culturally-engaged means connecting with and utilizing the family’s cultural strengths toward positive outcomes.

I believe that the literature speaks to the validity of both. Some conditions are especially amenable to a systemic engagement. Check out the names of Susan McDaniel, Jennifer Hodgsosn, Angela Lamson, Adam Moore, Tai Mendenhall, Russ Crane, and Jacob Christianson for examples. I also have come to believe that the healthiest of persons are those who can walk in two cultures, the one in which one is born, i.e., American Indian, Hispanic, Muslim, etc., and the one in which one lives, i.e., the “dominant culture,” or the white world.  This obviously goes against the grain of much of the rhetoric in public places and spaces these days.

My work in the MedFT world for the AI tribe was that of “consultant” to the physicians in family practice or internal medicine, amongst others. I recall the day in which I was called in to consult with an older AI woman who was not compliant in taking her medications. Though it took a while to figure out what she was thinking and feeling and doing, it became clear that we had missed her worldview. She was “going across the river” and consulting a medicine man from another tribe and getting treatment through those means.

To back up a step or two, I had been observing for about seven years the underlying messages of Indian people. The categories get very complicated, but here are a few. A phenotypically white person with AI status who identifies as AI with a low level of cultural engagement, and a low desire to become more engaged. Or, there was the phenotypically brown skin AI with a high identity, a low level of cultural engagement, and a high desire to be more engaged. Or, there could be a phenotypically white person with a high degree of cultural engagement and a high desire to be more engaged. Imagine those categories, with highs and lows in each and you begin to see complexities. Then, multiple that times the number of AI tribes, and you get even more complexity.

We then designed a 39-item enculturation scale which could be pared down and used in all settings as a “screening inventory.” Why? By doing so, we would then know things related to identity and cultural engagement and respond medically and therapeutically in appropriate ways.

I remember the day when a young clinician was troubled with how to treat a case of an acting out adolescent. We discussed who else lived in the house or was part of the family.  The clinician invited in grandmother who simply had to say something like “straighten up and fly right,” and the kid starting behaving.

So, I think there is a gross injustice when we fail to think family-orientation with problems. I think there is a gross miscarriage of justice when we fail to consider the cultural themes of the person and her or his family coming in to see us.

I think that justice means get the training in both. Engage both. In those ways, we bring about a correction to the injustice that dominates peoples’ lives. The break in shalom is corrected by hearing well and treating well.

Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Words Matter, Words Remembered


The words in italics below are lifted directly out of interviews with African American farmers. They still ring in my head. I hope they will do the same for you. 

 Words matter.

“We are going to sell you out.”

Words matter.

“Too big for their britches.”

Words matter.

 “Smart ass niggers.”

Words matter.

“Well, we’ve been flying these flags all these many years and we’re not taking them down.”

Words matter.

“I can’t let you have no more money and I’m gonna sell you out.”

Words matter.

“You know I was called to come by here and get this tractor.”

Words matter.

“You may as well go home. I’m not going to lend you any money.”

Words matter.

“Yes, there’s moneys in here, but there’s none in here for you all.”

Words matter.

“Go out to MJ’s house and look at the tractors that he got sittin’ in his yard because we’re gonna sell him out and you can get either one of them.”

Words matter.

“Either you participate with what I’m telling you that I’m gonna do or either I’m gonna put you outta bidness.”

Words matter.

“I’m gonna put your money in my pocket and I’m gonna put you outta bidness.”

Words matter.

“What you gonna do with that kind of money? You don’t need that kinda money. What you gonna do with it?”

Words matter.

“They kept talkin’ about they gonna sell me out, sell me out…..wanted to sell me out.”

Words matter.

“We can’t finance you anymore.”

Words matter.

“It’s instilled in my children right now. It’s in my children. It’s got my children. Yeah, I’m about to go into tears cause this is a sad situation. It’s got my children so that they don’t want to go into a business of their own because they seen the suffering that I have endured to provide for my family. See? They don’t have to go through that, see?”

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Children of Removal by Joshua Hinson, Citizen, Chickasaw Nation

The following post is offered here with permission from Joshua Hinson. He is my oldest son and a citizen of the Chickasaw Nation which means that he has an ancestor who was on the Dawes Commission Rolls. In his case, the enrollee was his maternal great grandmother. Joshua seldom wades into the waters of politics as he knows that by and large folks have already cast their political lots and will not be persuaded otherwise. The latest outbursts between the current resident of the White House and one of his sons and their racist comments toward Senator Elizabeth Warren were apparently more than he could tolerate. He, then, posted the following on his Facebook page. When Joshua speaks, I pay attention.


We are the children of Removal.
Not a day goes by that we are not reminded in some way of that fact - a memory lost, a lesson unlearned, a place never visited, bones disinterred.
We are the children of Removal.

Our conversations are all too often in conducted in English, even our gnashing of teeth is in that strained speech. The words fall clumsily out of mouths - mouths meant for another tongue.
Not a day goes by that we don’t wish the old ones were all still here to help us pick it up again.
We are the children of Removal.
You use our collective sorrow as political slings and arrows against her - you’ll meet her on the TRAIL, you said. She may not be one of us, but we too understand manipulation and coercion and being placed in seemingly impossible circumstances. But we also understand the English word ‘fight’.
We are the children of Removal.
Long after you are laid to rest, long after your bones are mouldering in the ground, when all your hubris and lies and vanity have come home to roost, we’ll still be here. We’ll be dancing on our sacred grounds, singing songs in that old language - the language that survived the terrible march over that TRAIL.
As you and Old Hickory dance a devil’s fiddle tune, we’ll holler our war calls and dance harder toward that ever-present, leftward fire.
When you are forgotten, we will still be here.
We are the children of Removal.
Lokosh
Chikashsh_i_yaakni’
11 February 2019

Friday, February 8, 2019

Pondering Love and to What End


Pondering love
Beginning to end
Where does it start
How does it spin.

How is it learned
What do people do
When love is the rule
And it runs through and through.

What conditions
Are placed in the equation
And what about us
Are part of the divine reclamation.

It comes from God
Or so I am told
Will I still believe this
When I am cranky and old.

Love for a wife
Love for a child
Love for a friend
Ugliness exiled.

Love for a nation
Love for a people
Love for family
Those under the steeple.

Love on display
Toward what end
Is justice just a dream
Upon which we ascend.

Love that is real
Is not about me
I am just the voice
Of all that I see.

Love for the lonely
Love for the oppressed
Love for the hungry
Those who are not very blessed.

Love is a thought
Love is a prayer
Love is a deed
That goes out somewhere.

Love that is learned
Love that is shown
Love that is real
From seeds that are sown.