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Showing posts with label blackboys. Show all posts
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Wednesday, October 14, 2015

My fear for young Black boys

As many of you know, I have plans to adopt at some point. My first feeling is that it will be an African American boy, and from foster care. The reasons are a whole ‘nother blog post. Once that became clear to me, other realities did also. It’s in the forefront as we face our racial struggle in America with young black males and the relationship to law enforcement and the alarmingly high percentage of young black males in prison.

This post is not a thesis or academic piece so I’m not going to reference everywhere or make this formal. This post is simply to express some very real concerns I have regarding young black boys today and particularly the impact of autism and social language disorders. Firstly, I’m fearful for our boys. Before you click away because you’ve heard this on the news and disagree, hear me out. I work in the trenches. I’m not influenced by media – I think it’s biased and works to create a direr and more skewed side in cases. I also know there are cases they do not share that would be educational in topics. I grew up voting Republican. I grew up with many prejudices against young black men. See, hear me out. I have something to say. I’m coming from the little that I know – but my personal experience and what I see. As Dr. Leah Gunning Francis so beautifully and simply stated, “our eyes cannot unsee what they have seen.”

I do both speech and language (SLP) and behavior therapies (BCBA). I work with all races and ages who have language, social and behavioral impairments secondary to syndromes, autism, delay with no etiology, you name it. I’ve worked privately, in non-profit and in school districts. Daily, I address behaviors which are aggressive in nature, much of which is due to a lack of communication or deficits in social language processing. Who do I worry about most right now? Young boys with autism and other pragmatic (social language) disorders. Particularly, I worry about OUR young black boys.

As I looked into the creamy brown eyes of one of my clients, I feared for him. This delicious, full-of-life, sweet, hug-you-til-you-drop boy with brown skin who has a significant impairment will someday be out in the world. When he begins to drive and gets pulled over for something, will he understand what the officer asks of him? Will the language be simple enough? Will the officer repeat his question louder or will he rephrase assuming a lack of comprehension? If my client is faced with a gun, will he run like he does when he’s afraid or doesn’t understand how to navigate a situation? Will the officer shoot, assuming evading the situation due to guilt?  

Will my client be “out-talked” or misled to admission of guilt? When many of my clients can’t understand the language or the higher level of processing it requires, they default to agreeing with me. They take my perspective and use my words. It’s easier. They just don’t always have the resources to allocate to navigate the question, especially when in distress, or they yell “no” over and over and over again just to get the questions to stop. They can no longer listen – they need it to simply stop. Language can be overwhelming. When the language doesn’t stop When we don’t stop talking/interrogating/questioning, they can lash out. For some, a physical reaction is the only way that has been successful for them in conveying thoughts and feelings. We haven’t respected their words. Further impairments result in their brains not sending out that signal that we often get that says “not such a good idea right now!” in response to whatever action we are thinking about.  I wonder in times like this: Can we just take a break and come back later?

With autism, many individuals have difficulty processing language. If an officer asks something as simple as “Can I see your license and registration?” will that individual truthfully and wholeheartedly say no? NOT because they wouldn’t grant permission but because they think literally. No, the officer cannot “see” the license because it is housed in his wallet or glovebox or somewhere else, out of sight. This individual would take it out if he had been told, “give me your driver’s license.” Or what happens if he processes this and reaches over to the glovebox to take it out?? Does he lack theory of mind which tells him that the officer’s brain is going to give him the perspective of “reaching for a gun?”

With a growing number of individuals diagnosed with autism, we have to be prepared for this. I know several police departments have welcomed specialized training in autism – recognizing it, responding to it, and keeping those individuals safe. Thank you to those departments and officers who reach out and respond to such trainings. It’s a learning process for all of us.

We know the percentage of language disorders among prison populations is much higher than the general population. We know many don’t have the eloquent language to finesse their ways through interviews, the “vague” language to use in order to avoid being misled. What if we taught them their Miranda rights in plain simple English? I promise you that many have no idea what they are being read. It’s spoken too fast for comprehension and for processing for immediate and future repercussions. Is it also provided in writing for those with auditory verbal processing disorders? I believe in consequences (the right one) and getting “the bad guy” but I also believe in suspects understanding so that we CAN get the “right guy.”

I also feel strongly about officers. I’ve grown up respecting law enforcement and will continue to do so. I know of so many personal and safety sacrifices they make in order to keep us safe and to do what is right. I also know that MOST are making up for lost time and reputation due to a minority of “bad cops.” Those poor representatives of what law enforcement is and should be are strewn all over our TV screens leading us to believe that they speak for the majority. We know it, officers. A few bad ones cannot overshadow the majority of good.

We have a lot of intelligent “bad guys” in prison, I get that too. I’m only particularly worried about those with language disorders and pervasive delays such as autism. This can also apply to our immigrants with limited English skills and lack of cultural fluency in this country. It’s personal to me in so many ways.

Look at this sweet face who is now a (semi) young Black male
freshly immersed in American culture 
Luba made it more personal & more tangible to me


I guess I keep thinking of how can we all work together? Parents, therapists, mental health professionals, law enforcement, teachers, and the list goes on…..how can we make the world safe for officers and youth? Perhaps as Dr. Leah Gunning Francis also pointed out, we should bring in the parents. No panel on TV has a mom as part of the discussion. I can’t believe I never noticed this as I’ve watched mostly MEN who are political and highly educated argue over the cases at hand. Moms of black boys, come to the table. We need you.

This is just the tip of the iceberg but I hope the next time you watch a police shooting clip, you don’t immediately think “he shouldn’t have resisted arrest” or say “well, he ran.” I know some of you think them, I have in the past. I had “until me eyes could not unsee what they have seen.” If we can all think and process more holistically, can we find more ways to refine the process? Can we not respond in an exasperated manner because these “thugs” we see on TV were once young black boys who smile, dance, hug you til you drop, giggle, and hope? I would venture to say that they never set out to disappoint, to be imprisoned, to be failed in our public schools and special education system.

The first step, I believe, is to listen. I didn't believe a lot of this actually happened (HOW? I still ask) until I saw it and until Luba came. I'm hopeful. Together, we can. 

Love,
Danielle