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You Might Be Living with Trauma and Not Even Know It
I was shot when I was nine. I say that now like it’s just a fact. A footnote. A thing that happened. But the truth is—my body still remembers. The metal pellets are still there, wrapped around my spine like silent witnesses. For years, I wore a colostomy bag, limped...
Black Women Mental Health Institute
Dr. Artie C. Nelson, MD, Child, Adolescent and Family Psychiatrist in Birmingham, AL, was a guiding light for my longing professional heart. He presented his humous family style stories. I hardly heard a word. I simply marveled at his laidback patients, his...
Who is Human in America? A Question Answered by Those Who Wrote the Constitution of The United States
Tombstone of Prince Eiland Prince Eiland, my maternal great, great grandfather who was born in 1834 would have been counted as 3/5 of a human being for the first 34 years of his life in America. My maternal great grandfather, Jack Brown, who was...
Three Things You Can Do Today to Address Unconscious Bias in Medicine
Don’t present as ignorant to Blacks. Many Blacks are aware of the contributions made to the field of medicine by Black medical professionals, scholars, and thousands of Black bodies. You have to do your research; read about the struggle as well as the achievements of...
Addressing White Saviorism and How To Be A True Ally to Black and Brown People
I want to be extremely specific in helping white people address their persistent itch to improve conditions for our black children. The traditional methods of doing a little community service work to uplift the downtrodden, has not been effective. There are still...
The Midwives’ Go & Show Bag
The most treasured and most essential cargo--a black leather satchel containing the tools of Granny’s trade--bounced in bed of the wagon. The bag contained all things cleaned and freshly-boiled to the point of sterilization: Sharon Holly, University of Alabama,...
Granny Midwives Part 1
It was Christmas Eve December 24, 1932, in a Shelby County coal mining town called Calera, Alabama. Like a streak of black light Granny flies back into town like a bat out of hell. Only her very silent daughter, assistant Sally Eiland Miller known as Big Mama,...