My White Privilege

He felt a pop in his chest as he put extra torque on the screw driver lever putting on the trampoline mat for my grandson's visit. Dad and Jack had a special relationship, even separated by 78 years of age. They read books together, took walks together, went on boat rides and shared ice cream.  Dad had a way of making all his grandchildren feel special because he took time with them when it counted.  He himself was raised in a broken family.  His parents divorced when he was about 9 years old.  He missed his dad fiercely and craved to have that paternal influence in his life.  My grandparents were eventually remarried but there were critical years when my father needed him most and he wasn't there.  Dad vowed to be there for his children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren and he was until the very end.  That pop turned out to be a fractured sternum riddled with metastatic melanoma skin cancer. It was right about a year ago and progressed to his death in September. 

This is my first Father's Day without my dad, my hero.  Was he perfect? Of course not and he would be the first one to tell you that. He was a master of self-deprecation, sarcasm and humor but it was done in such a way that no one ever felt that they were inferior in his presence.  He was a master at making friends and breaking down barriers.  On my knees last night as I said my nightly prayers and thinking of my father, it occurred to me that I have now have two fathers in heaven, my earthly father and my Heavenly Father.  Dad is gone from this world but he is not gone from my life.

This week I watched "The Color Purple."  I hadn't watched this movie for many years.  The acting was phenomenal but it left me feeling quite unsettled.  Set in the generation after slavery, it depicted one of the most shackling legacies that continued past emancipation; that of the cruelty with which men treated women and the children in their lives. Men learned the horrible lessons of aggression taught by the example of the slave owners. Arguments were settled with beatings. Children were raped and their children were ripped from their arms and given to others. In contrast to the home I grew up in where my mother and father may have had their share of disagreements, we children always new that they would work things out peacefully and that no matter what we were loved and prized above anything else. 

The root of this certainty comes from our doctrine that we are all children of Heavenly Parents. That our God, Heavenly Father, has an eternal partner who raised us as spirit children in a heavenly home and that we were sent to this earth to learn how to return.  His is our Eternal King and she our Queen.  The family unit is divinely appointed and critical in our ability to learn those lessons.

In our church we worship in chapels each Sunday but we also have temples where we make promises to God on how we live our life.  We are taught God's plan for our happiness and learn about our first parents, Adam and Eve.  It is very clear that Eve was the first one to understand that in order to have children according to this plan, they would need to leave the garden and so she partook of the fruit. Adam was slower to understand this concept but chose to be with her through thick and thin.  Said Eve of the experience, "Were it not for our transgression we never should have had seed, and the joy of our redemption" (Moses 5:11). We believe that our salvation has everything to do with what kind of family member we are.  We also believe that since we are all children of Heavenly Parents, we are literally brothers and sisters, "black and white, male and female...all are alike unto God" (2 Nephi 26:33).

In our temples everyone wears white clothing.  This is a symbol of purity, of being washed clean through the blood of Jesus Christ. It has nothing to do with race. In fact, as all who enter the temple wear this same clothing. Distinctions of race and economic station dissolve into a state of equality.  It is a beautiful place to be, truly heaven on earth. During the pandemic and time of quarantine, we have not been able to gather and worship together in our chapels or our temples.  Though this has left a void in our hearts, we have had the sacred experience of worshiping together in our homes. 

So in these days of unrest, confusion and fear, I can still feel peace.  When I consider how fortunate I am for the privileges that I enjoy, I recognize that being Caucasian, I have access to privileges that others of color do not. My greatest privilege, though, is free to all, that of being washed white by the blood of the Lamb of God, Jesus Christ.  This most important of my "white" privileges enables me to one day return to my heavenly home.  There I long to be embraced by both my Heavenly Fathers who I miss so much. 

A Symbol of Hope

Remembering the Fallen, Honoring the Flag

 

On June 14, 1885 a small town school teacher in Wisconsin by the name of Bernard Cigrand, felt inspired to organize his school in paying respect to the American Flag. The day was chosen to commemorate the day when the second continental congress convened in 1777 and decreed that the flag for our country would be composed of 13 stripes, red alternating with white and that the union would be represented by a new constellation of 13 stars on a blue background. The official day was established in 1916.

Amidst the current state of national turmoil and upheaval, I would like to share some of my thoughts about the flag, our country and my hope for the future.

At the time of the revolution the American states were anything but united. Each had its own culture, set of laws and geographic boundaries. They did share the goal of self governance and so came together to fight the common enemy, the English Empire. Many of our Founding Fathers felt driven by a higher power to establish this land. Our pledge of allegiance references “One nation under God.”

In less than 100 years our nation grew to include 34 states. There was, however, one tenet of society that was not based on freedom, equality, “liberty and justice for all.” It was the practice of slavery and it threatened to tear apart the seams of the nation and our flag. At its root, slavery was born on economic greed, first from the slave traders and also from the land owners who bought the slaves. Many of them were "church going, God fearing” people. I can only imagine the mental gymnastics that had to occur to appease their souls. We know that many convinced themselves that their black slaves were less than human or that they had been cursed by God. These beliefs were fiercely held onto because to recognize the humanity of a black person was an open admission of guilt, it would require serious introspection and change. It was a declaration that they personally had desecrated a child of heaven and were living under the condemnation of God. Roots to such ideas permeate the history of my own religious tradition. It is “the nature and disposition of almost all men,” as our own cannon of scripture declares, “as soon as [almost all men] get a little authority, as they suppose, they will immediately begin to exercise unrighteous dominion.” At its core, I believe that racist thinking is a misguided form of self justification, an attempt to cover our sins.

The Civil War ensued and stands as a starting point towards true equality among the citizens of our country. The abolition of slavery was a huge step in the right direction but it was only just the beginning. I take heart that this land has always been a land of fresh starts for those willing to try again. Just as the flag has changed to incorporate new states in the heavenly constellation, the deep seeded feelings of bigotry can change as well.  

My church for a time did not allow black members to hold priesthood authority. This was thankfully changed in June of 1978, perhaps a bit late but it was for us another step in the right direction.  In December of 2013 the following was released: "the Church disavows the theories advanced in the past that black skin is a sign of divine disfavor or curse or that it reflects unrighteous actions in a premortal life; that mixed-race marriages are a sin; or that blacks or people of any other race or ethnicity are inferior in any way to anyone else. Church leaders today unequivocally condemn all racism, past and present, in any form." I take hope in seeing that not only can policies be changed but that hearts can be softened. We are coming closer to our doctrine that "The Lord denieth none that cometh unto him, black and white, bond and free, male and female;...all are alike unto God." It is well past the time when all are alike unto man as well. 

Clearly as the recent events surrounding the death of George Floyd attest, there is more work to be done. I believe that in this land of "equal opportunity" we need to do more of just that, make opportunity equal.  Our ability to get a good education should not be dependent upon our zip code. Educational excellence will serve to the caste system of economic desparity. I think that many of those in need would benefit more from a paycheck than a payout.  I recently listened to a TED talk by Bryan Stevenson, an attorney who has dedicated his life to those living on death row.  In it he said, "ultimately, you judge the character of a society, not by how they treat their rich and the powerful and the privileged, but by how they treat the poor, the condemned, the incarcerated" (and I add, the sick and the afflicted).

That resonates with me. Only when we create opportunity for all races will we stand united. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free," says the inscription on the Statue of Liberty. This image of free and easy breathing is particularly poignant in reflecting a man suffocated to death by a knee on his neck. So amidst all the uncertainties and mountains yet to climb, on this flag day, I will fly my flag in honor of freedom.  Freedoms that have been fought for and freedoms yet to be fully implemented in all sectors of our society.  I respect those who choose to kneel in front of that flag in honor of those who have fallen, to keep their memory alive.  I will chose to raise my flag with the optimism that all segments of our society can stand united, that divisions can be healed and our nation will become even greater in the days to come.  God bless America, God bless us all. 

Black Lives Matter

Like being rocked to sleep by the gentle oscillations of lapping water in the center of a lake on a summer's day, declining COVID numbers have given the impression perhaps that this pandemic is behind us and all is well.  I was surprised last week when looking at my news feed that of the five featured stories, not one of them mentioned anything about the pandemic.  I, myself, fall into the same category having not posted for a few weeks now.  Society is opening up, my patients are no longer more afraid of seeing me in the office and so my life has gotten increasingly more busy.

In a conversation that I had with our hospital's Chief Medical Officer at the peak of the pandemic he told me, "what I fear the most is complacency."  It is when we decide that wearing our mask is not that important, when washing my hands after everything I touch in the hospital is not really needed, that we will get ourselves into trouble.  It is even harder at home and away from work.  However, like my grandchild in a game of peek a boo, the SARS CoV2 virus lurks in the shadows ready to jump out and cry, "hear I am!"

Here are the latest numbers of patients hospitalized in the St. Louis area as of June 6th:

I like looking at hospitalizations because this is a number that is the most significant from a societal point of view.  If everyone who was ill had mild disease and could stay home, there would be very little disruption to normal society.  We could in essence vaccinate ourselves and develop herd immunity.  It is when the hospitals are overrun with extremely sick patients and our resources are exhausted that drastic measures need to be taken.  At first glance, the graph looks reassuring.  Following the blue line we see a steady decline across the weeks. Looking at the last few days, though, we see that there is a considerable uptick in two of those three days.  Should that trend continue, the blue line will start climbing once again.

In my own experience, I have seen more patients with positive results in the last week than in the few weeks prior.  My sample is small, but every single case has been in the African American community. I find it interesting that in the very week when we are rightly reminded that "Black Lives Matter," there has been very little news reporting on the elevated risk that the SARS CoV2 virus poses to this community right now. I think that the movement that we have seen across the country of solidarity between people of all races has been great. I applaud those who show support while continuing to practice safe guidelines.  A life snuffed out by over aggressive law enforcement is a tragedy.  It is a wrong that cannot be tolerated. I would like to stand up to say that "All Black Lives Matter," not just the ones taken in violence.

My professional life is dedicated to improving the lives of my patients.  I am passionate about preventing disease. I constantly encourage them to eat healthy and get more exercise.  Vaccines have been shown to save lives and the advances in therapeutics have helped to treat many diseases and better manage many chronic ones.  In my experience there are some in the African American community that can be very suspicious of drugs, vaccines and hospitals, and for very good reasons.

In the 1930's The U.S. Public Health System began an experiment in African American men to treat Syphilis called the Tuskegee Study.  In the 1940's penicillin became available and was quickly shown to be an excellent treatment for the disease. However, the trial continued and withheld that treatment in one arm of the study.  The researchers eventually were soundly criticized for not disclosing this information and the community rightly came to feel that they were being treated as experimental lab animals. This well deserved sentiment of mistrust has persisted in some circles for generations.

In 1976 the government pushed a new "Swine Flu" vaccine to prevent an epidemic that year that never materialized.  The vaccine which was used had a higher than average risk of a potentially deadly condition called the "Guillain-Barre" syndrome. Many citizens became leery of government sponsored health campaigns which feeling persists today.

In recent times, it has been well documented that African Americans receive inferior care for similar conditions than their white counterparts.  This is less likely to occur when their doctor is African American but with only 5% of doctors being African American, few have that option.  I would like to believe that these statistics do not apply to myself, but I cannot guarantee that I do not have subconscious racial biases. It is important that I understand this trend so as to maintain a vigilant attitude to prevent it from becoming a reality in my own practice.

Ultimately, if we truly believe that "Black Lives Matter," then we must all work together to make sure that all of them do.  Patients need to trust the doctors that are responsible for their care and heed their advice.  They must chose to adopt healthy habits.  Right now that includes social distancing and the wearing of masks in public. Is there a way to raise our voices without endangering lives during a pandemic?  Gatherings are a powerful symbol of unity but they do carry extra risk. Doctors, for our part, must earn our patient's trust every day by treating each individual with the utmost respect, truly listening to his/her concerns and tirelessly being an advocate in a system that, historically, has not had his/her best interests at heart. We must all be the solution. We are all in this together.