“Real men don’t put their children on the firing line.”
Malcolm X
Although Malcolm X was denouncing the Children’s Crusade during the tumultuous times of the civil rights era, and the use of kids as protestors, taking them out of school to publicly challenge the likes of Bull Connor and George Wallace, his words perhaps ring truer today than fifty years ago. Because in the time it takes for me to write this article, and you to read it, very likely another child has been victimized by senseless violence, and probably in Chicago or Oakland or Philadelphia or Los Angeles or Detroit or, well you get the idea. As a society we are allowing children to be caught in the cross fire of special interest groups, the racial divide, politics, and gunfire. And they aren’t the only ones senselessly murdered. People from 1 – 60 are gunned down in our cities on a weekly basis. Just this 4th of July according to the Chicago Sun Times, four homicides and 50 shooting victims in the Windy City; this is considered progress compared to years prior. Small consolation given there is a 49 percent increase in both shootings and homicides during the first six months of 2016 in Chicago. Think of the irreplaceable loss of human capital…..
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Not too long ago my friends invited me to see the Alvin Ailey Dance Company perform in Boston. Had Sir Isaac Newton attended, he might have rethought his theory of gravity. As if unbound by the laws of nature and gravitational pull, these magnificent athlete/dancers would glide through the air, seemingly flying, and demonstrating artistic expression one can only describe as incredible. The dancers revealed a marvel in motion that was truly breathtaking. But somewhere in my reverie, lost in thought enjoying the performance, a deep sadness fell over me, because it dawned on me so many children in our inner cities, especially Chicago, very likely from similar backgrounds as the dancers, will never get the chance to realize their God given potential. It is difficult to dance, or attend medical school, become a teacher, a preacher or pilot, when death comes early, and people from toddler to young adult are killed senselessly.
Early in med school, doing a pediatric clerkship at an urban hospital, one of my first patients was a 12 year old boy, and victim of multiple gunshot wounds – in doctor speak multiple GSW. Here was a beautiful African American child who was just minding his own business walking home from school. I will never forget the look in his eyes as I held his hand; we bonded instantly, as he bravely tried to hide his pain, before the meds took over. His insides looked like they went through a Cuisinart ® machine. He survived, but without much of his colon, small intestines, part of a lung, and spleen. His life will never be the same. Having run a free practice in a resource challenged part of New York I saw the hardships kids of all color and ethnicity faced, the resilience with which they tried to grow in spite of harsh circumstances, and possessed of talent some may never have fully realized because of violence, poverty, and lack of sufficient affirming, positive role models.