The Art of Reaching Troubled Youths

It hadn’t occurred to me prior to writing about young males to add visuals to my books. Before You Fly Off, inspired by my own teenage daughter, offered hard to reach Black and Brown girls an alternative tool to addressing their self-destructive behavior and learning more productive ways to express themselves from learning effective communicating to relationship concerns. Barely one hundred pages each, I broke the conversation in two books. I use the term ‘conversation’ because that’s how I write. Like the angry young man or the girl bully is sitting right in front of me or next to me, being more open to receiving intervention because there’s no judging here; no red pen or agenda to kill their sense of originality for the sake of conforming to standards that we know now do more harm than good to their emotional lives. 

When a mother approached me at a book signing and asked, What about the boys? Or more specifically, what about her son? I went into immediate action on a motivational book for Black males in their upper teens and nearing adulthood. I was advising both High School and college students at the time, along with group homes and youth detention centers, so the material was literally taking turns sitting in my office. But unlike with the girls, there was so much more to talk about with the boys. Their self-esteem issues were just as alarming as the criminalization of problem Black girls in schools, with the added burden of living in immediate and surrounding communities that still don’t allow our sons to fully express their emotional selves, as they learn to perfect their hyper-masculinity or what they’ve been taught to understand as socially appropriate maleness, Black maleness. And this is when the idea of adding visuals to match the various topics, too difficult to talk about for most maybe but now with images they could relate to or even see themselves in, helped shape the continued success of Message to a Youngblood – A Conversation with Our Sons.

But Chris has an artistic gift for translating anything I asked him to draw from. Show me what struggling with your studies looks like? Show me a good day. Show me a couple in love. How does functional depression look like to you? What can freedom look like in the hood?... We were beginning a kindred partnership we both under-estimated until readers started asking about the artwork.

I had already known Chris Evans through his mother, a single parent determined to keep her 21yrld off the streets and out of police bullet range. Chris was creative but not focused; kind but easily aggravated. He was like most young Black males I meet. Angry at the System for leaving them with very few options and angry at Black parents for dropping the ball. But Chris has an artistic gift for translating anything I asked him to draw from. Show me what struggling with your studies looks like? Show me a good day. Show me a couple in love. How does functional depression look like to you? What can freedom look like in the hood?... We were beginning a kindred partnership we both under-estimated until readers started asking about the artwork.

More young artists came on board with my following book, I’m Not Gay. I Just Mess with Guys Sometimes where we ask the question Why so many Black young and older men who have sex with other men choose not to self-identify as gay or queer, or other labels they feel do not represent their day to day realities. As a youth counselor and advocate, I see this as somewhat of a second sexual revolution where in the 60s it was about being whatever you wanted to be and sexing whoever you wanted sex. Now it’s more about lifting the labels that say who’s supposed to be with who.  It’s also a look at how the Black Community is being faced with having to choose between religious indoctrination based on the rejection of sexuality as an indefinite and returning to ancient African teachings where all masculinities and all femininities were recognized and celebrated before invaders taught us shame. And how do you say all that through art? But these great young artists I’ve had the honor to work did just that!

My next book project is on youth in group homes and residential facilities, as well as those aging out of foster care and the transition process between being a ward of the state to independent living. New artists like Carlos Gee encourages me to consider middle aged youth who are already pipelined to prisons. And 15yrld Jay reminds me to include transgender teens in the conversation. But as always, Chris takes front seat in leading the artwork to interpret the personal struggles of these amazing young people living adult lives.

Where I Live At: Aging Out of Foster Care

(Excerpt from upcoming book)

He sat across my desk looking for a way to say it without giving away the details. Devin is 17. He’s been in placement since he first learned how to read. Placement is a social work term for the kid’s been in at least one group home or youth residential facility. Devin’s been in eight different group homes; and he’s trying to tell me he doesn’t want to go back to the last place he was living at. I run a school for youth who don’t like school. If we can’t help him find an alternative—ask Devin and he’ll say it’s his best friend’s father agreeing to have him stay with them—the Department of Social Services may have to interrupt his education in order to establish his living status. I’m also an administrator who doesn’t act like an administrator or what my students call ops, as in operatives; as in double agents who say they’re youth advocates but have to follow a system that works against young people. Devin has proof that he’s in open and safe hands. But he’s still learning how to trust again. So it’s baby steps until he’s in a setting where the ground is steady enough for planning the big moves he sees in his head.

There are many other youth facing the same or similar or worse situations. Like Devin, they will soon age out of the foster care system; and it will be up to him to figure out what he plans on doing with his life once he’s 18. He’ll still have services nationally designed and state financed for him until he reaches 21; maybe even have some form of aftercare offered to him towards independent living. But right now, he’s in a bind. He can’t be with his parents or relatives because their homelife helped put him in foster care. He has options but doesn’t like them. He finally found the right school for him but has to leave. And he’s got three weeks to decide.

This is the part where a protective staff puts their resources and hearts together for the sake of one student’s future. And this we do for the next ones to follow. Because these days it’s no longer a surprise to find out that a High School student is in foster care or that they’re homeless while still managing to keep good grades which is why teachers can’t just be teachers if they want to figure out why their students are failing or stopped showing up altogether. School administrators can’t follow the usual formula if they want their numbers to improve. We’re now forced to look at the faces and stories behind the numbers and come up with alternative ways to fulfill our professional missions within the rules and policies presented to us.

He can’t be with his parents or relatives because their homelife helped put him in foster care. He has options but doesn’t like them. He finally found the right school for him but has to leave. And he’s got three weeks to decide.

Devin will eventually make a decision or a decision will be made for him, whether he likes it or not. The ideal situation for Devin may not be the ideal plan for the district or State, especially if funding is involved; and funding is almost always at the core of the matter— Who’s gonna pick up Devin’s tab for foster care services? But what we want to focus on here is what happens to him after he exits the system. Does he automatically go to his biological parents? Does he even know who they are? How does he go about finding them? Does he know his blood by name and address but can’t afford to go back to them for fear of placing himself in an environment not healthy for his overall welfare? Are there other options in terms of living arrangements where he’ll be able to reinvent himself once he’s 18? Does he have friends who can take him in? Does his girlfriend have options he can benefit from? If he’s a young father, what then does reinventing one’s self looks like if he can barely support himself? Will the streets be his only recourse or will he attend a community college with a dorm just to have a place to stay? If Devin is too young to be in an adult homeless shelter yet too old to receive childcare, where does that put him? Did he receive life skills and job readiness classes? If he has a criminal record, what employer is willing to hire him without judgment or fear? What crime lord in his hood is ready to exploit his dilemma?

There’re even more questions. How’s his self-esteem? Does he have any mental or physical challenges? Does he have a history of drug and/or alcohol abuse? Is Family Court involved? Does he have healthcare, transportation to and from, a follow up person who monitors his progress? If he were female, there’d be the added potential for pregnancy concerns. If he’s same gender loving but off the radar, will he be able to still get the help he needs or will he need special placement for the sake of our ignorance and his protection?

Before I became interested in what happens to young people once they age out of foster care, I was what many youth residential facilities call a team leader which meant I was responsible for the cottage I was assigned to. A cottage, in this sense, is not a quaint little house set off a mountainside or by a lake, but one of the temporary youth homes within a large landscape that can hold as many cottages as the facility allows, along with onsite educational, recreational, counseling and medical centers. Think of it as one of several group homes within an enclosed setting where the services don’t have to come to the staff because they’re already there as part of the day to day services offered to the youth residents and their parents or guardians. As one of the several team leaders on site, I managed my cottage, trained and supervised my residential staff and provided therapeutic counseling and family mediation to the young males on my watch (female team leaders were assigned to the female cottages) and the often frustrated parents and even grandparents who came with the contract.

I actually started off as a high school teacher for incarcerated 16-21yrlds, but my natural ability to relate to hard to reach students led me to switching to a career in counseling instead, although I’ve always felt that teaching and counseling work hand in hand. Because the personal affects the academics and vice versa, so by the time I left New York City to provide family mediation for at risk youth in North Carolina, I was already applying counseling theories and interventions specifically modeled for marginalized youth. And since every professional assignment I took on up to this point involved Black and Brown adolescents and young adults, my thought process when it came to serving as a behavioral interventionist came from a foundation that considered racism as a form of trauma individually, collectively and generationally. But now I was at a work setting where my clients didn’t look like me. Maybe one or two out of the usual 20 or so caseload. And it wasn’t necessarily about race but more about Black folk not being able to afford sending their troubled sons and daughters to a residential treatment facility. The other being the strong anti-therapy sentiments in our communities, especially in the South where the majority of African Americans preferred Jesus over mental therapy.

I had to pop a few mental balloons on each side of the divide before they were able to step out of their assumptions on effective intervening, anger managing, gender, sexuality, good, bad, smart, slow, normal, abnormal. Whatever else they’d learn to be fact was now being dissected in a way they had never experienced before.

I had a staff of seven residential counselors straight out of undergraduate college and either interested in pursuing a career in youth development or just needed a job. Their duties included sleepovers which was always the toughest part of the job for them because it meant being away from their homes for weeks at a time, including weekends, and living alongside the same kids they fed, disciplined and handed medication to. I had never been a team leader of anything before, but I knew I could bring parts of my self to the challenge; uncommon sense approaches that my employer hadn’t considered, like junior counselors not only looking after their assigned teens but facilitating general life skills workshops; not only disciplining them but inspiring them. And not only giving them their meds, but joining me at the family sessions, sometimes sitting behind a two-way mirror to observe, take notes and later provide feedback essential to their own professional development.

My staff was also half rural White and half urban Black with attitudes about race and culture already set in their minds. What was apparent from the day I met them was how such attitudes had a direct affect on their counseling skills. I had to pop a few mental balloons on each side of the divide before they were able to step out of their assumptions about effective intervening, anger managing, gender, sexuality, good, bad, smart, slow, normal, abnormal. Whatever else they’d learn to be fact was now being dissected in a way they had never experienced before. To me, this was what the calling was all about if you were there for the commitment - to allow yourself to learn from damaged people even younger than you and offer solutions your college professor couldn’t find in a textbook. I was also there to remind them that youth advocacy wasn’t about advocating for only populations they felt comfortable working with; that being a youth advocate means advocating for all youth or you’re part of the problem and not the solution. Some of them went on to becoming team leaders in their own right. Some returned to college for their graduate degrees. And some just plain quit after realizing the amount of commitment it takes to be a team leader in training....

I Believe I Can Fly - Young Afghan Refugees

Whoever came up with the word refugee had to have been thinking of the word refuge first; a safe zone for persons forced to leave their homeland to escape persecution, war or a natural disaster. Although Afghanistan wasn’t experiencing an earthquake, the country was feeling the results from yet another occupying force having given up on any more attempts to control it. But this time around, its able citizens saw an opportunity out and got on board. Much of the less fortunate ones couldn’t make it passed check points guarded by the Taliban. Worse off were the ones who became translators for American soldiers. Pressure to leave yesterday, the White House found itself caught between making them priority as a show of thanks and risking more suicide bombers at the one functioning airport. Their full names were listed in a manifest that someone forgot to destroy before takeoff, leaving them and their families as sitting targets. Those who were already disenfranchised just waited for the new leaders to decide their fate for them. Those who believed they could fly hung onto moving jumbo jets until they couldn’t anymore.

Worse off were the ones who became translators for American soldiers. Pressure to leave yesterday, the White House found itself caught between making them priority as a show of thanks and risking more suicide bombers at the one functioning airport.

Out of the multitude were unaccompanied Afghan youths. They were sent to sanctuary cities, after first getting processed and tested for Covid-19, then linked with refugee resettlement agencies whose purpose was to find them foster homes. Unaccompanied refugee children generally don’t get adopted, as the goal is to reunify them with their parents or relatives back in their home country. Since nobody was going back to Afghanistan any time soon, especially Afghans themselves, long term foster care was the next best option. These juveniles would follow the same foster care regiments as the ones I was already familiar with yet within the framework of a plan that avoided being moved from one group home to another and access to transitional independent living if their parents were proven deceased. The plan also included assistance with adjusting to a new environment and language, schooling and exposure to culturally-relevant support systems.

Before Afghans, it was about Syrians and before Syrians, it was about Somalians. There’s still a strong, self-functioning community of Somalian refugees in Maine. During my visits to the lobster state, I never saw them outside of their reservation. Well-intentioned Americans went out of their way to make them feel at home, but they didn’t represent the majority of America. Since 2008 when the East Africans first dropped on Maine, our nation’s racial and social divides took a turn for the worse, thanks to Trump-ism and a country experiencing a panic attack over White people in America becoming the new minority. On youth refugees’ most common challenges, discrimination, racism, police harassment and xenophobia were their most immediate concerns, aside from feeling isolated and marginalized. Having few to no employment opportunities exacerbated their resettlement attempts. Young refugees also pointed to gender discrimination and gender-based violence, while having limited access to youth-focused health care. Add difficulties with transitioning, leaving them vulnerable outside of their small communities which makes the telling of refugee kids graduating high school, going on to college and leading successful lives an example of a proud people.

A large net like Samaritas offered long term foster care for refugee youths who were approaching their independence stage…

The Fostering Connections Act made it possible to provide all upper teens shelter and financial assistance up to the age of 21, if the youth was enrolled in any type of schooling and employed for at least 80 hours per month. This included children with special needs. Under this bill the older children would be able to move from foster care to adoptive homes. Thing is if your school was a detention center and you couldn’t get a job because they wouldn’t let you out your cage, that allowance meant nothing to. Plus, ‘all’ meant U.S. citizens. Applying for asylum would be the route to take, if you were close to reaching 18 but had no parent or legal guardian available to be responsible for you. But a large net like Samaritas offered long term foster care for refugee youths who were approaching their independence stage. Their young  adults had what they called  host homes  that provided the basics on being independent. They then matched them with a mentor to help them adjust to American culture; received English tutoring, grocery shopping assistance, help with handling American money, and other commonsense approaches to addressing the needs of a specific youth population.

Our Afghan sons and daughters will no doubt need help recovering from their traumas.  Children of war have a specific set of psychological webs to carefully tease out, just as African American children have a specific set of on-going psychological fallouts from systemic racism before we can even begin talking about restorative justice. I’m trying to visualize an Afghan family, having gone through all it takes to get passed a border and onto a path to citizenship, living in a NYCHA apartment. Because they can’t teach you hood. You sort of gotta let hood teach you.

I'm worried about you.

I'm worried about you. You're at that point in your rage against the Machine where things can take a turn for the worse. Might not get to that point, but the rest of us watching you going to extremes to get our attention can't help wanting to form a human circle around you, lay our hands on you and ask the ancestors to make a way for you. But here's the thing. Any time nothing's going right for you, things are actually going right for you. I had to learn to let go of control in order to be in control. Once I passed that exam, my graduations came in so many different forms of peace and joy that even the Machine had to yield to the light in and around me!

Let’s just say it. Depression. It doesn’t help that the weight of the world is on your shoulders---
+ Insufficient identification
+ Criminal record
+ No to incomplete formal education
+ Undocumented
+ No to poor job preparedness
+ Unaddressed trauma
+ Unhoused
+ Othered

We’re seeing a steady increase in child suicide as young as 10years of age. From 1999 to 2017, there was a 76% increase in children’s killing themselves. Within that general increase, White, non-Hispanic youth suicide was at 85%. Black, non-Hispanic youth suicide 87%. Hispanic youth suicide 63%. Asian and Pacific Islander youth suicide went 140%. American Indian/Alaska Native 133%, as a result of genocide, institutional racism and cultural alienation.*

And yet the best of us somehow make it through---

Insufficient identification?
You can get proper ID for free from your representative. Becoming an identifiable citizen is part of growing up.

Criminal record?
Focus on job opportunities with inclusive policies. Look up lists of companies that hire persons with criminal records. Find out about post incarceration agents like Exodus for job referrals. See if there’s one or a similar one in your area.

No to incomplete formal education?
If you know basic math, can tolerate reading a book and can finish something you started, then you should consider community college. If sitting still for more than 5mins or you’d rather fix something than talk about it, try trade school. If you have a business idea but don’t want school to kill your sense of originality, become self-taught but keep up with mainstream trends.

Undocumented?
All students have the right to enroll and attend public schools. But undocumented parents are afraid to enroll their sons and daughters out of fear of getting deported and becoming permanently separated from their children. When in doubt, start with your own community. Undocumented community leaders will help you avoid scams and point you to what you ultimately want: U.S. citizenship. Also look up Mydocumentedlife.org and Immigrantsrising.org to connect with other undocumented youths for cultural support and networking.

No job preparedness?
You can have job experience and still not get the job if the one in the position to hire you thinks you lack customer service skills, professional appeal or basic social skills. Make it your business to learn any and all of these, while also learning how to look like a hire-able person on paper (resume).

Unaddressed trauma?
You can get the job you wanted and still not keep it if you’re still avoiding anger management classes or denying you need help with your social or emotional triggers. The sooner you check that, the sooner your life will be free of constant interruptions caused by your failure to deal with your emotional blackouts.

Physical Challenges?
The fact that I’m saying ‘physical challenges’ and not ‘disabled’ means that we as a society are learning to be more mindful of language when addressing specific populations. Doesn’t mean ignorance is dead; just that it ain’t cool anymore to call someone disabled or handicapped, but very cool to say they have a disability or handicap. In 2022, every educational and employment know to follow new laws protecting the rights of youths with disabilities. Aging out while overcoming physical and/or cognitive challenges is a whole other level of youth stress. One young person’s transition planning may be to overcome a language barrier. Another may be learning to master their bipolar triggers. Your transition planning should follow the Reauthorization of the Individual Disability Education Act (IDEA) which recognizes the importance of continuing your support services beyond high school and into adulthood.

Unhoused?
Once you get assistance getting your own phone, get the Theteenproject app for housing opportunities specifically for homeless youths. ShelterListings.org offers a number youths can text to find a shelter near them or a complete list of shelters in their area. And just so you know, under the Patient Protection and Affordable Care Act, most youth who aged out of foster care remain eligible for health care and are guaranteed health insurance coverage until they turn 26.

Othered?
Whether you have a disability, are from a different culture, come from a war zone, have a different lovestyle or gender expression, being treated like you half matter or don’t matter at all can lead some to internalize the mistreatment. Anyone who’s been othered, including me, can tell you that we overcame injustice by first understanding that the problem wasn’t us. And start from there.

Life Coaching Marilyn Manson and Drinking Moonshine

I was doing family mediation at a youth residential facility in North Carolina where my duties included supervising a staff of college graduates interested in pursuing a career in counseling hard to reach young men and women. But that’s going too far into the story without beginning where this essay couldn’t have been written had certain events not take their places. I had just ended a six-year stint as a writing and general life skills instructor on Rikers Island, after deciding that my salary being dependent on how many new inmates came through Intake didn’t sit right with me. Doesn’t lessen the tremendous value of and rewards from teaching the incarcerated. But I was at a point in my career life where alternative education and family mediation were crisscrossing, and I hadn’t yet figured out a way to bring them together.

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They Kill Grandmothers, Don't They? Policing the Mentally Ill, and Is My Mother Next?

I usually write for and about hard to reach youth. But the recent police killing of an emotionally disturbed grandmother turned my attention to not only the on-going over-policing of Black people, but more so on my mother who is currently at the final stages of Alzheimer’s where unexpected outbursts are the norm and caring for her requires both the fortitude of a well-informed son and the patience of a monk. The kind of patience a short-fused police cadet may not necessarily learn in de-escalation training, but close enough when the objective is to avoid shooting an elderly. 66yrld Deborah Danner of the Bronx, this week’s victim of police terrorism, was shot and killed by an NYPD officer after allegedly lunging towards officers while wielding a pair of scissors and a baseball bat inside of her apartment. The fact that this happened in her home is just as relevant as what was in her hands, because it shows a distressed person in a space they ought to feel the safest. Why this senior citizen had scissors and a bat in her hands is still up for grabs. What we do know is that neighbors called police for help and told them she was an elderly woman with a history of mental illness. How popo went from courtesy, professionalism and respect or CPR, as indicated on their vehicles, to shoot the grandmother twice in the chest first then ask questions later is what Sgt. Hugh Barry has to explain to a nation exhausted from weekly police killings of Black bodies and a Community already victimized by generational trauma from having to witness their skin color and voice be treated without courtesy, professionalism or respect.  

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The Thing about Grace

(Message to a High School Kid Who Never Heard of a Winnie) 

Now that the Nelson Mandela hype is over, your young brain cells most likely forgot all about the significance of both his transition (we don't die, we change form) and his legacy. Your school teacher or college professor might have added him to their lesson plan, what with all the media attention on the 90yrld global icon. The same media who once considered him a terrorist for speaking against the mistreatment of Black South Africans; as in, I invade your home, call it mine and implement a system where you need a pass to get to one room to another and back just to keep the house that's no longer yours expendable, and then have you locked up or murdered if you got a problem with that.

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The Color Complex…Still

A good writer not only reads, but also gets other writers' perspectives in order to expand her or his skills and mind. This time around I'm reading The Color Complex. A look at how American Africans still play skin shade politics with one another. I'd add that Hispanics play it too, big time. But this book focuses on Black Americans and where the glorification of light-skinned Blacks and the pulling away from anything African comes from. The obvious reason, of course, is the Willie Lynch doctrine that stipulated exactly how wealthy White men should go about pitting shades and age against one another in order to control the slaves. But what makes this book stand out for me is how the writers leave out the usual culprit and focus instead on our own isms, how we perpetuate them through our words (she's darkskin but so pretty), our music videos (always a lightskin with long hair and if darkskin, must have a long weave or wig), our parenting (giving a 6yrld a perm), our grooming (perm for females/texturizer for males), our miseducation (he ugly like an African) and our dating (I only date this shade/that shade or I mess with this shade but marry that shade).

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I’m In

The Taboo Yardies Documentary

I recently saw a film by Selena Blake documenting the raping and murdering of same gender loving people in Jamaica, and how the police actually help promote this type terrorism. But the violence goes even further than that/gets deeper than that. Parents are known to abandon their children once they find out they were bullied or violated to avoid talk from the community. Neighbors report to police who they even think might be homosexual to stay on the 'right' list and island officials add to the terrorism by equating same gender love with incest and bestiality. There’re homosexuals themselves who beat up and burn their own, so that their communities don't target them. As difficult as it was to hear testimonies from lesbians who were gang raped by male thugs whose intention is to ‘fix’ these women, as in 'corrective raping', and seeing the scars on their arms from self-inflicted knife wounds as their way of dealing with trauma unresolved; as painful as it was to watch scenes of young and older males being slashed by machetes and burned to death by other Black people simply for being a sexual minority, it was important for me to watch the damn thing and learn.

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Slave Auction - Just For Fun

I love the American southwest. It’s been pulling at me ever since I discovered I had blood relatives there from my father’s side. Something I had somehow sensed all along but needed proof; and it may very well be where I eventually decide to retire. It’s the red soil. The mysterious yet beautiful desert landscape. All the mystical rumors we hear about that go back to Native American tribes and African cowboys who framed their windows in turquoise colors to ward off evil spirits. The finger-sized blue lizards that tag along old beaten down trucks. Never ending highways that disappear into the horizon. And that majestic blue sky hovering over stories of past discoveries, dusty adventures and escape from forced servitude. All this had been waiting for me, so I flew to New Mexico as soon as I made the chance happen.

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