My calling is to improve mental health for everyone.
I live by Henry David Thoreau’s quote: “the best thing a man can do for his culture when he is rich is endeavor to carry out those schemes he entertained when he was poor.”
I grew up in East Texas and learned from the poverty that surrounded me. I dreamt of a time when kids like me wouldn’t have to worry about their lights or water being turned off (you ain’t a true tested Texan until you’ve lived a Texan summer with no air conditioning, eating bologna out of coolers.) …
“Nature abhors a vacuum.”
In the laws of physics, unfilled spaces are “unnatural” and so any matter surrounding the empty space tends to fill it.
Communication about the COVID pandemic is no different. I’ve been absolutely floored, angered, and deeply ashamed at how inconsistent communication has been from the government (federal, state, & local) and (worse) the medical establishment. We have a national informational vacuum and no one’s stepping up to fill it. [ABIM, instead of having barbers give medical advice, how about we support Black physician entrepreneurs with business capital to start direct primary care practices throughout the country?]
I’m a Democrat-leaning Black doctor with a ton of white conservative friends. If we are to survive the pandemics of COVID and systemic racism, we need all hands on-deck: especially the Black ones. Here are ten ways to save Black lives:
Hate healthcare? It’s your fault.
Paradigm shifts are hard and the human psyche is primed to be cautious of “the new”. The American psyche is even more headstrong — we’re an entitled mishmash of merit and charity that changes on a groupthink dime.
So when I launched a one-man crusade to shift our system from a health insurance-centric model to a patient-provider model, I knew I had my work cut out. Little did I realize the toll our unique American brand of passive-aggressive apathy would take on me.
I approached from the academic perspective. Emails, hand written letters, tweets, and…
After 4 years of undergrad, 4 years of medical school, 5 years of residency in pediatrics and child psychiatry, $200K of debt, and 3 years of being a staff “front-line” psychiatrist, I almost walked away from medical practice.
I couldn’t understand how the greatest country on the planet could create and then maintain a health care system that wasn’t focused on health, but on profit, obfuscation, and worsening inequality. I fully believed that I was “working myself out of a job” as a career goal. But each day I went to work, I was reminded that I was not the…