The Criminalization of Mental Illness: Be a Voice for Justice

Let me move beyond this place of despair and have hope.

It starts today:

Geoffrey,

Can you send me Jonggul’s telephone number? I cannot email his U of M email because I have a restraining order against me contacting the U of M. I need to talk Jonggul about restoring my career. I am not going to let the U of M crush my possibility for future employment. What has happened is that they have entirely cut off my contact with my previous workplace. The dilemma is that doctors say I have a mental illness, but treat me like a criminal. Do you remember getting this email?

“Hello, dear NMR users,

Recently an ex-user (of department of pharmacology) of the MNMR center has serious mental problem (this is his old problem and it comes back again) and he is not allowed to come to the campus by the university. If anybody sees him, one should call 911 immediately. We request you that everybody has to use his own U-card to open the door of the MNMR Center.

Thanks and have a nice holidays, MNMR Center”

I need to talk to someone about building back my career after the manic episode I had this past December. Jonggul is someone I trust, and I would like to talk to him about it. Please give me his number so I can do that. This is important. Thank you.

Kaya

I was unemployed for half a year after this episode. I need help getting on my feet, and feel that there may be a shred of humanity left in people at the U of M.

Thank you.

Bullet to the Sane

The following lyrics jump out at me today from 2Pac’s song “No More Pain” (see below):

Put them in a lyric:

“Death to everybody that ain’t down with me
That’s on, feel me?

Put your mouth on this pistol nigga
Put your mouth on the pistol!

Holding me down with your DSM-V
Corrupt ass system

Mad pride motherfuckers
A bullet is headed to your head

Freedom for the insane or else
You give me no choice but to fight

University you will feel the pain
Everyone who has fucked me will get fucked

Somehow, I don’t know how
There is somewhere justice will come

Not sure how
In my poems

You will be tried and executed
A death sentence”

I am reposting this article on the Huffington Post blog today:

The Criminalization of Mental Illness: Be a Voice for Justice

The criminalization of people with mental illness remains one of the most significant human rights and criminal justice challenges in America. As a pioneer of America’s first Mental Health Court dedicated to the decriminalization of people arrested with serious mental illness and co-occurring disorders, the call to action for mental health by Destination Dignity is welcome news.

On August 24th, 2015, Washington D.C., Destination Dignity, a collaborative project will bring together people with mental health disorders, family members, disability rights advocates, celebrities and leaders groups from across the nation. According to organizers, The March for Dignity represents the first step in building a national movement for change and public engagement around mental health in America.

As noted in news releases, this event is not related to any pending legislation or organization. Described as what will be a historic moment for people with mental health conditions, this march is an inaugural call to action and rallying cry for mental health consumers, families, civil rights leaders and advocates to demand dignity and an end to broad based discrimination, which includes criminal justice reform. One only needs to consider the recent New York Times article denoting the fact that a psychologist was selected as the new warden of Chicago’s Cook County Jail to realize the severity of the challenges surrounding mental health and criminal justice.

When Broward County launched its Mental Health Court in 1997, I hoped our court would be successful and drive the decriminalization of people arrested for low-level offenses with mental health and substance abuse conditions. I’m thrilled to know we have diverted more than 17,000 people with mental health conditions out of our local jail.

The relevant lesson learned is that dignity is its own force. Dignity dispels fear and levels the playing field. Ultimately the promotion of dignity and respect becomes a reflection of fairness, the integrity of legal process, and the protection of civil and human rights. In my view, rejecting stigma in favor of equality and human dignity is the essence of social justice.

I believe the August March for Dignity and Call for Change, could not come at a better time. I have written extensively about therapeutic justice and the urgent need to find solutions to the criminalization of people with mental illness from a recovery and dignity perspective. As the policy debate on how best to reform criminal justice and reduce mass incarceration, it is imperative that matters pertaining to mental health needs and disability rights become a substantive part of the criminal justice reform debate. This includes economic benefits, housing, community case management, and access to treatment and supportive services.

In 2003, The President’s New Freedom Commission issued its Final Report based upon recovery and a call to achieve the promise and transform delivery of mental health care in America. That transformation has yet to be fulfilled. America needs voices to carry that vision of dignity and recovery to our national leaders and state and local policymakers. It is beyond time to bring dignity and social justice to all Americans diagnosed with mental health conditions and/or disabilities. In truth, it has always been the consumer and citizen voices which drive social justice and cultural change. I hope you will lend your support to the March for Dignity and Change for Mental Health and become a voice for justice.

Hey DeVante
Nigga, don’tcha know we’re gonna sow up every bitch in the country
Me and you, up in the same motherfuckin’ room
On the same level
This shit here
Please, no more pain
That’s right nigga
Hey drop that shit boy

My adversaries cry like hoes fully eradicate my foes
My lyrics explode on contact, gamin’ you hoes
Who else but Mama’s only son, fuck the phony niggas I’m the one
Say my name, watch bitches come, now fire
When ready, stay watchin’ our figure, increase speed
Make you motherfuckers bleed from your mouth quicker
Plus all these niggas that you run with
Be on some dumb shit
Trickin’ on hoes, I ain’t the one bitch
Holla my name and witness game official, it’s so sick
Have every single bitch that came witchu, on my dick
Plus this alcohol increases the chance to be deceased
I’m movin you stupid bitches, vicious telekenesis
Am I reachin’ your brain? Nigga how can I explain?
How vicious this Thug motherfucker came
When I die, I want to be a living legend, say my name
Affiliated with this motherfuckin’ game, with no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

Line up my adversaries, blast on sight, and fuck your boyfriend
Bitch, I want some ass tonight, you know my steelo
Alize and Cristal, weed
Sure you heard of all the the freaky shit they say about me, huh
Plus all you busters is jealous, pull your gun out and blast
I dare you niggas to open fire, I’ll murder that ass
And disappear before the cops come runnin’
My Glock’s spittin’ rounds
Niggas fallin’ down clutchin’ they stomach
It’s Westside, Death Row, Thug niggas on the rise
Busters shot me five times, real niggas don’t die
Can ya hear me? Laced with this game, I know you fear me
Spit the secret to war, so cowards fear me
My only fear of death is reincarnation
Heart of a solider with a brain to teach your whole nation
And feelin’ no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

Bury me that’s what they all say
It’s time to make a killin’ sure to make a million with DeVante
Bitch I know you want me, what your mouth say?
Now, watch your eyes
You don’t wanna get with me, that’s a lie
I got my hands on your hips, no time to bullshit
Freaky bitch, come give me kiss
Tell them niggas from other areas, brothers from here
So obsessed with this money makin’ it ain’t nothin’ we fear
Now they label me a troublemaker, ’cause I’m a ridah
Death to you playa haters, don’t let me find ya
Mama made me rugged, Baptize the public
Now you all thugs, nigga don’t you love it
It’s similar to multiple gunshots, retaliation is a must
Wasn’t too sure what you facin’ so watch the guns bust
You niggas’ll bleed, fuckin with me you’ll be deceased
Never restin’ in peace nigga, with no more pain

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

I came to bring the pain, hardcore to the brain
Let’s go inside my astral plane (no more pain)

Say Thug life baby
(Hardcore from the brain)
Death Row
So what you motherfuckers do?
Hey that’s DeVante droppin that beat like that biatch
In case you wonderin’
Hey jealous niggas
See y’all niggas
Motherfuckin’ niggas are shit
Hey

Westside!
Death to everybody that ain’t down with me
That’s on, feel me?
Oh yeah, to the cowards, you know what I mean
Just feel that
Thug Life
Shit don’t stop
Well you’re full beside you’ve had Downs Syndrome, motherfuckers
Weak ass niggaz, skanless cunts, fuckin C.E.O.s
Put your mouth on this pistol nigga
Put your mouth on the pistol!
Yeah nigga no more pain
Prison ain’t changed me nigga, it made me worse
Feel me nigga
No more pain
Hey DeVante I’m givin these motherfuckers choices
Niggas can roll with us, or they can be rolled under us
That’s on you nigga, what you wanna do?
Last year we was lettin these niggas kick up dust
This year you motherfuckers gonna be dust
Thug Life nigga Westside!

About kayaerbil

I am a Berkeley educated chemistry Ph.D. who is moving into the area of working on developing appropriate technology for communities that are subjected to socio-economic oppression. The goal is to use simple and effective designs to empower people to live better lives. Currently, I am working with Native Americans on Pine Ridge, the Lakota reservation in South Dakota. I am working with a Native owned and run solar energy company. We are currently working on building a compressed earth block (CEB) house that showcases many of the technologies that the company has developed. The CEB house is made of locally derived resources, earth from the reservation. The blocks are naturally thermally insulating, keeping the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. Eventually, a solar air heater and photovoltaic panels will be installed into the house to power the home and keep it warm, while preserving the house off the grid. A side project while in Pine Ridge is a solar computer. I hope to learn about blockchain encryption software for building microgrids. In addition, it is an immediate interest of mine to involve local youth in technology education.
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