Heart of the Matter: A Blog by Dr. Sheryl Brissett Chapman

Category: Homeless Children

There Are No Flowers There

Today was the height of the ever so brief National Cherry Blossom season. I normally take a sort of suburban, somewhat distant notice of the cherry trees along the Tidal Basin in Washington, DC when this magic day arrives…..when the thousands of trees bloom all along the Potomac  River. After all, they were donated to the United States by the Japanese as a friendly gesture over 100 years ago. The well-attended Cherry Blossom Festival has occurred annually since 1935 and countless tourists flock to the city to glimpse the synchronized beauty of the Yoshino and Kwanzan blossoms during a two-week reign.

But this year I took more than a usual slight interest. My 83-year-old mother accompanied me to the historical Decatur House at Lafayette Square to explore this venue for a daughter’s wedding reception. Located downtown, the facility required us to drive through a blanket of beautiful rosy pink and white double blossoms. My mother was delighted beyond description, and I appreciated the glory of this city as never before.

Yet I was not left to enjoy the scenery for long. Strong, unsettling images captured me as I recalled the face of a little boy toddling in the local DC General Emergency Family Shelter hallway just a few weeks earlier. He was irritable and congested with a mucous-filled cold, and he whimpered as if he were hungry. A twelve year old, matured beyond her innocent age, clutched the hand of her little sister, blinking cautiously as she barely attempted to dream up a better future. A young mother expressed deep gratitude for her family’s stay in the old, renovated facility, then described how hard it was to live without a bathtub, in one room, with her two children and all of their limited possessions. She prayed every day for a home for her family….she hoped that this would happen soon.

The recollections are intrusive. There are no flowers there. None. There are no tourists and interested persons.  Just silence. The stark contrast of reality in this incredible, potent, wealthy city reveals its very weakness. We are no better than how we treat our children, no matter the circumstance of their birth. Every child deserves a childhood.  In a civil society, every child gains one. With the dramatic background of blossoming flowers borne out of international friendship, and with satisfied, enthusiastic visitors from around the world, we need not forget that every child in our midst, regardless of social status, needs a safe and stable home.

How Did We Get Here on Valentine’s Day?

This week, as we celebrated Saint Valentine’s Day, approximately half of 190 million valentines were given to family members other than a husband or wife, usually to children. When valentine-exchange cards made in school activities are included, the number approaches 1 billion, and teachers receive the most valentines (US Greeting Card Association, 2010). So I have discovered that Valentine’s Day really is increasingly less about romantic love or martyrdom, but more about childhood friendship and affection.

So what happened this year? Personally, I was fortunate to receive flowers, cards, calls, and dinner.  Nevertheless, I experienced this nagging, deeply felt discomfort. Valentine’s Day was upstaged this year by reports of a powerful betrayal. The press reported that over 600 children currently reside in the DC General Emergency Family Shelter, located between the local jail and the morgue. This created a buzz in the  region……who really knew? I knew.

Working in collaboration with the Homeless Children’s Playtime Project and the Children’s Defense Fund Freedom School, NCCF’s staff and I have witnessed the unique opportunities provided by hundreds of college students and volunteers for the poorest children in the District to learn to play and read at the Shelter. And clearly, these efforts make an important difference for the unprecedented number of children who temporarily live in the former hospital with their parents.

Honestly, though, I really want to know: In this affluent region, how did we get here? It certainly is a good thing that we provide a few hours weekly to alleviate the stress children feel living in the Shelter, and indeed, inspiring children to read will have a positive benefits for their development going forward. But, I also know that young children  are feeling oriented (why they cry or laugh so readily to express themselves) and literally absorb the stress of their parents’ lives well before their brains can process who is responsible for the lack of  a home. And these children are normal children, primarily needing a consistent, stable home to go to every day, just
like all other children.

Yet even for the most resilient children, the negative effects may be self perpetuating–anxiety, school delay, self blame, shame,  insecurity, irritability, depression, poor self esteem, post traumatic stress syndrome. When and if they can claim a home of their own, skilled intervention may be needed later for formerly homeless children to foster positive adjustment and a sense of normalcy.  By all possible means,  let’s help these parents provide the basic housing, stimulation, and family structure necessary for their children to thrive, without a daily trek through metal detectors and by security officers, to be rewarded with a bed and two meals.

Valentine’s Day mostly is about childhood. As a larger and total community, we must do much, much better on Valentine’s Day next year, or shame on us!

Homeless Children: The Other One Percent

Drinking a cup of coffee this afternoon, fighting off unprecedented, increasing allergy assaults this spring (I live in a wonderfully flowering parkland with a yard in full bloom), I leisurely read this Sunday’s headlines: Joining Washington’s one percenters takes more than the U.S. average .  According to writers Gowen, Morello, and Mellnik, a household income must be far above the national average of $387,000, to be in the area’s top 1 percent. The gateway for the region is $527,000. And the numbers in this category are increasing.  Frankly, this may well be considered a good thing.  Certainly, this is a sign that the economy is not absolutely flat, and that there is an expanding opportunity for charitable contributions in the region. But where are the headlines about the other one percent, the bottom, which includes those nearly 500 homeless District children who live in an aging hospital turned emergency shelter, in the midst of this affluence? How many of the affluent have ever met a child who lives in the large emergency family shelter located at the former D.C. General Hospital? These numbers are increasing, too. These children are housed with their indigent parents in eyesight of the city morgue and jail. Death and incarceration. Disparities and dispair. No place for growing children. Yet these formidable facilities are much more appealing than the family shelter itself. I think it is simply wrong for us to allow such subliminal messaging to poor children. This breeds hopelessness, disconnect, anger, and a culture of poverty. If you are interested in joining with others to make a difference, let me know.