Pressure Release/Applying Pressure: Part Two

PART TWO:

DONA & DTI Trainings + the use of certification to reinforce white supremacy, the medical industrial complex, the theft of indigenous and colonized peoples’ ancestral methodology+terminology

There was this shifting moment, an elder at my then church home… lost his wife….. who was PEAK HUMAN to me, during childbirth. A family that would be welcoming a new member home, hopping on their meal train, being the “go-for”. This family was instead planning a homegoing for the person who made this family possible. Do you know what it is like to go to a funeral….. instead deliver massages, food, baths, balms, teas, prayer, community support to someone you sought out for advice as a mother of sons, and a woman of God? That was my personal awakening to black women dying bringing life into the world. She was educated, employed, healthy according to American healthcare standards, a mother two times over already…….and gone. My own mother’s cardiac arrest on the operating table during my arrival did not register due to a narrative fed to me by my birth family and society. My mother’s heart stopped because of drug use. Not a whole damn bold ass life of racism, systemic incarceration, and weathering. Not a the third C-section. Then, it all made sense. They were treated (or not “treated”) the same in the same setting. Not listened to, ignored, demeaned, judged, set aside, dehumanized, generalized. I took a major look at my own child’s arrival and how I had already began changing the narrative of my lineage. After that, I became the doula friend, the breastfeeding help friend, the infant care friend, the home remedy friend, the person people could trust their home and children with…….and with that came the free support, of errrrrbody and anybody.

  I started actually calling myself a doula with certainty after I supported a neuroscience lab mate during the prenatal and postpartum periods in mid-2011. The image of the little person who set that in stone was given to me by their mother. It rests on my altar. I did not call myself a doula until that tiny person’s parent gave that picture as a First Birthday gift. It was that picture that told me that talking to butterflies, bees and babies was my gift. A reminder that I have a selfless and empathic soul. I could look at a person who will become a parent and see the magic of DNA, life’s transgressions and triumphs, a soul learning life and then also see very clearly this tiny person who was of them but not them. This person did not have a family support system, as I did not as a former military spouse. But this person was able to reach out to someone they trusted, and found their footing as a parent. This person was me, and I was them. Trying to begin this new life with addressing many of the needs we as now adults feel we lacked as children. Building a better lineage, one change at a time 

Hello, Tiny Person. They usually tell me all of the things.

 I reached out to DONA after googling “doula certification”. This was 2011, yall. I had a legit birth center down the street, midwifery acquaintances, attended hospital, birth center and home births, and I was on these innanets looking for certification on doing something I did above and beyond everyone I heard was doing it. I was out here trying to do that absolute most to be accepted by this healthcare system that already was not about that holistic care life? But, I hit a wall when I was not able to afford the course, the required reading list (yeah kindle wasn’t that bih yet, still had to buy actual books), membership and travel to where the course was being held. Y’ALLLLL. All while working full-time, going to school and raising a human. I reached out via email (receipts KEPT over here) and realized I was asking to have a discount as a single mother, in school, paying for bills with my student loan payouts……to an organization where no one looked even a lick like me.. I had to pay for the packet toooooo? GTFOH. I departed that effort without a second thought…….but damn did I start to realize my need for validation via certification. Decolonization of the mind is a continuous, intensive, life-long process for me, as long as I dwell in this body.  Thank God I had people that reached out to me despite not being “DONA Certified”.

I could have joined another local volunteer organization, but I did not feel aligned with their mission at the time. Hospitals were not places they desired to go and home birth for colonized bodies is revolutionary. But, I am a moderate. Folk cant get free if they don’t feel safe and at the time. Liberation of the mind requires meeting people where they are, and allowing them to unlock the chains themselves upon being educated about their validity and agency. I should know, folks did that for me. Safety and Security are two very different things. Texas Medicaid/Healthcare Policy Legislature was (and still is) pulling all kinds of fuck shit to prevent people from receiving adequate care, if they sought to birth outside of a hospital. Things have since changed at that organization, and it brings me joy that they along with other congruent orgs support marginalized people in hospital, birth center and home settings. Oppressed, colonized folk deserve to have allllll the options, and time available to decolonize. Those who live and benefit from white privilege need to be on the fast-track of accountability towards co-conspirators. No excuses.

 

On my about page. These are the organizations that need to be consulted about healthcare policy & doula training.

Fast forward to Spring 2016, and I have to complete a doula training in order to take prenatal clients with what appeared to be a moderate local volunteer organization. WTF….here we go again. I did the on-call portion of being a volunteer. Quickly, I became the Spanish speaking go-to. Now, this time a heaux had the coin.  I made it clear when I joined the organization, I was there for oppressed folk only, no white folks beyond incarceration and on-call shifts…My exposure to a certain prominent local birth center chain let me know real quick the level of privilege and access white birthing people have in this area. Permission was granted, but I had to do the course for their grants and data.…FUCK, but noooooo why? Insert DTI……nope, take it out. Then, it was the white feminist (still is honestly) “trailblazer with lifetime certification for one fee”. A bih would bleed her heart out at a couple of attempts despite stellar references and birth experiences for a scholarship….NOPE. DENIED. Every time God be telling me to mind my business and do what I do, I was out here in these streets trying to be valid in the eyes of the people who would fund my business. White women. All while watching them appropriate black folks into shaping their business for profit, using their proximity to a certain struggle as social collateral. The proclamation of anti-racism, but operating with colorism in full display…….again, 400 PLUS YEARS of observing your teary-eyed, audacity. Colonizers gonna colonize.

Yes, I cuss if you have not figured that out by now. I keep it under wraps in professional contexts, but this is my whole damn space. Paid and maintained by ME. So, you gonna get the WHOLE TOBACCO FIELD, CIGARETTE/CIGAR/CIGARELLO MANUFACTURING PLANT AND LIGHTER HERE. Go censor ya racist ass mama, daddy, grandparents, cousins and them…….

I haven’t. Fifty-three percent in 2016, and FIFTY-FIVE PERCENT in 2020.

I haven’t. Fifty-three percent in 2016, and FIFTY-FIVE PERCENT in 2020.

 

If upon reading thus far you think I haven’t or do not support white birthing folk, you are stupid. I am fortunate to have been at transitions with some phenomenal white accomplices, and some legit fools. As I have said before, I was that friend that someone knew that was a doula. And I took every single one of those lives into my heart when I served any family. Ignorance is one thing and can be worked through. Willful ignorance is a whole, ‘nother conversation.

 

Sept 2016

I sat in a white run, white staffed birthing center, in a room a white DONA trainer from the east coast minus an Arab Italian woman who was auditing the course for a college research project (there was one queer person also there, let me not forget….who was catching my side eyes, let me not act brand new).. I did what was asked of me in all of the exercises, code-switched and played the role of participatory student. I didn’t live my whole life to let this keep me from serving me and mines in Austin. I kept my own personal input and voice quiet for the 2 days of content. On the third, half day, the East Coast trainer called upon me after a whole day of silence. I was tired AF. “Rasalin, Is everything ok?” LOUD AND CLEAR, NO, ITS NOT. I sat in that room for those hours of my life and listened to her teach indigenous knowledge and the profits she’s made upon it. I listened to her other and exclude LGBTQIA+ folks as if Austin did not have a rep and a member of the community wasn’t in the room). I listened to her reinforce western medicine as the pinnacle birth place and gleam about NFL players’ wives as clients. “NO, ITS NOT. You talk like this, you’ve been talking about birth and its it not like this for me and my people. You talk about things as if we all have a capacity to buy let alone need all of this stuff to have a baby. You are disconnected to what it is like for people who don’t look and live like you.”

MUTHAFUCKIN CLASSIC WHITE WOMAN UNCOMFORTABLE SILENCE…………then, her rebuttal…..

CHARITY, bih. That she “has grown her practice to the point where she can take less fortunate families pro bono”…..BIHHHHHHH like this is some Save the Children bullshit? Some legit…….”I used your knowledge to make money and when it serves me, I’ll support them for free?” focusing on NFL players’ partners……….Did I mention that three now prominent Austin doulas (one has since relocated, thanks IG for suggesting people I don’t care for) were in that training also. They heard this exchange. They felt (or did not feel) the tension in that room. I have a personal issue with two of them, as George Floyd somehow gathered their limited sense. The public execution of that man…… The other, I knew what that was from the get go.… You may call this petty. I call this a prime example of not listening to a black woman. So yet again, my light-skinned privilege, holding back in silence let this white woman say she trained a black woman without any accountability for her curriculum, behavior and audacity. So damn harmful this silence has been.

The Pink Pussy Hat Brigade:

George Floyd’s public execution apparently made me all of a sudden good enough for a DTI scholarship….but they, as many white doulas and midwives in Austin have, used poor oppressed peoples’ bodies for their certifications only to serve their own…..REBOZOS ON FULL DISPLAY. Saying “Sis,” like they were the mitochondrial DNA that ties humanity to Africa…..again….GTFOH. Explain to me how different they are from the fools in the Medical Industrial Complex? The Prison Industrial Complex? The US Food Supply Chain? I’ll wait. And educate yourself on systematic racism in those contexts while you are gathering a rebuttal. They trying to save their pockets, that is about it.

If you are a marginalized person working for/with DONA or DTI, do you Boo. But remember how much you paid/are getting paid, how much they made and are making on the knowledge of your ancestors. Remember how y’all out here in these streets having to discount services to serve us, but white doulas are demanding the absolute most with NONE of the same barriers. DTI recently removed rebozo training from their curriculum. So, y’all gonna refund a portion of folks’ fees or go ahead and fund the reclamation of ancestral ways by those parties yall appropriated or what? Maybe pay for the education of marginalized midwifery students? Just some suggestions. Because black folks should not be out here with GoFundMe pages while living y’all most publically applauded lies. I aint attended a single “Mentorship call” since I saw the “updated” reading list. White women, doing white women things. And having their ethnic employees do the field research for their fuck shit. Nope, y’all not getting none of this literary heat outta me. Especially, when grief/loss/death are still wholly unapproached and conversed about. When yells of justice from the bodies snatched from black community have been documented historically, researched scientifically, but only pertinent ‘cause you saw it on your phone/television/laptop and could not escape seeing it?

This organization holds a conference every year where white folk parade their wokeness and look for willing representatives from marginalized communities to share/lead/guide. This is also where they systematically gaslight these representatives. But, that evidence was taken off the innanets. Because of the shame of the honesty of what birthwork looks like here in Austin. Their social media pages look like a contest for a Target aisle display. Because civility over justice, comfortability over confrontation. Bih, I aint forgot. Put all the black folks you want in certain positions bc of Sandra, Breonna and George…….facts are that you built this off of the undervalued and underpaid work of marginalized folks, and your personal lives do not reflect a damn speck of truth. Your colorism is showing tf out.

And this audacity is RAMPANT in birth-workers in Austin. If a non-white doula, nurse, midwife, doctor, BODY of focus opens up the discourse on accountability, she is immediately treated as if she never could compose a coherent sentence. UNLESS she is light-skinned and comes in the tone they find comfortable. The hushed smear campaigns, social media shitstorm (overt and covert) and general professional ostracization based on depth of melanin and respectability politics….LAWDT. These white folk be legit appointing themselves as the orators and scales of justice “on behalf of all birthing peoples”,……. AFTER THEY HAVE READ A FEW BOOKS, WATCHED A FEW DOCUMENTARIES, AND SOME TED TALKS. But you feel you are now more than capable of laying your hands on a black birthing body????????? These are the same people that “donate” baby items that are stained, not cleaned, significantly used, close to expiration. Because they do not want to waste and the lesser valued is not sacrificial, the used is not truly sacrificial.

But a gathering of majority white women, at a conference created by a organization created by white women who charge insane amounts of money for a “lifetime certification”, with oppressed folk having to rehash trauma to validate competition over scholarship slots to learn from books written by white women can gaslight their non-white speakers and presenters without recourse? Change from an NPO to a corporation on colonized peoples’ birthrights….literally…….But anyway, let me get back to the point. Even though that is the point. Now they’ve “changed” quite a lot since then, but I know weeds when I see them. Monsanto Round-Up Ready GMO soybean asses. If you have to show the world you are decolonizing your mind, you are doing it wrong. How your behave and how uncomfortable you are NOT WILLING to be tells volumes.

My record of DONA’s training locations over a lengthy period, the curriculum I was taught, the inconsistencies of your trainers (‘cause folks have to seek out a certain trainer to be not othered), or is putting highly traditionally educated black folks on your board and staff selecting your checkboxes? Single handedly these two orgs are doing to doula work, what western medicine, NARM, MANA, NACPM and ACNM did to midwifery…….disenfranchisement filled with white, cisgendered audacity with some conforming queer folk sprinkled in. And it works in the same order EVERY TIME, first we appear inclusive to queer folks, THEN to black and brown folks. But, in this whole race to touch and support black birthing folk, they not acknowledging that the Maternal Mortality and Morbidity stats INCREASE with socio-economic status and education? AFTER THEY HAVE READ A FEW BOOKS, WATCHED A FEW DOCUMENTARIES…..took a training, hired some new staff, made a DEI Statement, you know all of the things that do not require decentering themselves.

And lemme tell you, AND they love putting the lightest possible person of color forwards and fucking center. Especially, if again makes it seems like their eyes are open wide. Bih, y’all told on yourselves. Your foundation is sweaty, runny and I can see how hard you tried to make that bronzer work, boo. CLOCKED. Y’allllllll these websites done ticked up like a tanning salon at the Jersey Shore after a Cristiano Ronaldo and George Hamilton sighting in the same week.  


They deny my humanity in private, and then at an increased intensity my peoples’ humanity because they trying to be Ina May and Penny Simkin, Hilaria Baldwin with a Ruth Bader Ginsberg collar? Spiritual Midwifery out here looking like a blue-eyed, blond haired Jesus, a fair skinned Krisha, a Vineyard Vines wearing Allah, a pale panel of Greek Goddesses. I look at the Duggar family and these folk and see no difference. Projection, marketing, and media versus reality. Ya rugs are not only bulging from the amount of bullshit you done swept under, but dusty and crusty af. Especially, considering I AIN’T LEARNED A DAMN THING NEW from either organization. I have learned more in the baby sections of Craigslist, AliExpress, Amazon than I did in either one of those trainings. Maybe it is because being out here for years is why I know so much, and there is no comparison between learning their curricula vs experience. I am telling you……a classic hallmark of the permeation of American academia is the abundance of filler fuck shit to get ya coin, teachers who cannot be taught and students who are trained that they know nothing. I have spent a majority of my life as a student, and I plan to remain learning as long as I have breath in my body. But when I say my time was amply wasted, picture a night out scene from The Real World: New Orleans. I aint Danny on some Dont Ask Dont Tell bs. I’m telling. Omg, I just realized who these people remind me of…….. Beth from the New York cast. LOLOLOLZ ANNOYING AF.

Always got something to say, never got time to actually internally reflect and learn.

I’m so mad at God that we have lost black pillars of midwifery, remnants of how this country came to be, to a disease exacerbated/caused by racism and its weathering, but Ina May still alive? Talm ‘bout it is our diet that is killing us. A cornerstone, Afua Hassan, defended Ina to me at a time when black and brown birth-workers were coming for her blood. Afua explained revolution, change, care in her career, her personal account. She kept me in check quite a few times. Still blows my mind. The defense of a person’s humanity even when being dehumanized. Afua’s departure transition still causes me to box with God. Died from a disease spurned and fed by chronic stress & weathering. The systematic strain of carrying the torch of ancestral ways in a society that is at war with your Divinely, intentionally made calling and existence. She ushered in whole ass percentages of lives in Texas over the course of her career. These midwifery regulating bodies are complete trash concerning her passing and preservation of her lineage. While no coincidence, a prominent white care provider employed at prominent local birth center said some racist trash to me upon a transfer, in front of the treating physician and medical director of the birth center. But she out here living her most privileged life. CANCER FUCKING FREE. Let her pass, there will be a whole social media storm, news crew and public call……but for Afua? Nah. Honestly, her memorial was so much. I still cannot believe it. I am no one of import in her inner and immediate circle. But the grace, dignity and unapologetic blackness filled my soul and gave me the fuel to come home and write these experiences. It is clear to me that we lost a National Library of Congress sized wealth of knowledge. I equate her death with the burning of our ancient scripts, erasure of our native tongues, condemnation of dances, museum displays of our sacred talismans, and the denial of our humanity. She was taken from us. Claudia was taken from us.

Y’ALL……I am a humanist, but this shit is getting my on last fucking nerves. And silence is HARMFUL AS FUCK, when you are witnessing trash of EXXON VALDEZ, OZONE LAYER HOLE, AMAZONIAN FOREST sized proportions. I wholly acknowledge living in moral shit, trying to eat it to seem safe and credible, be accepted by a population of image huffing dumpster fires, and all in a effort to serve my own? Nahhhhhhhhh. I quit ya’ll. Nope Noppity Nope Nope.


Pressure Release/Applying Pressure: Part One

These next few blog posts will reflect a few OF my experiences, as I have lived them. I take full accountability for these allowances and lack of boundaries that were enforced by my silence. A silence that caused harm to my people and myself. It has taken YEARS to get to this point. I acknowledge that in those moments I failed my ancestors, my community and myself. I acknowledge that I chose safety in being shushed. That I felt I was more effective keeping my head down, being present for my people during their transitions. But, God. But, grief said nope. Responsibility means speaking up and out.

“Putting harmony over justice and civility over amends is a harmful practice if we are telling people to constantly bypass defending themselves or standing against what is awry.”

Luvvie Ajayi Jones

Professional Troublemaker: The Fear Fighter Manual

What happens when the marginalized, colonized and oppressed allow white people into sacred spaces without discipline and correction. The entitlement displayed in using black women for emotional and physical labor.

While living in El Paso, I was saved from complete isolation and insanity by a Sunday routine. I would wake up my son, make a full breakfast (Southern raised, Midwest-born, so you know what it do), and we would head out to church. Church was followed with a lunch playdate for my son with friends from school, or with other church members I had grown to know. After a nap, we would head to West African Dance class. I was invited to this class by people whom I had met working in bars to make ends meet, yoga and permaculture meetings. Indigenous, Mexican, and Mestiza. Imagine having your ancestral dances taught to you by people who were barred from learning and doing their own? They snatched back their dances, and mine. These phenomenal human beings learned my rhythmic heritage on my ancestral land. And if that shit is not crazy enough, they brought in the best of the best for workshops. I was able to sit under accents that applied balm to my parched lineage isolation from Ghana, Côte D’Ivoire, Senegal, Nigeria……I cannot express what it did for my soul to have that kind of literal rest, spiritually, physically and culturally. It is only by Divine wisdom and effort to give me this reprieve. I lived in that city for almost 10 years. The last two were the most bittersweet. I was largely silent in my professional life because I was trying to survive, be validated by societal standards of adequacy, and reeling from a traumatic 3 yr divorce court battle. Shiiiiiiit, still dealing with it, tbh.

 

My home away from home. Grimey, Gracious and Glorious. El Paso, Texas, USA and Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico

My home away from home. Grimey, Gracious and Glorious. El Paso, Texas, USA and Ciudad Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico

I did not know was that it was in those same spiritually grounded places, someone I would allow to see me in my transparency and use me (either consciously or unconsciously) for their own agenda and narrative. I had been under the impression and what I believed was a collective awareness of an individual’s acceptance and allowance into sacred spaces. I relied on the community’s behavior to dictate my boundaries. Little did I know that systemically this person would use my compassion to support their abuse of white privilege and agency. I would be the safe, light-skinned emotional labor they needed when they attempted to irresponsibly attain self-gratification. A self-gratification move that the other party was clear about being an issue. I prayed for them and hoped for selflessness. Thank God they were selfless in the end.

 

Loyalty Missionary Baptist Church, another casualty of East Austin gentrification. But, the city talks about historic preservation?

Loyalty Missionary Baptist Church, another casualty of East Austin gentrification. But, the city talks about historic preservation?

I have held space for this person as they committed petty theft. Upon their frantic call and entrance in my home, it was shared that this was not a single occurrence. Their disclosed upbringing, personal hobbies, and whom they considered community indicated that the only reason the police were not involved was because this person is white. They watched as I engaged with Austin Police Department three times in a matter of a couple of weeks, two accidents (I was rear ended) and mistaken identity for credit card theft. The shit was legit harassment. But, nope. They did not see their faults, nor was I offered any compensation or recourse for being present for them. I am sure their other “friends” do not know this, as this person called the safe, light-skinned woman.

 

 It puts my stomach in knots knowing that this person is not only outwardly unapologetic about their appropriation, but also purely exploitative when they claim competence to act in what they believe is activism for marginalized peoples. This person calls themselves a CARE PROVIDER when they have birthed so much harm in their arrogance. This person’s exposure to birth on colonized and oppressed bodies to meet their “numbers”. This person is so assured in their agency, they felt compelled to tell a black body that their dream occupation was ridiculous. This person found me to be avoidant of my culture for desiring to live in an area that gave me immediate access to wild green space and lakes. Their concern came from a place of “being concerned with isolation from my culture”. They did not take in account that not all black folk like city life, I was a single mom on a budget, I just moved from the desert, and the infamous UT study that validated the reduction of black folk in Austin……nor that I was actually closer to Pflugerville/Georgetown…where black folk were moving due to being gentrified & redlined out of homes (this person lived in a gentrification zone in a gentrified ass house, but I am a kind, patient person, y’all). Did they have this level of concern showing their face in a black house of worship? This is what it is when your light-skinned privilege deems you safe. People either claiming to be an ally, or reaching out of misguided concern use their agency and exposure to your intimate existence to shame you and oppress your kin without rebuke. My ability to hold space and keep secrets are compounded when weaponized in their self-gratification.

Thank God for clarity and conscience. And that I didn’t tell this person ALLLLLL of my business. This is why I know that these sacred moments of transition should have those who are not only willing to put their lives on the line, but also move with sensitivity and act intentionally to not exploit us. Midwifery was historically stolen and disenfranchised first from my ancestors after birthing, breastfeeding and raising this nation. Systematically removed and incriminated by white male, God-complexed western medicine (which used black bodies to build a system which excluded those same bodies), white midwives are just as at fault and responsible for the lost of black lives. And JUST if not MORE SO, obligated to provide reparations and corrective action for their appropriation. FUCK Ina May. White midwives (and doulas) tend to have what I call “Trompe d’Oeil tolerance”…. Looks like they are for the liberated black body, until you get realllllll close, (usually alone or at someone’s transition) then you can see the eyes painted on their eyelids. Google “trompe d’oeil”…..that is legit them.

Pere Borrell del Caso’s most famous work, Escaping Criticism (1874)

Pere Borrell del Caso’s most famous work, Escaping Criticism (1874)

We don’t need sympathizers, allies and voices to speak for us that don’t look, act, live, and carry the generational and ancestral traumas that we hold in our bodies. We don’t need someone who has treated our experiences, culture and struggle as a spectator who attempts to put us on like a new outfit over their own privilege in order to be accepted. Seriously, no care provider should be touching a single colonized and oppressed person if they do not look like them or will ensure that people are not being used as a resume filler or talking point for one’s “wokeness”. Decentering yourself means AIN’T SHIT ABOUT YOU. It is what can YOU do FOR US, WITHOUT US needing to do a damn thing. ‘Cause you the problem.

We been the solution, key, plug, seasoning in your bland ass recipe for a country, and keepers of the magic of humanity.

Maternal Mitochondrial DNA, STAND UP BIHHHHH.

 

Maybe parenting has made this person accountable, but I doubt it. How is it that one cannot be deemed an agent of white supremacy if they surround themselves with black and brown people, but assert their privilege when it serves them best? I am from Missouri, the “Show Me State”. I prefer my racists overt instead of covert. Overt racists can be avoided, and you know where you stand. Colorism is covert racism to those that choose not to dig deeper. But, overt to those who remain marginalized and categorized according to comfortability of the white narrative. Two COMPLETELY SEPARATE conversations need to be had in regards to colorism. One, within non-white, marginalized, colonized and oppressed peoples. Not a single Becky, Karen, Chad, Garrett present. Decolonization, for us and by us. The second should not really be a conversation, but a whole ass exposé, life course lecture series, mandatory requirement for existence for white people on colorism fuck shit and how they are and perpetuate the root cause.

Toodle-loo.

Tout à l’heure.

Hasta luego.

Byeeeeeee.

Approaching Arrivals & Departures

Observations on the Capitalist and White Supremist Monopolies of BIRTH & DEATH in the United States.

These are thoughts are mine, and mine alone.

The commoditization of what is sacred.

The denial of food to mitigate aspiration in the event of an emergency C-section in an institution without medical transparency. But a person’s insides must be crystal clear.

The blatant exploitation of colonized peoples’ trauma in the vetting and approval in the pursuit of birth/death education, and education at large.

The ignorance regarding history of medical experimentation on black bodies, and the use of Medicaid insured birthing bodies for training.

The lack of sex education in childbirth education, and the silencing of sexuality in the context of family expansion education.

The partnership between the medical industrial complex, legislation and the car seat industry company.

The acknowledgement of maternal mortality, police brutality and the performative activism that follows.

The white digital and publishing monopoly of childbirth education, lactation counselors and consultants.

The work required to disarm doulas, midwives, nurses, nurse midwives, doctors in training and doctors from using education to harm.

The ignorance concerning the process of decolonization of non-white minds, at times an ultimatum not an uprooting.

The shaming of practices by the impoverished that are glorified in the profitable.

The ability of white birthing folk to “shop around” for doulas, play groups, group chats that will align with an agenda, not an evolution.

The differences in prices for various races and ages of children for adoption.

The lack of cultural competency and implicit bias training in the adoption process.

The lack of acknowledgement of transracial adoptees’ trauma.

The representation of “the best”, “the necessity”.

The agency of white/white presenting privilege presenting people whom have been given access to sacred spaces of colonized people.

The use of knowledge concerning ancestral trauma against those that it lives within.

The marketing color palettes indicating birth and death.

The dismissal of infant loss and miscarriage upon the arrival of a “rainbow baby”.

The glorification of Ina May Gaskin, Penny Simkin, Dr. Seales, and AR pregnancy.

The current integration of indigenous/black themes in birthing without permission and representation.

The current territorial and colonist environment of birthwork.

The dispersal of white savior complex and white guilt when presenting one’s newfound/old-rooted privilege.

The presentation of formula to white versus non-white families.

The use of the word “Auntie” by white people.

The trauma bonding in doula work between parents, partners and doulas versus seeking accountable healing by all parties.

The appropriation of the rebozo by white doulas and doula certifying organizations.

The politics, elitism of doula certification organizations.

The white supremacy in the “snapback” culture.

The white supremacy in a “Mommy Makeover”.

The ability to “take time to heal from death/birth” away from your job/home.

The illogical legislation of time to recover from birth/grief event.

The lack of emphasis on the mental health surrounding birth and death events.

The lack of equitable access to a fair wage, healthcare and FMLA benefits by caregivers.

The glorification of charity and the “othering” of mutual aid efforts.

The worship of Brene Brown’s work around vulnerability while the impermissibility of its existence for Black women.

The isolation of elders in terminal illness, loss of peak neurological function.

The dependence on Google for what to do when someone you love is terminally diagnosed.

The racism and classism in reason for death.

The lack of unbiased, objective forensic pathologists.

The disenfranchisement of non-white families from equitable end-of-life planning.

The lack of cultural competence amongst mortuary scientists and funeral home owners.

The bankrupting of families for memorial methods that do not reinforce their personal norms.

The predatory nature of funeral homes.

The need to make sure racially/ethnically appropriate makeup is applied to the transitioned.

The implication that money eases grief.

The telling children that an individual “went to sleep” when they transitioned instead of exposing them to the reality of mortality.

The police escort for a funeral procession.

The need to document aspects of the memorial event.

The appropriation of indigenous transition practices.

The love of charity for dogs dying, not people.

The defamatory nature of mortuary education.

The suppression of access to alternative medicine in end of life care.

The diminishing of grief of colonized people

The ageism in hospice care.

The environmental catastrophe of death and dying.

The silencing of the screams, moans, wails, fear, laughter, rejoicing, dance, music, texture, cultural release when arrival and departure of colonized black, brown, asian, indigenous, queer and othered bodies.

The commoditization of what is self-evident, sacred and unchanging as a reality to the human existence.

Another Doula, Another Day…..or is it?

HEART Rituals: Helping Energy Awareness-Release Through Rituals

For the past 14 years, I have worked with low-income, incarcerated, immigrant, marginalized families as their childbirth educator, birth coach (doula), and breastfeeding counselor. I know that in order to change the trajectories for the health disparities in these communities, they need primary care providers and specialty interventionists to meet their specific healthcare needs. I know this as a Black woman living these disparities along with my clients.

This is layered with the need to allow the transition of death and grief to be expressed in personal and culturally solidifying means. I believed in my soul that my life has been to walk on the paths of healthcare and motherhood to care for my community towards this change. My path towards health equity has transformed me into a culturally competent, compassionate, and relatable doula for ALL people.  

As a biracial child who identifies as BLACK…growing up in Kinloch/Ferguson, Missouri during the nineteen-eighties, I saw our country perpetually from two racial lenses. The ambiguity plagued my childhood with intra- and interracial traumas. But empathy, resilience and tenacity were sown to my ethical foundations.  The constant parallel awareness cultivated an emotional intelligence that seeks to heal regardless of race, socioeconomic status, orientation and religion. The awareness is also weighted with the truth of racial injustice and systemic oppression. To be Black in America is to be constantly fighting for survival and equity.

My mother was a casualty of the crack cocaine epidemic and my maternal grandparents became my guardians as an infant, this is a chronic occurence in marginalized families. Due to grace of early literacy, my intelligence was exercised daily as the caretaker of the rapidly aging surrogates. Both adults were plagued by stereotypical African American health disparities such as hypertension, high cholesterol, chronic stress, alcoholism, obesity and diabetes. I was proficient in prescriptions, clarifying side effects, explaining dosages, administering blood sugar tests and giving insulin injections by the age of nine. Black and Brown women are birthed into caretaking.

Days of school were missed due to my ability to facilitate competent communication between my grandparents, other adult relatives and their physicians during appointments and consults. These responsibilities and my early sense of ethics fostered a deep sense of independence. I left home at the age of fifteen knowing that in order to change my future, I had to live to help change the social determinants fostering the poor health outcomes I was prematurely managing.  I have lived in France and México, been to ten countries and three continents. The global health education was PRICELESS.

Adulthood called my name, I moved to El Paso, Texas and became a parent…….(and yes, it was a lot). My ability to be in the service of maternal healthcare was expansively opened. I spent my first years as a mother changing the narrative of my family’s health history via diet, breastfeeding, exercising and raising my son in a manner that minimized his risk of inheriting that history. Education became imperative as I enrolled in community college to begin a quest towards Obstetrics and Gynecology (that’s a whole ‘nother blog, child). DONA was the only doula organization around at the time and I made a rookie move of allowing people who did not look like me, tell me what birth was supposed to look like.

I excelled with flying colors and volunteered my time between school, home and mothering as a breastfeeding counselor with my local La Leche League group. My evening hours became divided by play dates, study groups, supporting military and Spanish-speaking mothers during their home, birth center, hospital and caesarean section deliveries. Thank you Universe for knowing better than me what life lived is like.

The demands of medicine were drawn out to me during two years as the only Medical Education Laboratory Technician at Texas Tech’s newest medical school. Hours were spent preparing the academic labs for medical students, maintaining cadavers and feeling the growing pains of establishing a medical school in the border community. Frustrations and politics were imposed as faculty evolved with the curriculum and increasing class sizes. It was as if I was a doula for the department. I kept my focus on supporting and hope on changing the future one birth and death at a time. All the while, I watched as black and brown people were not able to be born or die with emotional freedom.

Within those halls, I empathize with sleepless nights anticipating births as the future doctors in the study rooms and the residents on call. But in that empathy, I realized through the paralleled journeys of student midwives and nursing friends, that midwifery care was established and perfected by black and brown care providers. And, that midwifery care was actively disenfranchised from being accessed by those that made it so. Doctors were necessary to intervene when the natural becomes complex enough to need a scalpel and anesthesia. These same doctors are struggling to have comprehensive care delivered to patients due to the demands of cost-analysis, a crumbling healthcare infrastructure, and the inability to have a work-life balance (Sept 17th is National Physician Suicide Awareness Day. Marinate on that for a minute) Midwives and Nurse-Midwives are necessary if healthcare is going to survive in the U.S.

This truth infuriated me. The obstetric and gynecological healthcare system that was built on the use to enslaved black women, actively prevents access to affordable and personal reproductive health services. The anger was layered by the lack of conversation about black and brown people experiencing death, miscarriage, infertility, and the inability to grieve in a way that does not serve respectability politics or social capital. HEART Rituals is about accountability. It is about moderation. It is about having access to quality care that is SAFE, and that you can afford. It is about having me as your doula knowing I know how the pieces move, operate, and if I do not know, I know someone who does;). And, it is also about mutual aid. But, more on that if you want to book me;)

So, here I am. After all of this time. After supporting the rainbow (figuratively and literally;), offering concierge doula care in a mutual aid model, in Austin, Texas. If you want to hear birth and death stories, hang around. This site is not sprayed with images that reinforce this country’s social-economic-cultural norms for a reason and HIPAA. (LOLOLOLOLZ). Having a baby is NOT all registries, birth plans and joy. Death is NOT a casket, ten-plus-thousand-dollar event that ends when a body is buried.  I do believe that I have been graced with the moral compass, tested ability and genuine affection to reconcile healing, humility and humanity.

Welcome to HEART Rituals:)