Lives of the mentally ill matter, too!
One of our prisoner correspondents
has chosen to focus on inmate stories that could and should have been handled
differently.
Readers of this column know
that we have repeatedly and strongly advocated for the mentally ill, especially
those who live here in Michigan where our care is so inadequate. Well, here’s
the story of Mr. Brown (his real name), and how our system in the State of
Michigan failed him every step of the way. Mr. Brown is 72 now, although he
sounds like a child. His peers say he cannot function properly, and insist that
he needs help.
1978
Three guys arrested in Detroit
when a person is killed. Mr. Brown’s two co-defendants take advantage of
his mental illness, and place the blame on him. Following short prison terms,
they are free.
1979
Though seriously mentally
ill, Mr. Brown receives a life sentence in prison, rather than assignment
to a mental institution.
Over the years in prison
Mr.
Brown’s health deteriorates: bronchitis, asthma, high blood pressure and high
cholesterol.
2020
Mr.
Brown contracts Covid 19. “There is no way he could make it through a second
wave of infection.”
Our correspondent Jamie
Meade, who represents the National Lifers Association chapter in his facility,
is begging for help for the man: “Mr. Brown can safely be
released to a senior living facility. His age and mental illness require
continuous care. It is a social injustice to keep him in prison another day. If Mr. Brown does not
receive help he will die in prison.”
Here we have
an elderly African American man, severely mentally ill, who has spent the past
43 years behind bars. Now he’s physically ill, eligible for parole but
obviously having trouble catching a parole, and no place to go if he does get
out. What a sad, sad story!
The system
has failed him from top to bottom, from beginning to end, from start to finish.
Does Jesus care when my way is dark
With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?
With a nameless dread and fear?
As the daylight fades into deep night shades,
Does He care enough to be near?
Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.
I’m convinced that Jesus
cares.
Do we?
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