With an important introduction by C. Everett Koop and passionate endorsements from Senator Edward M. Kennedy and public officials from every major city in the U.S., this authoritative and timely guide calls for the diagnosis and treatment of urban violence as a public health crisis.
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I first became aware of violence as a major threat to young people during my third year at Harvard Medical School.
The third year is the clinical year, the time when frightened students begin to practice medicine on living patients. For me and for many, the third year is a crash course in real life. Every hospital room we enter teaches new lessons about the bad things that can happen to people.
In late January of 1978, as part of my third-year training, I did a six week surgical rotation at Boston's Brigham and Women Hospital. I didn't like surgery. My husband and I were expecting our first child. In those early months of pregnancy, everything nauseated me, especially the sights and the smells of the operating room. During my six weeks at the Brigham, I probably dashed out of more rooms and vomited in more hallways than any other student in the school's history.
The surgical rotation included an extended stint in the emergency room. On a typical night the doors to the Brigham E.R. would swing open to admit every imaginable kind of case. There were people with abdominal pain and urinary tract infections. There were people pulled from car wrecks. People with sore throats, broken bones, infected toes. Kids who had swallowed their parents' pills. And teenagers-an endless parade of teens; cut, shot, bleeding, dead, the victims of would-be or actual homicides.
The pace in the emergency room was fast and the pressure was almost always on. During one twelve-hour shift, the surgical resident looking over my shoulder decided that I was ready; my lesson for the night would be suturing. For severalweeks I had been practicing. Using a surgical needle and thread, I had closed great juicy gashes slashed in navel oranges. I had practiced taking small, neat stitches on artificial skin. But nothing prepared me for the moment when I thrust a needle through the resistant skin of a squirming person.
That night I treated all the patients who arrived needing stitches. I explained to each that I was a student just learning to suture and that my work would be closely supervised by a resident. My stitching was slow, but competent. The resident praised my efforts and I was feeling pretty good.
At around 3 A.M., a young man not yet 20 years old arrived pressing a blood-stained shirt to a laceration over his eyebrow. I told him I was a student and that got us talking. As I cleaned and stitched his wound, the patient told me what had happened. He'd been to a party. He had had quite a lot to drink. A throw-away comment from a guy he barely knew ignited his anger. An argument erupted. Insults were shouted. A crowd of excited on-lookers gathered and began to egg the disputants on. A shove was given, and then a punch was thrown. A knife flashed across the young man's brow. An inch lower and he would have lost his eye.
I could see that the young man's anger had not cooled down one bit in the hour since the fight. As I taped a clean bandage over his stitches, he told me with a swagger, "Don't go to sleep because the guy who did this to me is going to be in here in about an hour and you'll get all the practice stitching you need!"
I chuckled and went to bed, but I was filled with a sense of foreboding. Technically speaking, my work was finished. In the crisisdriven atmosphere of the emergency room, a doctor's job is to "stitch 'em up and send 'em out." That response, though medically correct, seemed woefully inadequate.
Suppose the patient had arrived in the emergency room after taking an overdose of barbituates. We would have lavaged his stomach and then, if we were successful, we would have declared him medically stable. Our job would not have been done, however, until we had determined that he was no longer a threat to himself. Had he said, "Don't go to bed, because I am going home to take more pills," we would have been required to intervene. Standard practice mandates that a mental health provider be consulted when a patient is at risk for suicide. Moreover, if a patient appears to be a danger to himself, his physician has the medical and legal power to order a ten-day hospital stay for observation-even if the patient objects.
My emergency room patient was threatening to harm someone other than himself. Despite the fact that his anger imperiled many lives (including his own), I had no medically-recognized options. There was no standard practice mandating that I intervene. There was no prescribed treatment for anger that might explode into violence. I had no way to protect my patient or the community from an outburst of rage I had every reason to suspect would be deadly. Anger and violence were outside my jurisdiction.
In the weeks and months that followed, I thought a great deal about this patient and other young males like him. I wanted to understand the forces that sent so many of them to the emergency room-cut up, shot up, bleeding, and dead. Why were so many young males striking out with knives and guns? What could be done to stop the carnage? These questions motivated me to learn about violence.
I learned that this country has many more assaults and murders than any other industrialized nation, and that most of these incidents occur among the poor.* I learned that violence takes the lives of thousands of our young each year; that homicide is the leading cause of death of young black males and the second or third leading cause of death (depending on the year) of young white males. I learned that half of all the victims of homicide are African-American, which is astonishing when you consider that blacks constitute only 12 percent of the American population.
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I not only had the pleasure of reading this book, but also was able to meet Dr. Prothrow-Smith at a lecture she gave on this material. Very inspiring woman who cares imensely about young people and violence. I highly recommend this book to anyone who is into social issues; african american studies; violence in education; etc. a must read.
I READ THIS BOOK AS PART OF MY READING LIST WHILE TAKING A FEW GRAD COURSES AT HARVARD. THIS TEXT WAS PHENOMENAL. IT HAS HEART, HONESTY, AND SIMPLICITY. THE WRITING IS STRAIGHTFORWARD, THE VOCABULARY USED IS A WELCOME RESPITE FROM THE WORLD OF ERSATZ GRIOTS. THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN BY A FEMALE MEDICAL DOCTOR WHO ADVISES THE REST OF THE AMERICAN POPULACE TO TAKE HEED TO THE TROUBLING WARNING SIGNS OF TEEN/ GANG VIOLENCE. SHE GIVES TIMELY AND USEFUL EXAMPLES OF PROGRAMS AND STRATEGIES THAT TRULY WORK. HER POSITIVE, 'WE EVERDAY CITIZENS CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE' APPROACH HELPED SPUR ME ON TO TAKE POSITVE NEIGHBORHOOD ACTION. THIS IS A LIFE-AFFIRMING BOOK. READ IT AND RE-CONNECT AND BEGIN TO RELATE TO THE REST OF THE VIOLENT AND NOT SO FREE MEMBERS OF OUR SOCIETY. YOU WILL ENJOY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS BOOK.