The traffic is heavy; cars speeding into small places to get
in and out of traffic. A small stout man has an inexpensive push mower looking
for a space to cross. He has a hump between his hips and back and has an
awkward walk. He makes it across the first two lanes and waits in the left turn
lane to cross the final two. People so
intent on getting to work, putting on make-up, drinking coffee, taking a quick
look at their phones, adjusting the radio dial and he stumbles. Prayer for him
is all I can think.
The lumbering walk was more difficult because of the extra
weight he carried when he was in the lunch line of the school I worked. Mowing
grass has trimmed him. The deep overbite and questioning eyes stay in my mind.
I have a developmentally delayed brother and a sister with
schizophrenia. What I could dismiss is a reality to me.
“Junebug” Sammie Davis shot and killed by Officer Sutton in
Macon, GA. An innocuous situation that got out of hand. Essentially, Junebug
spent his days at a Kroger eating chips and swilling soda. Having schizophrenia,
he had bad days as well as good. There was mention he didn’t always take his
medicine. Isn’t a bad day possible for
us all.
News of the shooting made me incredibly angry. The GBI cleared
Officer Sutton. Officer Sutton had a cut on his neck made by Junebug’s fingernail.
I would have fought for my life too.
The mental health system in this country is to blame. You
have people drawing large salaries to manage an ill prepared and unfunded
mental health care system. The people who actually work with the clients earn
low salaries.
Junebug lived with a sister. Her entire paycheck would take
the cost of a day program. I retired early to care for my mother and two
handicapped siblings. I started writing as a release. At least I could retire.
I run a precarious balance between taking care of these people and not worrying
about money.
People think I am getting a lot of money from the
government. My mother gets about $500 a month in Social Security and my brother’s
paycheck from a workshop he attends. I spend about 3 hours a day shuttling him
back and forth and about $400 a month in gasoline for him to attend. I take him
because it is good for him mentally and it keeps him in the system if something
should happen to me.
A little better job is done with the developmentally
disabled. I’m not keen about him living in a group home. So many lose their
language skills and are very lonely. You have to make an effort to interact
with them beyond the niceties of telling someone hello.
My sister was arrested in 2008 for being mentally ill. She
was causing a problem but the problem was rooted in her mental illness being
untreated. As the district attorney told me, the law does not treat the
mentally ill well.
My sister gets disability from Social Security which started
in 2009. After medicare insurance payments, it is about $520 a month. I give
her $200 spending money. The rest is for her living expenses and medical needs.
She has about $5000 in a thrift retirement fund with the government from her
employment. It will take about $1000 in legal fees and much work to empty that
account. She would qualify for Medicaid if that money was no longer there. With
the current political climate in GA, I would be crazy to get her on Medicaid.
Before anyone wants to tell me how lucky I am to get that
help; yes, it makes a big difference. She would need to be assisted living at
the state’s dollar if I could not care for her. However, the current system
would allow her to live under a bridge because that would be her choice. I pay
over $10,000 a year in taxes and so does another brother of mine.
The 26 year old officer learned a huge lesson that night
about the mentally ill. Expensive and exhaustive to deal with individuals like
my sister, numerous traffic stops ended in inaction. That officer’s
inexperience saved my sister’s life. She was dying. The human body can only
take so much neglect.
The 29 year old Sutton also learned a huge lesson and Junebug
paid the price. It wasn’t Officer Sutton that killed Junebug, it was a mental
health care system that is broken that killed him. His sister is still angry
and I understand. But the real problem is there needs to be a day program for
individuals like her brother and my sister. Mental illness is a devastating
illness for its sufferers and their caretakers.
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