It
began as a story about poverty and homelessness. But, as so often happens, because family
policing agencies prey on the poor, it also became an account of how the
so-called child welfare system makes everything worse.
It
began as a five-part newspaper series in The New York Times. Now it’s a book: Invisible
Child, published today by Random House. It is a must-read for anyone concerned about
race, poverty, and child welfare.
Exhaustively reported and superbly written by Times reporter
Andrea Elliott, Invisible Child is, in some ways, a de facto
sequel to what I consider the best book ever written on the topic, Nina
Bernstein’s masterpiece, The
Lost Children of Wilder. (Even
the book cover designers seemed similarly inspired.)
While
not quite as ambitious as Lost Children, which told both a family story
and the story of an entire system; page-by-page, Invisible Child reveals
how so many “helping” systems, especially child protective services, have
oppressed impoverished families, especially nonwhite families, for generations. The book tells the story through one such
family and one child, Dasani.
In
his review of the book for the Times, Matthew Desmond writes
that “The family is a picture of chaos and love.” Readers will find plenty of
both. The other central character in the
book, Dasani’s mother, Chanel can be a source of frustration, especially for
the white and the privileged, like me, who have never walked so much as a step,
much less a mile in her shoes. Chanel
desperately wants her daughter to succeed but part of her is afraid of that
success.
A wise, nurturing community-run human
services system, working with the whole family, easily could have dealt with
that; there were those huge reserves of love to work with. Instead, the various “helping” systems
repeatedly undermine family bonds and seem intent on doing things that magnify Chanel’s
fears.
And yes, Chanel has a drug problem – the
result of getting hooked on opioids after Oxycontin was legally prescribed for Chanel’s
pulmonary tuberculosis – yes tuberculosis, probably a recurrence of an
illness contracted in a homeless shelter.
This generally does not happen to the white, middle-class people who,
you may be sure, even now are wagging their fingers and heaping scorn on
Chanel.
But
there was nothing wrong in that family that, say, an annual income of $84,000 a
year, tax free, couldn’t fix. (I’ll
explain why I chose that number below.)
Families with that much income and similar problems are successfully
raising children without interference by the family police – and, of course,
they are unlikely to contract tuberculosis.
Elliott
punctures the “we made it, why can’t they” myth early on, as she tells the
story of Dasani’s great grandfather – a war hero. He earned three Bronze Stars in World War II,
but as Desmond explains in
his review:
after the war ended, racism kept him from
securing a union job or buying a home. The federal government effectively
nullified his veteran’s mortgage by redlining his neighborhood. “The exclusion
of African Americans from real estate,” Elliott writes, “laid the foundations
of a lasting poverty that Dasani would inherit.”
But
everything from the poverty and racism to the fact that this was a real family
with real problems made them even more vulnerable when the white saviors came
calling.
Elliott
adapted
one portion of the book for the New York Times Magazine. But please don’t
assume that if you’ve read the article you can skip the book – the book tells a
vastly bigger story. Personally, I
wish the Magazine has adapted sections closer to the end, which reveal
the New York City family policing agency, the Administration for Children’s
Services in all its wretched ugliness.
But
since the Times chose the section dealing with one startling turn in
Dasani’s life, I’ll focus on that as well.
It’s also worth attention because those in the child welfare
establishment who want to tear apart more families and institutionalize more
children sometimes point to this place as proof that this is a great idea.
After
all the attention from the Times stories, Dasani’s middle-school
principal, who’d always been in her corner and wanted only the best for her,
encouraged Chanel to apply to have Dasani admitted to the Milton Hershey School. The school was established in 1909 by the
founder of the chocolate company. It’s located in the company town, Hershey Pa.,
about three miles from the Hersheypark theme park. It’s a boarding school for impoverished
students – and boarding is required, even for students who live nearby. The school gets all the profits from all
those chocolate bars – and that’s an incredible amount of money.
The school has an endowment of $17 billion – yes billion.
That’s more than the
annual Gross Domestic Product of at least 84 nations. Taken
from extreme poverty, students suddenly are whisked away to a world where their
every material need and comfort is taken care of – and then some.
Elliott
writes that the school features:
eight tennis courts, three indoor pools, a
7,000-seat football stadium, an ice-skating rink. Hershey pays for braces,
birthday presents, piano lessons, tutoring, therapy and other privileges known
to families of means. The school has its own hair salon, clothing center and
24-hour health clinic with staff pediatricians.
No wonder at least two commenters on the Times
story aptly called it “Hogwarts.”
Imagine
what it was like for Dasani when she was first taken to the school’s Clothing
Center. Elliott writes that it
… spans more than 17,000 square feet, with
floor-to-ceiling shelves, two fitting rooms and an alterations department.
Dasani’s eyes travel the room, seeing crisply folded shirts and sweaters in
every size, followed by rows of blazers and suits. There is an entire wall
devoted just to socks.
Dasani builds her school uniform,
selecting polos in pink, orange, yellow and red, and a pair of khakis for each
weekday. Formal clothes are next, as required for chapel: dress shirts and
trousers, a pleated skirt and matching blazer. She completes the look with
tights, flats and a charcoal coat with faux fur trim. For “leisure” time, she
gets Levi’s jeans and sweatsuits, polka-dot shorts and shiny black Crocs. In
the sleepwear section, she finds pajamas with a candy motif.
Dasani zips in and out of the dressing
room. “That’s mine,” she says with each new item. “That’s mine! That’s mine!”
“Yes, it is,” [her “house parent”] Tabitha
McQuiddy replies. “Yep. Yep.”
In
all, Hershey spends, yes, $84,000 per year on each child. (A recent news story,
discussed below, puts the figure even higher.)
But as Elliott reveals, as she peels back the layers of Hershey, there’s
actually a terrible price to be paid.
Dasani must effectively turn against her own family.
No
one explicitly tells her to do that, of course.
But the message that she has been rescued from an
inferior family and must learn to be someone else is loud and clear from day
one.
For starters, children at Hershey
are almost entirely cut off from their parents for the first month. Elliott writes:
Chanel
is allowed one weekly phone call to Dasani, at a predesignated time. There are
no visits for a month — a separation that is designed to help incoming students
form new bonds, particularly with their house parents.
Why, exactly must old bonds be
diminished to form new ones? Children
are not cut off from things that those doing the cutting off think are good for
the children – so the message to Dasani, and other Hershey students, is clear.
Dasani
is taught the Hershey way to sit at the table, the Hershey way to eat, the
Hershey way to speak. It’s all
reinforced with an exhaustive code of picayune rules, rewards and punishments –
and, as a recent expose by ProPublica, The Philadelphia Inquirer
and Spotlight PA reveals, the system of carrot and stick extends beyond
graduation all the way into college, sometimes with extremely harmful results. (That story also reveals the vital importance
of the Hershey demand to tuck in your shirt.)
When
Dasani finally is allowed a visit home, she starts correcting her siblings’
grammar the way Hershey constantly corrects hers. (It’s one thing to teach someone to code
switch, it’s another to send the message that your own code is stupid and ugly. That is the inevitable, albeit unintentional
effect of that constant correction.)
The siblings are resentful, and Dasani becomes
increasingly torn.
And what of the siblings? Harry Potter was an only child. What does it do to family relationships when
Hershey reaches down and makes one child the Chosen One and the others too
inferior to bother with? How many
families have been fractured this way? How many siblings lives were made worse
because they were deemed too inferior to choose?
And
why is a school that is so financially generous with the Chosen Ones, so stingy
with their families. Consider Dasani’s
graduation from middle school. It’s not
in the Magazine story, but in the book, Elliott writes:
In a few more hours, Dasani will graduate
from Hershey’s middle school. She tries not to think about all the parents who
will come. Even Hershey’s cash-strapped families exist within a hierarchy.
There are those who can afford the bus ticket to attend graduations. Chanel
cannot.
$17 billion in the endowment and you can’t even spring for
a bus ticket? Really?
Hershey
loves to tout its success rate with getting graduates into college. But that is partly a result of a practice
commonly known in child welfare as “creaming” – as in skimming the cream.
Hershey picks and chooses whom to take, choosing
impoverished students who appear most likely to succeed to begin with, and then
claiming credit for their success. The
numbers are further improved by the fact that if you don’t do things the
Hershey way, if you can’t adapt, if you miss your family too much, if you feel
you are betraying them – and as a result you lash out – The Milton Hershey
School will spit you out as if you never existed.
That’s
what happened to Dasani, in part because of the pressure of being the Chosen
One and in part because, while she was away, ACS was inflicting more misery on
her family.
I
was impressed by how many commenters on the Times Magazine story saw
that Hershey is a very rich, very expensive, plush, luxury version of an Indian
Boarding School. (The comments as a whole were surprisingly good, and I’ve
included excerpts from some at the end of this post. Indeed it was a commenter
who pointed me and other readers to the ProPublica story.)
Of
course there are differences: Children come to Hershey voluntarily (if you can
call trading in your family for material comforts and a better chance at
college voluntary – and, as the ProPublica/SpotlightPA/Inquirer story makes
clear, many Hershey students and their families are explicitly and reluctantly
making that tradeoff – it is the main reason some choose to attend). At Hershey, children live in luxury rather
than facing starvation and physical and sexual abuse as happened in the
boarding schools.
But
what the commenters understood is that the underlying philosophy is the
same.
The boarding schools were
established, in order to, in the words of the founder of one of the most
notorious, “kill the Indian to save the man.”
Dasani felt that her culture and her family ties were being killed. She
rebelled by getting into fights. So
Hershey spat her out.
All
children need unconditional love – children who have been in or near the
clutches of the foster care system probably need it most. But Hershey’s “love”
isn’t love at all. It has more “terms
and conditions” than a software licensing agreement. Hershey isolates children from family when
they first arrive in order to “bond” with the house parents – but Hershey feels
free to break those bonds at will.
One of the most telling aspects of
how Hershey treats its rejects – one of the clearest examples of how it dehumanizes
anyone who won’t do things their way – is left out of the Times story,
but it’s in the book:
Remember how thrilled Dasani was
about getting all those new clothes? How
she kept referring to them as “mine” and how the house parent assured her that
was true? The house parent was
mistaken. When Dasani was expelled, she
had to give all those clothes back to the school with the $17 billion
endowment.
Those clothes were never hers. They, and she, belonged to Hershey. And when Hershey didn’t want her anymore they
almost literally stripped her of everything.
There
is nothing to indicate that we have to do this to poor children so they will
succeed. After being kicked out of
Hershey, Dasani found a mentor in her plain old New York City public school,
who guided her to graduation. She’s now in a community college that’s part of
the City University of New York, which used to do what Hershey did, provide a
free education – without requiring students to give up their families or their
culture.
Had
Dasani’s family had that $84,000 per year, she almost certainly would have
thrived, and so would her siblings. Were
our public schools given a tiny fraction of the resources of the Milton Hershey
School thousands of Dasanis would be thriving.
In
the book, the head of the Milton Hershey School lectures parents to the effect
that sending their children to him is the most “selfless” thing they can
do. But Hershey is the epitome of
selfishness. They have a bottomless pit
of money that they can use any way they please. But they do nothing to help students’
families. Not only won’t they even let a
student keep her clothes when she leaves, they won’t even spend the pittance
required to pay for parents to attend their children’s graduation. What kind of
message does that send to the children about who really matters? Hershey demands huge sacrifices from impoverished
families, while Hershey sacrifices nothing.
There are two theme parks in Hershey, Pa.:
Hersheypark and Saviorland. In a just society, one of them wouldn’t exist.
INSIGHT FROM AN UNEXPECTED SOURCE
Don’t
get me wrong: A large proportion of the comments posted under the New York
Times Magazine story adapted from Andrea Elliott’s book Invisible Child
were the usual crap – in spite of the fact that the Times moderates its
comments section.
But
it is a tribute both to Elliott’s skill as a reporter and writer and, perhaps,
to changing times, that a surprising number understood exactly what was going
on with the family, and exactly what the Milton Hershey School is all
about. So here are excerpts from some unrepresentative
comments:
“While the
intentions were good, I am not sure that the school really did her any favors.
It certainly damaged her relationships with her family, and likely led to the
destruction of the family unit. The school, in its totally comprehensive
approach, sends the message that everything about where the student came from
is bad, and that maintaining the bonds of family love and mutual support are
just a drag on achieving the student's potential. When students come from
abusive homes, perhaps jetissoning the past is best. But in Dasani's case she
had a loving, if poor, family. And family ties are vital to our mental health.
I also question the financial cost of this comprehensive program. Might not the
money spent to feed, clothe, house, and educate her in that little utopia have
achieved more for her and the people she loves if it had been spent on more
generous section 8 housing, food stamps, childcare, and local schools?”
--Katherine
“While I
understand what they're going for, it's hard for me to believe that the only
way to make these kids succeed is to surgically excise their experiences and
family ties.”
--KC
“What I see is an opportunity offered and then taken away when
the real problems surfaced. The message I see is that Dasani couldn't have too
many serious problems because that wasn't acceptable. What I don't understand
is how Dasani could be expected to separate home from school the way it seems
Hershey wanted her to. …”
--Hen3ry
“Why was the school allowed to dispense their responsibility to
this child, that family and to society in general so easily. They own this one.
…”
--Ndgo
“As a
descendant of Indian Boarding School survivors, I am appalled that we are still
taking poor children away from their families and calling it a ‘rescue.’
Dasani’s whole family needs ‘help,’ and when I say help, I mean reparations.
When my grandparents went to boarding schools, there was nothing wrong with
their families that colonization didn’t cause.”
--Stale Frybread
“My grandfather
was able to take full advantage of the GI bill, which set my family on the path
to middle, then upper middle class. Had he been denied this opportunity, and
instead forced to live in the projects working menial labor jobs, and had black
skin, I bet my family's story would be similar to this family's story. But
people want to pretend everything they have came from "hard work" and
is all deserved.”
--Patrick
“The school
fully acknowledges these children can have aggression issues. Then when the
inevitable happens-- fights-- they kick the kids out? This is wrong. It seems
like this Hershey School becomes the childrens' world and then it just gets
yanked away when the predictable happens. They have a responsibility to support
kids like Dasani no matter what.”
--Sara
“For all the
faults of Dasani's relatives, their care was never conditional. That is the one
thing this young woman always had and always trusted. It seems to me that this
school did her no favors.
--Amy
“@Amv Agreed.
And Hershey's policy of allowing the child no contact with family the first 30
days (except by phone) so the child can "bond" with house parents and
housemates is antiquated and harmful to the child. This initial adjustment
period is when they need family the most.”
--Judith M.
“Yes,
they gave Dasani educational opportunities but not actual support or a sense of
belonging. The school has a paternalistic model and is clearly there to serve
the emotional needs of its wealthy benefactors who love the stories of kids
taken from the streets and cleaned up.”
--Martha
“What would
Dasani say if we asked her, now and in the future as she matures and has the
benefit of hindsight, ‘What would have been the best way to help and support
you to be successful when you were a child?’"
--Michelle Bittner