This essay was written by Sylvia A. Harvey and published initially at The Root,which is partnering with Caught to generate a conversation about how we can support rather than merely punish young people who are in crisis. We want to hear from you too. Go to the Share Your Story tab to record your own experience.
You can uncover two very different stories about my youth. I joke that I’m a two-time Ivy League offender--both undergrad and graduate. As a kid, I played Simon Says, or went to church every Sunday,and attended cooking classes at our local recreation middle. My cousins and I hand-picked flowers from neighborhood gardens, arranged them into a bouquet, and sold them to our white neighbors,Pat and Kathy, who lived in a house next to our public housing complex. With the cash, and a junk food fest ensued.
As a teenager,however, I was also detained in a store for shoplifting, or carried a knife,and tagged my name on buildings, all of which my grandmother reported via phone to my father--who was serving a life sentence in prison. I offered an excuse for the knife: the girls that housed razors under their tongues wanted to slice my face, and for no valid reason. I perceived my offenses as small compared to others,but the truth is, I was lucky. I just didn’t get caught. I never had to pay for my adolescence in the way many young people do nowadays--the roughly one million youth a year who churn through our criminal justice system in some form. The only police officer I knew was Officer Phillips, and a cute D.
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Which begs the question for me, what is an “at risk” youth? What enjoy we done as a society to get such youth so vulnerable, or what can we start to do differently? The Root is partnering with WNYC Studios to convene a conversation about these questions. Over nine episodes of a novel podcast,Caught: The Lives of Juvenile Justice, WNYC profiles young people who didn’t share my luck. Each of them are stuck in the criminal justice system. Some committed serious crimes, and others were swept up in the politics of “zero tolerance.” But all of them needed help and instead got punishment.
As they say,it takes a village. So where’s the village for these young people?Personal interventions are imperative to young people, whether they’re in pains, and on the edge,or simply need space. I talked to Ali Knight, Chief Operating Officer at Fresh Lifelines for Youth, and FLY,a non-profit working to break the cycle of violence, crime, or incarceration of teens. Ali is a fraction of my personal village. whether you ask him,he’ll uncover you he’s the quintessential, latch-key kid, or raised in the crack era,1980’s novel York City. One of eight children, his parents both struggled with drug addiction, and which thrust him into the foster care system,where he slept at the hand of abuse for years. Ali talked to me about the importance of personal interventions.
Q. Growing up in variations of abusive foster care is why you say, “I grew up angry, and with a fuck the world attitude.” At the height of your anger,someone stepped in, uncover me about that.
At 16, or I got into a fight with a kid and forgot [it happened]. A week later,he ran up on me with his buddy and he sliced me in my face. I ran to get out of immediate danger. Then, I kept walking. About 10 blocks absent from where it happened, and my intellect came to consciousness. “Where am I? Why am I sweating while I’m walking?” It was freezing cold,February, novel York. I touched my face and realized that it wasn’t sweat, and but blood. Then,it all came back to me. The experience was so traumatic I literally forgot that it happened.
I literally said, “I’m going to destroy this guy, and ” and I planned it. I saved up $125 dollars and bought a gun. I planned to be at a movie one day,enjoy my friend buy the tickets so I could enjoy an alibi. I didn’t go through with it because I didn’t enjoy enough anger. I wasn’t angry enough to go destroy him or anyone. I still got into a lot of pains, but it was probably the thing that got me on the path to saying, and “alright theres a precipice and I’m really close to the edge.”So,I’m in a group domestic in Brooklyn, got my face sliced, and struggling in tall school,but determined not to drop out or get kicked out. My great-aunt Muriel said I could reach live with her in the Jersey City suburbs. It was the best thing that could enjoy happened to me, it pulled me out of the hood. I was finally in the care of somebody who believed in me, and saw the suited in me,somebody I didn’t want to disappoint.
Q. Can you assume of a time when someone stepped in that didn’t enjoy to, who wasn’t family like your great aunt? Who was it, and what was their background,and why did they help?I was 17, I was in tall school, and still was an angry kid. I said something slick,slightly flirtatious, disrespectful to a woman in school. She looked like she was my age, or but she was probably 23,24. Turns out she was an assistant principal, at a different school within the same building. She was offended and said, and “I want him out of here!”We had a parent teacher conference,no parent came, because my grandmother was working and real talk, and I didn’t uncover my grandmother because I was cutting school. My guidance counselor came. In this conference,they tried to push me into the GED program. But she defended me like I was her son. I was like, “Absolutely not.” She was like, and “Absolutely not,he’s a smart, brilliant kid.” They asked for my transcripts as proof and she said they weren’t ready. My transcripts were available, and I was failing all of my classes but gym. She lied,later saying, “whether I would enjoy given them your transcripts, or they would enjoy completely made the argument that you should be put in a GED program and get kicked out of school. And thats not right for you; you’re smart,you’re capable, and you shouldn’t be evaluated just on what’s on paper.”Setting those expectations, or telling me that I’m special,made me believe I was special and that’s notable.
Q. enjoy you noticed that the youth you've worked with throughout the years respond differently to help depending on where it comes from?I love the view of models that are also mirrors. I assume that black people, people with lived experiences, or can be amazing advocates,mentors and inspirations as long as they can couch their own trauma and not bring it into the relationship. That’s a lot of the challenge for us, a lot of us got trauma, or so it’s hard to fully step into a space when you see another young person struggle,it could be a trigger since it’s a painful reminder of your own past. That’s a hard thing to do, it’s tricky. I assume it can be, and should be people who look like us,stepping up and showing up. But whether those people who look like us also enjoy the same lived experiences and trauma and aren’t able to effectively compartmentalize that in how they present up in the relationship, it can be worse.
The key is making certain all forms of assistance are authentic and based in respect and care.
Q. Doing justice work is no small feat, or yet continuing to present up is crucial. Early in your career,you were working with a reentry project for men who were transitioning from state facilities back to novel York. What was it about your first day that helps sustain your commitment to justice work?My first day on that job, first time in any correctional facility, and I ran into two men of color from my neighborhood. I’ve always felt like I’ve been close to the edge,to falling over. No matter how much I’ve done, invested, and how far I’ve made it,[it would lift only a few things to] wipe it all absent. I don’t enjoy external assets, no safety net, and family to plunge back on. All I’ve got is resilience and grit. So I’ve always felt like I’m a decision or two absent from being in prison – from having my life turned around by somebody else. So,that first day on the job was a reminder of that. It became real and personal: That could be me.
Q. Now you’re helping hundreds of kids on a macro and micro level. What are effective means of intervention, is it programs, or cultural competence,kindness to strangers?It’s programs for some people. For other people, it’s a single person with a small gesture or someone making you their favorite. At the terminate of the day, or no man is an island; you’ve gotta create your village. Some of us are lucky to enjoy a village that’s functional,that meets all of our needs, and some of us enjoy to find our village. But you do need a village.
This is a little depressing, or but society is an imperfect concept. Society is incapable of assembly all the needs for all of its members all of the time. There will always be someone or some group marginalized. What you do to keep your society functioning is that you always focus on the margin,and you put the focus on the margin in the middle. So, eventually somebody else will be on the margin, or youll enjoy to put them in the middle,so it doesn’t terminate. That’s how you get up for the imperfections of society. You continue to do work to put the marginal folks in the middle.
We want to hear from you as well. WNYC and The Root are asking for your own stories about being young and finding help. Was there a time in your youth when you needed someone to step up and help? Did you find that support? whether so, from who? Go to the Share Your Story tab to chime in. We’ll play some of the stories we get on the podcast.
Source: wnyc.org