Endings and Beginnings

One of the many things I'm grateful for in our work with refugees is that I've not become hardened to their plight.  I think that sometimes when you're faced with so much sadness and despair, it becomes easier to close yourself off to really understanding and empathizing with people who are struggling.  These past few weeks, we've seen a lot of despair.

Kyaw Tow (pronounced Jaw Tow), a fifty two year old Karen refugee (in the orange jacket, above), came to the clinic and told us, in broken English, that he "cannot do U.S. anymore."  He saved up his meager earnings and used them to buy two one-way tickets back to Thailand, where he and his wife will attempt to sneak and bribe their way back into the refugee camp and live out the rest of their lives there.  This picture was taken the day before he left for Thailand.

It hurts my heart when I consider how we as a nation and as a community have failed people like Kyaw Tow.  I cringe to think that Kyaw Tow, and others like him, have experienced so many struggles here in America that they would choose to return to camp, where food is rationed, armed guards prohibit free movement, and health care is in short supply.  Here, in America, we make promises to these refugees that we don't keep.

We, here in the "land of opportunity," place broken and desperate individuals in shoddy apartments, in neighborhoods riddled with crime.  These refugees, fleeing unspeakable violence and torture in their home countries, desperate for a safe haven, enter the US filled with hope stemming the promise of a country that will protect them.  And yet, here in America, in the slums of our cities, these same refugees are battered and beaten by bullies, armed with fists and sometimes with guns, who prey on these most vulnerable in our midst.

We tell them, "Get a job; learn to speak English; try harder;" yet, we provide them with less than six months of meager financial assistance to become self-sufficient.

Half of the refugees we know are line workers at a nationally-based food processing facility.  They work 10 hour shifts cutting up chickens and make $7.25 an hour.  Another good portion of the refugees we know work at a cell phone manufacturing company, where they also make $7.25 an hour and work 12 hour shifts.  The chicken plant is considered by most refugees to be a "dream job" when compared to the cell phone factory.  Why, you might ask?  Turns out that talking is forbidden on the cell phone assembly line, and if you happen to forget and are caught talking with another employee by a supervisor, you are immediately fired.

It's a hard life.  In a recent study we conducted with refugees living in Fort Worth, we found that  mental health symptoms such as depression, anxiety, and PTSD, all of which are experienced as a direct result of being a witness to unimaginable and horrific acts of violence--murders, rapes, and torture--actually got worse over time.  This breaks my heart.  

We need to do more.  We need to do better.

For Kyaw Tow and his wife, who've given up on America.

For Poh Naw, a 35 year old father of three young boys, whose wife died of congestive heart failure on their living room floor in August and who doesn't have money to pay for the funeral or this month's rent.

For Pah Day Day, who just finished his GED and wants to attend trade school, but needs help applying for financial aid.

For Sher Loo, who is struggling to learn English so that she can support her daughter's school work. 

 

For Golden Hei, and his family of five who arrived in the US just last week and are overwhelmed with the enormity of it all.  

For all of them, and for so many more to whom we've made promises but haven't kept.  Let's do better.  Let's work harder.  Together we can make America the land where opportunities and dreams are realized.

Flu Shot Craziness!

 The Karen community as a whole is very "pro" immunization, so we weren't surprised that when word got out that we received our shipment of flu vaccine this week we had more patients come to clinic than we'd ever had in one day.  It was pure craziness, but we didn't have to turn anyone away, and everyone left happy and prepared to face this winter's flu season.

We also had a diverse kiddo cuteness overload with Karen, Karenni, Kenyan, Marshallese, and Caucasian representation all around the creativity table, which was buoyed this week with a fresh supply of crayons, coloring books, and drawing paper (Thanks, Christine!).

Even the big kids got in on the action--here is a budding young artist displaying his drawing of a snake that he learned to draw using a donated "Learn to Draw" book.

And finally, last but not least, congratulations are in order.  Pah Day Day, Pla Shee's older brother, successfully completed his high school certification exam and received his diploma in a graduation ceremony on Sunday!  This is a big accomplishment, and he is excited about exploring the possibility of attending community college in the near future.

 

Many thanks to the volunteers and students who have given their time and expertise in recent months to improve the quality of life of these new Americans.  We are also grateful for recent donations of coats and outerwear, toys and books.  Specific thanks to Derrick, who just graduated as a Family Nurse Practitioner, Barbie, who will graduate this spring, Masters in Social Work students Christine and Jacyl, volunteer Registered Nurse Davaion, who administered 25 flu vaccines on her first day of volunteering at the clinic yesterday!

Sunday clinic volunteers

This is a short clip of Paw Wah, one of our favorite volunteers at Sunday clinic, talking about what it's like to be a Karen refugee in the United States.

And here is Pah Day Day, Pla Shee's older brother providing his two cents.

Karen wedding

One of the many blessings that comes from knowing the Karen community is that we are invited to many weddings and birthdays.  Most of the weddings that happen in Dallas take place at Gaston Oaks Baptist Church, involve the entire community as congregants, and are followed by a huge feast of traditional food (sometimes Karen and sometimes Thai).  Here are some pics of this weekend's event.

The wedding party:

Some of the many onlookers:

Aaron cuddling with one of our favorite little girls after the ceremony:

Presentation on Refugees in the DFW Metroplex

I gave a lecture on refugees and resettlement last week at UT Arlington that was sponsored by the Students for International Social Work student organization.  I've uploaded the slides, which are full of active hyperlinks to various national and local resources for refugee services, onto SlideShare.  If you're interested, you can access the slides here.

Pitching in

This is a precious Karen family we've known since they arrived here six years ago. Pi Pi (grandmother) has had a good bit of trouble learning English due to some cognitive declines, and we're in the process to attempting to apply for an exemption from the civics test and language assessment on the US citizenship exam. Pi Pi's daughter (right) and granddaughter (left) are wonderfully strong Karen women who are an excellent example of successful resettlement. 

Here's Pah Day Day grinning for the camera (and tolerating me and my never ending questions). 

We put the kids to work this week putting caps on empty medicine bottles. As you can see, they all got in on the action and had surprisingly good attitudes about the process. We start 'em young!

Crazy Sunday!

 

This Sunday at clinic was full of craziness.  It started before clinic even opened and then just got crazier as the day went on.  We got a text message while we were at church from one of our refugee friends inviting us to come to a birthday party for a 3 year old Karen refugee boy after church.  So we drove to Garland, only to find out that the party wasn't supposed to start until 4 pm.  This happens A LOT in our interactions with the Karen community, mostly because we have different cultural understandings of time and its relative importance.  :)

So, we headed to clinic, where we were met with a family whose 6 year old boy had spilled a bowl of boiling water on his chest the day before, resulting in the worst burn I've ever seen in person.  His skin had turned black.  Aaron took one look at him and sent him straight to the Children's Hospital Emergency Department.  He was treated and released and is doing great now, as he's now in the "system" and will receive follow-up care from Children's (and we'll deal with the financial blow-back at a future date).

Most of the other patients on Sunday had pretty minor complaints--colds and rashes--until a 20 year old female came in complaining of severe stomach pain.  She was in so much pain that we immediately took her to Parkland Emergency Department, which is a pretty scary place in and of itself.  

Many thanks to Jaycl, who brought a giant box of coats and jackets to clinic.  They were much appreciated and were all claimed in a matter of moments!  :)

To end on a happy note, the picture above is spoiled rotten Ruby modeling new dress from her PiPi (Grandmother) Ka Pau Say at clinic on Sunday.  She's a lucky girl, and we are a blessed family.

Karen Celebrations

Sorry for the recent lapse in postings...we've nonetheless been hard at it at clinic lately and are serving more and more refugees from Burma each week.  In fact, one of the most exciting things that we've noticed in recent weeks is that we're actually reaching a more diverse group of refugees from Burma than we have seen as of yet.  There are MANY ethnic tribes in Burma, and only a small proportion of these tribes are visible in the refugee community in DFW, but of these groups, we're now consistently seeing representation from not only the Karen, but also the Ka-chin, Kayaw, Burmese, Chin, and Karenni.  Word has spread in the communities around Dallas, Fort Worth, and even Nacogdoches and Center that the clinic is available on Sundays, and folks are finding us and getting the help that they need.  We're doing a lot of case management--helping individuals manage hospital bills, insurance claims, car accidents, etc.--and also seeing a mixture of mental health, chronic and acute care health issues.  As I've shared before, though, being a part of this community has brought us many more blessings than we would have ever guessed.  Perhaps because of the hardships they've endured, the Karen in particular tend to find reasons to celebrate.  And when they celebrate, they go all out.  Last Sunday before clinic we attended a housewarming celebration, complete with a traditional prayer service and food for over 75 people, all crammed into a one bedroom apartment.  And this past Sunday we attended the birthday celebration of Julia Paw, a two-year old Karen girl in Garland.  Julia Paw's mother occasionally volunteers as an interpreter at the Sunday Clinic, and her family is one of the handful of Karen families in the metroplex to have purchased a home in the last year.  The party, which also included a traditional prayer service and a whole lot of food, was attended by about 100 Karen and even a few neighbors, who were introduced to the Karen community with open arms.  Below is a video of a Karen choir singing a hymn at the party.  The second clip is during the same hymn, you can see Ruby's foot tapping to the music.  She's in her element. :)

This week at clinic...

This week at clinic we continued to try to help Wah Htoo, the Karen father in his mid-20s whose hospital bills have increased to over $12,000 since his auto accident in late July.  We've completed an application for charity care from the hospital, and are hopeful that his case will be accepted and that we can get all of the documentation necessary in time to prevent the bills from being sent to collections.


We saw several patients this week who complained about muscle and back pain, as well as trouble sleeping. We know from research and experience that these types of complaints are often physical symptoms that manifest as a result of emotional trauma.  Refugees have experienced tremendous loss--many have lost loved ones as a result of violence, and others have experienced violence personally.  While some are happy to be in the U.S., many feel lost, alone, and depressed.  When we see patients with back pain and trouble sleeping, we try to treat not only their presenting problem, but we also try to address their underlying mental health symptoms as well.  Sometimes this is done through medication, and other times we try to do this more informally by helping them to connect with other refugees at the clinic, encouraging them to return to clinic more frequently, and engaging with them in a way that hopefully helps them know that we care.

The photo above is Kai and Alex (Karen son of Paw Wah, our volunteer medical assistant and one of our interpreters on Sundays) playing with two sons of one of the Kenyan patients we saw on Sunday.

And...We're back!

Well, we never stopped doing what we were doing, but the blog project obviously took a back seat for a while.  I've decided  that in order to keep the blog going, I'll start posting an update every week and highlight several of our Sunday clinic stories.  For the past year, we've opened Agape Clinic on Sunday afternoons from 2:30-6:30 for refugee healthcare and social services.  It's completely volunteer-led, and we try to help mostly Karen refugees (but also some refugees and immigrants from several countries in Africa).  It's a walk-in clinic, and the services provided are free, though patients are encouraged to make a donation of $20 if they're able, as this helps to partially cover the cost of medications.  Today was a "slow" day, meaning we saw 9 patients.  Last week we saw 19, and next week we may see 4.  We never know what to expect, except that there is always someone that needs help, and we try to be there to do what we can.  It's a family affair for us, and Pla Shee, Kai and Ruby are an important part of our Sunday afternoons.  Ruby and her friend Ma Ri Nar are playing in the children's play area in the clinic's waiting room in the photograph above. Note Ruby's beautiful blue dress--it is a hand woven Karen dress given to her today by her Karen PiPi (Grandmother).

Today's highlights:

Soh Lah, a 60 year old Karen man currently living in Fort Worth was walking on the sidewalk near his apartment in May when a pebble was thrown from a nearby riding lawnmower and struck him in the left eye. Because he did not have insurance and was afraid of accumulating debt from hospital bills, Soh Lah did not visit a doctor and has not received any medical care since the accident.  His visit to our clinic today was the first time he has had any medical care since his arrival to the U.S.  We are currently attempting to find an eye specialist in Fort Worth that would be willing to provide Soh Lah charity care.

Wah Htoo, a 26 year old married Karen father of two living in Dallas visited the clinic for the first time today for assistance with medical bills.  Wah Htoo was in an auto accident in July and was taken by ambulance to the hospital, where he was admitted and spent one night and now has bills from the City and the hospital totaling close to $1600.00.  We're helping him complete paperwork from his auto and health insurance companies and applying for charity care from the hospital.

Thanks for reading this and please let us know if you'd like to get involved or learn more!