A great work of investigative journalism, Antonia Hylton’s Madness: Race and Insanity in a Jim Crow Asylum is by equal measures incredibly engrossing and expectedly unsettling.
Hylton talks her own familial struggles with mental health issues: the hard truths and the painful realities she encountered before and during the writing of this book. It allows for her to come across as a very sympathetic author, speaking with compassion and concern on a difficult and sensitive subject.
When one considers how horribly the United States has historically treated mentally ill patients (especially those institutionalized) in the early and mid 1900s, it’s not difficult to imagine just how much worse black patients had it. Even with that in mind, so many of the individual stories are downright heartbreaking.
So many of these patients did not suffer from any type of demonstrable mental illness whatsoever, but were simply locked up in asylums because they had been a “nuisance” to white communities at any given point. The ones that were truly ill and in need of comprehensive treatment were at best ignored and at worst, restrained to the point of abuse, or in some cases, forced to undergo electroshock and lobotomy “therapy.”
The lucky ones were the ones who had supportive and loving families, that made sure they knew they were wanted and loved. Those are the patients that made it out. Many others never did, and in the worst cases, some had been placed inside the Crownsville facility with their families never being informed. Some instances are particularly harrowing:
”Betty Hawkins …did what she could to get patients she felt didn’t belong there released. One afternoon, a patient in the HY Building approached one of her student interns in desperation. For some time, this patient had been begging for any and everyone to listen. He said he didn’t belong in an asylum…but no one had taken him seriously.
The patient gave this student a phone number and address of his brother, who he said lived in Washington, D.C. and begged them to call. Betty Hawkins discovered everything the patient said was true. His brother had been looking for him for years and had no idea where he was. He thought his brother had been kidnapped or killed, but he was just waiting around in Crownsville the entire time.
Betty notified the necessary administrators of the ‘mix-up’ and got him out. That patient wasn’t the only one. Another patient Betty worked with had been at the hospital for twenty-seven years. After worrying about how isolated this patient had become, Betty contacted their relatives in Baltimore. The family was in shock. They, too, had no idea their loved one was there…for twenty-seven years, they had assumed the worst.”
I think it’s pretty much a given that if the staff is so understaffed and overwhelmed that they wouldn’t even bother to make a phone call on a pleading patient’s behalf, then any real standard of care would be absent. Fortunately, Hylton does speak of nurses like Betty and other black staff who did their best to make a difference when and where they could. The advent of more black staff allowed more positive outcomes like proper care and discharge home to their families to occur.
My only real complaint(s) - and thus the four stars - was that a disconnected narrative often didn’t follow a linear path - something I believe would have been preferable for a story taking place over the course of nearly a century. Also, for as long and as well-researched as the book was, Hylton doesn’t organize her sources as neatly as she could have, and at times, I didn’t see a source at all, which made me wonder if conclusions hadn’t been drawn too quickly in order to save time.
An example of this would be on p. 111, when she surmises about a woman’s pregnancy and if the stressful birth may have contributed to the premature death of the child, to which the woman said she had no way of knowing. The problem here is, the baby was already three months old. It’s already mentioned the cause of death as pneumonia (aligning with the fact that the woman and her family lived in a shack with no heat during a freezing cold season).
I know, I know, I might sound like I’m being too nitpicking here, but if the storyteller herself doesn’t mention this as the cause of the tragedy, and a very plausible explanation exists, then I just don’t understand the need for further speculation.
I could write a lot more on this, but I think I’ve gone on long enough. :) I definitely recommend as a must-read book. For it is the very true and painful experiences found within Hylton’s book that allow white readers to gain a better understanding of how horribly unjust things truly were for blacks in a segregated community. I hope to see more from this author in the future.
Sorry for any errors… I’m tired. 😴