“Three simple truths. The first and second were intertwined. Nothing in life is guaranteed. And much in life isn’t fair. (and …) Mental illness is a cruel disease. No one knows whom it might strike or why. There is no known cure. It lasts forever.” – Pete Earley, Author
Rating: 4 stars for drawing America's attention to an interaction of mental health and social infrastructure that is epidemically toxic in nature.
“Crazy” is not the kind of book that you can read and then just walk away from. It’s the kind of thing that haunts you afterwards, and not in a bad way, but still because of the badness and the sadness that is written about inside it.
I’d first heard about this book when I was in my Issues in Mental Health class last semester, because my friend and classmate had done a report on it. We swapped books and neither of us read them until recently. Once I started though, it was hard to put down.
“Crazy” is a two part creation. On one hand, you have the personal narrative of the author’s experience with his son, who suffers a mental breakdown and is diagnosed with first bipolar disorder, then schizoaffective disorder. Earley (the author) efficiently puts a face and a personal twist on the experience and trauma that is mental illness. Many times, when you think about the person on the street corner or “that one” that you know, it’s easy to think about them in black and white terms. It’s easy to be repulsed by their appearance, their behavior, their disease; the disease is all we see. The author illustrates in great detail the prejudicial nature of our society on a political, institutional, and personal scale that comes from only seeing the disease.
On the other hand, Earley writes from an investigative perspective – he is a news reporter, after all – on the state of our nation’s current institutional infrastructure and how we deal (or rather don’t deal) with mentally ill patients. If you think there isn’t a problem, then you definitely want to read this book. It used to be that the states used mental institutions (asylums) to intern and treat patients. Unfortunately a slew of abuses, civil rights cases, and financial issues in the 60’s – 70’s brought about a national deinstitutionalization (meaning the institutions were effectively cut off or shut down, and the mentally ill reintroduced into society). The jails and prisons then became the primary sources for housing the criminally mentally ill, and clinics other facilities were what dispensed pills.
The civil rights of the mentally ill, if you’re wondering, include the right to refuse treatment. That is what was fought for, and it is the policy that our nation inherited. Statutes that were meant to protect the welfare of our ill; unfortunately the reality is that many of those that were once in institutions getting treatment (not perfect, by my understanding, but treatment) are now living homeless, or are getting in trouble with the law and treated as criminals.
Our jails are the new institutions for the mentally ill, and Earley, by running a case study of Miami’s prison system, paints a stark reality that is certainly no benefit to the people it detains. Here, he describes the “C Wing” of the Miami Jail, which is dedicated to the mentally disturbed and suicidal individuals.
"The first six “suicide” cells each contained a combination sink and stainless-steel commode. They also held a bright blue hard-plastic bed that was built so prisoners could be strapped spread-eagled onto it. There were no sheets in these cells, no blankets, no pillows, no other creature comforts. …. A prisoner had nothing to do except sleep or watch the world outside the cell.
The remaining thirteen … had thin mattresses, sheets and wool blankets. These cells had been built to hold two inmates, but on most days they held at least three and sometimes four prisoners crowded inside them. In those instances, two inmates claimed the bunks. The others sat and slept on the floor.
… Tiny holes had been punched into the front of each cell front near the ceiling so the air could slip through. But after several inmates threw urine and feces through these airholes at employees, the openings were sealed. This trapped the frigid air inside, causing temperatures to dip into the low fifties in the cells. But even before these holes were closed , the cells had been kept colder than anywhere else in the building. Administrators claimed the freezing temperature reduced the spread of germs. But there was another reason. It was done to keep inmates huddled under their blankets. “That way they’re too D*** cold to cause any trouble,” an officer chuckled."
Policy and civil rights advocacy closed down the federal and state mental health institutions because of abuse, and inhumane conditions – a national scale problem. However, when I read about the jail conditions, and in fact the lifestyles of the mentally ill in our current society, I failed to see how what we have now is any improvement!
Earley does this really good job of putting a face on mental illness, and not just by telling his son’s story. He does it by shadowing individuals from various situations who ended up in jail or on the streets because of their condition. Highlighted throughout the book are questions that look like they should have obvious answers; things regarding how accountable a mentally ill person is if they committed a crime, or should someone who can’t think properly be entitled to refuse medication or treatment? There are others, but at times they get lost in the emotional tidal wave.
I’m not saying that “Crazy” is a book that relies solely on pulling heart strings – it’s not. There is some string pulling when Earley tells his own story, but it takes a very jaded and cold person to not be affected by just the facts of what our society is doing to these people.
When I finished this book, I felt a lot of things. I felt angry, because after so many years and so many cultural ‘advancements’ the mentally ill are still living in ways that seem subhuman, all for the name of civil liberties and saving money. I felt sad, because there doesn’t seem to be any rhyme or reason to these diseases – I hate the fact that people suffer in that way, and I hate that we can’t find a cure for these things. I felt fear, because of the (as Earley puts it,) “randomness” of mental illness. It could strike anyone I know; It could strike me. And worse, our society, our culture, our minds don’t really even know how to deal with that. We definitely don’t know how to separate the person from the disease.
This book is a powerful one. As I said, it’s not the kind of thing that you can just put down and walk away from the message once you’ve read it; you feel… accountable. As a counselor in training I’m glad to have done it, but it also highlights the enormity of what I’m trying to do by choosing this profession- you can’t cure mental illness, but I want to. You can’t create a perfect society or a perfect world, but I wish I could. You can’t evade confronting the worst in yourself, too, but I want to… because that came out in the last thing I felt – fear. But not of the illness or the randomness of it all; I felt fear of the people with the diseases… of the reality. And riding on that fear is a little bit of the aversion that makes us all refuse to make eye contact with the homeless man or woman on the street, the discomfort that comes from getting “too close” to them. It’s the worst in us, but if we can face it, deal with it, perhaps we can bring out the best.
“We lock up the mentally ill because they terrify us. We are afraid of them and even more frightened of what they symbolize. We want to believe they did something that caused their insanity. That is why we can justify housing them in inhumane conditions and punishing rather than treating them. The federal government says mental illness is a chemical imbalance, and because of that it’s a sickness … But deep down, we really don’t want to believe that’s true. Because if we did, we would have to admit: It could happen to us. It could happen to me.” – Pete Earley, Author