To Repair the World: Paul Farmer Speaks to the Next Generation
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A must-read for graduates, students, and everyone seeking to help bend the arc of history toward justice, To Repair the World:
- challenges readers to counter failures of imagination that keep billions of people without access to health care, safe drinking water, decent schools, and other basic human rights
- champions the power of partnership against global poverty, climate change, and other pressing problems today
- overturns common assumptions about health disparities around the globe by considering the large-scale social forces that determine who gets sick and who has access to health care
- discusses how hope, solidarity, faith, and hardbitten analysis have animated Farmer’s service to the poor in Haiti, Peru, Rwanda, Russia, and elsewhere
- leaves the reader with an uplifting vision: that with creativity, passion, teamwork, and determination, the next generations can make the world a safer and more humane place.
ISBN-13: 9780520321151
Media Type: Paperback(First Edition)
Publisher: University of California Press
Publication Date: 11-19-2019
Pages: 296
Product Dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.90(d)
Series: California Series in Public Anthropology #29
Paul Farmer is cofounder of Partners In Health and Chair of the Department of Global Health and Social Medicine at Harvard Medical School. His most recent book is Reimagining Global Health. Other titles include To Repair the World, Pathologies of Power: Health, Human Rights, and the New War on the Poor; Infections and Inequalities: The Modern Plagues; and AIDS and Accusation: Haiti and the Geography of Blame, all by UC Press.
General Anesthesia for the (Young Doctor's) Soul? Brown Medical School, Commencement May 28, 2001 Last Monday, sitting in clinic in rural Haiti, I realized that I was sweating for two reasons. One, it was seasonably hot. We always sweat in clinic. Two, I was frightened about giving this address. The fear itself had two sources. One, it's a great privilege to be here on this day, the day of your oath taking and transformation. Two, most graduation speeches are boring and forgettable. (Some are memorable largely because they are so boring.) This latter realization struck fear in my heart. I sat there, hearing the multitudes outside, and tried hard to think of a single scrap, a word, an idea from a commencement address heard in high school, college, medical school, or grad school. But not one of them stuck. I say this apologetically, of course, since good things must have been said. I was inattentive or perhaps engaged in overly robust celebration afterward. I'm not sure what happened, but it was neither a neurologic nor a vascular event that erased these speeches. (Nor, I must add as an infectious disease guy, was it an embolic event.) The speeches never got logged in! On that Monday, I knew I had one week to find what might be called the roach- motel approach: speeches check in, but they don't check out. How could I find a way to get in your heads and stay? On Tuesday, I did a literature search. We don't have access to MEDLINE in rural Haiti, so I went into my own library. I've been living in Haiti for a long time, so let's just say I have a big, if uneven, collection. Graduation, graduation. I remembered something from the English writer P. G. Wodehouse about a memorable graduation speech. It was a story of a certain Augustus Fink-Nottle, a bookish herpetologist who's gang-pressed into delivering the commencement speech at a boys' school. I recalled that Gussie, like yours truly, was terrified and did something, I couldn't remember what, to make it memorable. After clinic was over, I found the story. Rereading it did not inspire calm. In fact, where I'd once laughed, I now found myself sweating and trembling. Fink-Nottle, normally an abstemious chap, had gotten smashed before going on stage. Gussie proceeded to insult distinguished members of the audience and to accuse the winner of the prize for scripture knowledge of cheating after the kid failed to answer the question "Who was What's-His-Name—the chap who begat Thingummy?" Wodehouse draws conclusions about speeches: "It just shows what any member of Parliament will tell you, that if you want real oratory, the preliminary noggin is essential. Unless pie-eyed, you cannot hope to grip." This counsel did not help me grip. Getting pie-eyed in the morning would be frightening enough even when you don't have to drive from Boston to Providence. Surely there was something else I could do if I wanted to make a memorable point or two? I scarcely slept on Tuesday night, as my nightmares included a slurred speech punctuated by insults to your dean. On Wednesday, I decided to base my Brown intervention on data. The problem called, clearly, for more research. I mean, what sort of Harvard faculty could conclude otherwise? I conducted a double-blind, controlled study of the entire population of central Haiti. I flew in a large research team and expensive consultants from the Harvard School of Public Health. The survey showed a statistically significant correlation between amnesia and graduation speeches. Granted, the N was small: this was central Haiti, where not many have had the privilege of going to high school, much less graduate school. But chi-square tests do not lie: the picture was grim if I followed the norms. I trembled with fear, not malarial rigors. Would I have to do what Gussie Fink- Nottle had done? Do you need a designated driver in order to deliver a good graduation speech? On Thursday, I fasted and prayed. I lit incense. I chanted and sat in the lotus position until I had bilateral nerve palsies. The medical staff and patients wondered what on earth was wrong, since I am usually a rather reliable guy. And still no inspiration came. On Friday, I bit the bullet and did what we do in internal medicine: I called a consult. Deep in the Haitian hills there lives a wise woman. She's called a "mambo," which translates in Hollywood-speak to "voodoo priestess." I've known her for years, and she's said to have an answer for everything. She's a bit like the woman who bakes cookies in The Matrix, and especially so on that day as she was sitting on a low chair stirring something in a charred pot. I laid out my dilemma. A pregnant pause ensued; my mambo friend did not look up from her work. "First, why are they asking you to talk to them? Are they going to become tuberculosis specialists or something? Fever chasers? What?" "No," I said, "they're a mix. You know, psychiatrists to surgeons. Scientists, too." "Well, that's good," she said. "We need all types, as they so often say, however insincerely, in your country. But it still doesn't explain why they'd want you to talk to them." This was a bit too much like that part of The Matrix where the cookie lady tells Neo that he's not the one. I must've looked crestfallen, since the mambo continued in a kindlier tone. "Who else will be there?" "The students' parents and their teachers and their deans. And other sundry kin." "Ah yes," she added. "Their 'significant others,' as you say in your country." "Yes. I am very nervous about it because I would like to say something meaningful but have only a few minutes." "I see your problem," she said, still stirring, "and I'm starting to remember something. A recurrent dream. What school is this?" "Brown," I said. She started, looked up from her pot, and smiled broadly. I knew she'd never left Haiti, at least not in the flesh, so I was wondering what was up. "Brown! Now I understand the meaning of my dream!" I took this to be a good sign but was puzzled. "Look over there, child. What do you see?" She gestured to her left without looking up. A hummingbird hovered over a bush with bright red blossoms. "A hummingbird," I said. But the word in Creole is wanga neges, which means "woman charm." It can be ground into a powder with power not to give meaningful speeches but rather to seduce women. I failed to see the relevance to my dilemma and knew that crude pre-feministic tactics are frowned upon at Brown. Besides, seduction of the entire audience was the goal. "Yes, indeed. The wanga neges. In Latin, archilochus colubris. And where is it?" (This, theatrically.) "It's buzzing over the hibiscus bush near your temple." The Creole word for hibiscus is choublak, which comes, it is said, from the U.S. military occupation of Haiti earlier in the last century: the blossom was used to shine the soldiers' boots. Shoe black. Pretty flower, ugly name. "What color is its throat?" she asked. "Red." "No, silly, its throat is brown. This is relevant, since brown is a blend of white and black and yellow and red. Remember, too, that the heart of the woman charm beats 1,200 times per minute when feeding, faster than any other creature. Now, where is the talk to be delivered?" "Providence, Rhode Island." "Providence! On an island! That's really amazing. It all makes sense!" "No, well, it's not really an island." "You don't say? And I suppose 'providence' is happenstance, too? Unrelated to my dream?" She raised an eyebrow—archly, I thought. "Look," I said, mustering a bit of pride, "what are you getting at?" "Don't end sentences in propositions! It's all very clear now. You are going to the university that is brown to speak to them of providence, and to remind them that they are not really living on an island. Like the word choublak, which is both beautiful and ugly, you'll say something that is harsh but you will say it in a nice manner. You will fly there like a bird and not row in a boat, even though a boat is necessary to reach most islands." "Ah," I said, "so that's what the hummingbird means?" "No silly. The hummingbird means that you will charm them, even though your heart is beating fast." Stunned, I said nothing. It really did seem to hold together. But how would that help me with my speech? "Look, I will give you four suggestions," she concluded gravely, "not counting the one about prepositions. First, remember that it's permitted to be anecdotal in such instances; you should talk about your poorest patients. Second, do not quote either Dickens or Shakespeare; use no Latin. Keep it heavy but light. Third, you can't please everyone in such a diverse audience. Focus on those receiving their degrees but don't try to get cute with them. For example, don't say 'Yo, what up?' when you start. Fourth, because it's Brown, be careful to offend no one. They're very sensitive about that there, it is said. You can be PC and still get to the point." I took careful notes, thanked her, and left with new purpose. I had an entire weekend to get ready. Now that you've heard the story about how I pulled these remarks together, you're more than halfway there! Allow me to make one last prefatory comment before I discuss providence with a small "p" and make, as did my mambo friend, four points. I'm not one of those who thinks that one medical specialty is somehow superior to another. Sure, I joke with the cardiologists at the Brigham about how exciting their work must be diagnostically—all their patients have the same disease! And I also like the occasional joke about how best to hide something from the orthopedic surgeons: put it in the literature. But I hope to address all of you, from future pathologists to budding (sorry) endocrinologists. Allow me to salute you, in typical Brown fashion, as "differentially abled" physicians. What I'm about to say is meant to be applicable to all branches of medicine and medical research. Providence. Good fortune, whether merited or not. You are going through the transformation even as medicine undergoes a great change. I use the word "transformation" because the moment is so often transformative: you will now be asked to worry about others, many of them perfect strangers, more than yourselves. And not just anyone: the sick and vulnerable. Of course, almost all parents—and, may I add, especially mothers—do this whenever needed. But you're not doing this because your patients are your children. You're doing it because your patients are your patients and deserve fierce loyalty and the best you can offer. That's what medicine could be about, should be about, must be about. That part is difficult but agreed upon. (Did I just end a sentence in a preposition?) The harder questions are about who gets to become a patient. I mean your patient, because everyone is a patient eventually. But who has ready access to the best that medicine has to offer, much of it based on relatively recently developed technologies and all of it available—providentially, it would seem—right here? Certainly not those who need it most. The irony, now, is the best that medicine has to offer keeps getting better—thanks in large part to the health sciences also represented here today. The big leap forward that physics made a century ago is now happening in medicine. That's good news. The bad news is that unless we make equity our watchword, we become party to a process that promises to reserve its finest care for those who need it least, leaving billions of sick people without decent medical care. All four points were hidden in there. But now, as the game show host says, in question form please. I. To whom do we owe primary allegiance? To the sick, of course, and that's easy enough to figure out on a busy call night because they're in your face. But what if they're not in your face? What if you're busy in the lab, making medical progress possible? We all know that the burden of disease lies most heavily on the poor or otherwise marginalized and yet they do not receive the best care. So far, when physicians have banded together, we've fought mostly for ourselves. In the future, our allegiance to the sick must be stronger, even, than our allegiance to one another. Otherwise we start to slide down a slippery slope. I refer here not to the slope from Percocet to Versed to Halothane. I refer to the unintentional slide toward general anesthesia for the soul. When under such anesthesia, we can function in most settings but risk missing the great moral questions that face modern medicine. That brings me to the second question. II. Why, exactly, should we fear general anesthesia for the soul? As any intern can tell you, there's nothing wrong with some oblivion after a hard night on call. But general anesthesia for the soul threatens to cheapen medicine; indeed, it already has. We can still point with pride to the difference between a vocation and a job. Now more than ever, however, medicine needs to be about service rather than conventional rewards. Curing, preventing, easing pain and suffering, consoling—these are both our "product" and our reward. The commodification of medicine—health services for sale—continues apace without measures for caring for those who cannot pay. Soon we risk hearing, even in casual speech, the words of Plato, who in The Republic asked, "But tell me, the physician of whom you were just speaking, is he a moneymaker, an earner of fees, or a healer of the sick?" (Note that I am not breaking the Latin Rule, as Plato was Greek, not Roman.) Even in this affluent country, physicians have failed to make sure that all citizens have health insurance; most physicians are not yet active participants in this debate. In much of the rest of the world, including the countries in which I work, it's much worse. Equity of access was one thing in the era of leeches but quite another in our times. And the most peculiar thing about our times, as far as medicine goes, is related to important changes in technology. This segues to the third question. III. What will be different about medicine in the twenty-first century, and how are these changes related to general anesthesia for the soul? The short answer: well, medicine is actually effective now. Or could be. I can't very well mumble something about the best of times and worst of times, as that would be breaking the mambo ground rules, but think about it: no matter what specialty you've chosen, your practice will be completely different from that of only a single generation ago. The human genome is sequenced. Drugs are now designed rather than discovered. Surgical procedures are safer, less invasive. Diseases deemed untreatable as recently as a decade ago are now managed effectively. But each of these triumphant truths must be qualified by "for some." Your generation will have to deal with a growing outcome gap as some populations have ready access to increasingly effective interventions while others are left out in the cold. Worse, those excluded are those who would benefit most. Read an Excerpt
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Table of Contents
Foreword by President Bill Clinton
Introduction by Jonathan Weigel
Part I: Reimagining Equity
General Anesthesia for the (Young Doctor’s) Soul?
Brown Medical School, Commencement 2001
Epiphany, Metanoia, Praxis: Turning Road Angst into Hope—and Action
Boston College, Commencement 2005
Three Stories, Three Paradigms, and a Critique of Social Entrepreneurship
Skoll World Forum, Oxford University 2008
The Story of the Inhaler
College of the Holy Cross, Commencement 2012
Countering Failures of Imagination
Northwestern University, Commencement 2012
Part II: The Future of Medicine and the Big Picture
If You Take the Red Pill: Reflections on the Future of Medicine
Harvard Medical School, Class Day 2003
Medicine as a Vocation
University of Miami Miller School of Medicine, Commencement 2004
Haiti After the Earthquake
Harvard Medical School, Talks@Twelve Speaker Series 2010
The Tetanus Speech
University of Miami Miller School of Medicine, Commencement 2010
Part III: Health, Human Rights, and Unnatural Disasters
Global Health Equity and the Missing Weapons of Mass Salvation
Harvard School of Public Health, Commencement 2004
Making Public Health Matter
Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health, Commencement 2006
Unnatural Disasters and the Right to Health Care
Tulane School of Medicine, Commencement 2008
Exploring the Adjacent Possible
Georgetown University, Commencement 2011
Part IV: Service, Solidarity, Social Justice
Who Stands Fast?
Union Theological Seminary, Union Medal Acceptance Speech 2006
Courage and Compassion in the Time of Guantánamo
Emory University, Commencement 2007
Spirituality and Justice
All Saints Parish (Brookline, MA), Spirituality and Justice Award Acceptance Speech 2008
Making Hope and History Rhyme
Princeton University, Commencement 2008
The Drum Major Instinct
Boston University, Martin Luther King Jr. Day Celebration 2009
Accompaniment as Policy
Harvard Kennedy School of Government, Commencement 2011
Notes
Acknowledgments
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