on being skipped over or paraded in front of a crowd

My saddest story is not the story of growing up in foster care, or losing a brother to HIV, or losing another brother to drug addiction. My saddest story is a simple one. One where I was a young girl, maybe around eight, and I loved everyone and everything. I loved my street, I loved my mailbox, I loved my teacher, I loved my hair, I loved clothes, I loved buses, I loved trees, and I assumed everyone and everything loved me back. But then one day I discovered that wasn’t so. Maybe someone made a crude gesture, or yelled at me, or I got skipped over in line, and there it began—the breaking of my heart.

I read somewhere that if you were to take an MRI scan of someone’s brain who was experiencing social rejection it would exhibit the same pain as the MRI scan of someone who had broken an arm. I guess this is why I feel so compelled to tell stories of economic hardship. Economic violence is the most pervasive and insidious form of social rejection, and most of society finds it perfectly acceptable.

The stories that scrape strongest against my heart are stories of economic struggle. Just the other day, a woman seven months pregnant, with an 18-month-old at home, was on the side of a snow-stormed mountain trying to earn rent by putting chains on tires. I looked on sadly at her gloveless blue hands. How much money, I thought, would it take to change this?

When we got to the cabin we were renting, a man—robust in his mid-sixties, in a flannel shirt, khaki pants, and cheap sneakers—was knee deep in snow shoveling our driveway. “I guess I’ll just keep doing this until my ticker gives out,” he tells me.

Alight on my computer screen, a police report told the story of a mother who shot her schizophrenic son while they were living in a motel. She discovered she had brain cancer and six months to live. No one would care for him.

The opposite of poverty is not wealth. The opposite of poverty is justice.

This is the mantra I carry with me in all my stories. My stories are those which no capitalist is prepared to hear. The story of our hard-to-place foster children—“The At-Risk”—the story of our invisible poor. If we tell this story, the inevitable result will be things unsaid, our oppression, a dangerous reverberating silence, a compulsion to reveal the truth.

To think of them is to think of survivors of economic violence, is to think of rape and crap neighborhoods and injustice and statistics. An endless cataloging of losses, gains, skirmishes, tuberculosis, detention centers, scabies, crabs, lice, roaches, hot plates, subsidized housing, laborers, people clambering into the backs of trucks and hiding under blankets, children lying stiff against the tops of trains, garment workers, sweatshops, windowless sweat-filled rooms, a type of violence to which we try to close our minds.

We do not want to think of them because of what it tells us about us. Our dehumanization of the invisible then is indivisible from our dehumanization of ourselves, or our own implication in the dehumanization of others.

I grew up in a system heavy with rules and governing. Whether it be in group homes or with foster parents, I still had to go to court every six months to have my fate determined, guarding my heart along the way, and because of this I am keenly aware of the privilege that comes with expressing anger. I’m forty-years-old and long out of foster care, but anger is still an emotion I have difficulty accessing or expressing for fear of being abandoned by people to whom I’ve grown attached. Or, in the case of writing, losing access to opportunities. All this said the best way I know to combat economic violence is to name it. To give it a name and call it out every time, but not to have this same expectation of writers who are more disenfranchised than myself. I know they may not afford that privilege, but I can try to develop a secure enough environment for them to not only participate in the dialogue, but also help shape the dialogue. That means not just turning to people who are in economic hardship as subject but to engage them in the decision-making processes of an organization.

This is why I so appreciate the work we’ve been able to do at the Economic Hardship Reporting Project (EHRP). We work with new and established writers who report on issues of economic hardship. We help them find a home for their work and pay each writer a top-tier rate. But also, when there is a shift in our political climate, we hop on the phone with contributors all over the country to get their input on pieces that they want to write and place, a process that puts our writers in more of an editorial decision-making position. This is the key to building meaningful relationships with a diverse demographic. It’s also important that this narrative cross mediums and genres, not just newspapers, but also literary journals, not just print journals, but also online. Not just investigative reporting, but features, not just features, but lyrical essays, not just essays, but poems and short stories and podcasts and documentaries and graphic texts. Simply, because our eyes and ears and feet and hands and bodies have been compromised in all sorts of ways, and it will take that many more ways to liberate them.

The dominant narrative does not belong to the majority; the dominant narrative right now is about self-regulation and individualism. It perpetuates powerlessness and we need to take that megaphone away from that braindead guy, stat. The people who are sharing their narrative ought to also be the people who are shaping the narrative.

This is not just about engaging certain demographics for themed issues or traipsing out the diversity when the funders come out. There’s nothing worse than being invited to some fancy dinner to talk about poverty. This is about long-term meaningful engagement; this is about shifting the way things are done. Business-as-usual has gotten us into this mess, and it is going to take every radical thought to get us out of this mess. Integration is not radical, integration is common sense.

So those who hold the privilege and control the decision-making process need to push until they’re bordering on discomfort, and then they will know they’re headed in the right direction.


melissachadburn_bio2MELISSA CHADBURN has written for Guernica, Buzzfeed, Poets & Writers, Salon, American Public Media’s Marketplace, Al Jazeera America, and dozens other places. She is a fellow for The Economic Hardship Reporting Project. Her essay, “The Throwaways,” received notable mention in Best American Essays and Best American Nonrequired Reading. Her debut novel, A Tiny Upward Shove, is forthcoming with Farrar Straus and Giroux in spring of 2017. ☆ Judge Bronwen Dickey selected “The Readiness Assessment,” as second runner-up of Proximity’s 2016 Narrative Journalism Prize.

This is the second installment in a series on race, gender, intersectionality, and literary responsibility. “An Editorial Roundtable,” our first installment, was published on February 13th. Brief Essays by Purvi Shah and Jael Richardson, among others, will be posted over the coming week. We encourage you to share this series and join the conversation in the comments section of each post. All published posts within the series can be found here.

  1. Garrey Brent says:

    If people stuck their necks out of the ground to listen to the prayers made by the homeless they would multiply peoples faith for God dwells not in the grand gestures he is the simple acts of selflessness.
    Melissa it was illuminating reading this. Poverty claims more lives than Ebola and Malaria yet it is not classified as a disease or an endemic because the rich can afford to feed themselves. My country has 4 million people who face starvation as we speak yet the main issue is how much money can be milked from the government for salary. I am a patriot but problems are everywhere. Economic violence is felt where I am

  2. VIRGINIA VASQUEZ says:

    I think what is said in this article is so important. One spot of literature where I think the under-representation of minority voices (particularly those of non-European/American policymakers) is the Universal Declaration of Human Rights, and this is something I am processing in my own thinking/writing. Thank you for your insightful and succinct words pushing us towards something better!

  3. I love this. I try to live by example for my seven-year-old son. We live in the city of Nashville. I grew up in opulence and privilege. I live now comfortably within my means and teach my son philanthropy and purpose. I named him Riot so that he is a force for change into a future I won’t see. Attending those fancy dinners as a youth really resonated with me. Those throwing money on the problem but keeping a safe distance with no follow-up. I don’t want to be that person or raise that person. Delving into discomfort, out of the zone/box is the only way for true understanding and real change. I am an optimist. I still pray for peace.

  4. Great writing. I love the term economic violence, it is a great way of describing poverty and all that comes with it. I live in a developing country and there is no better way to term the deplorable things all around.

  5. Leyland King says:

    This is an interesting and well crafted essay. I advocate similarly on my blog, for my personal satisfaction and have come to believe that people say they want change, but it’s not true. Maybe the scope of the issue is so encompassing, they are daunted without taking the first step, that is, get information. Thanks for your work.

  6. Bobdawg425 says:

    Having spent time being homeless in every major city on the west coast this speaks to me on a level I can’t quite touch. I have suffered through group homes and a broken system for broken children and convinced myself it was by my choices that I found myself there. One aspect I have focused on recently is the discrimination and retribution handed out by a society against the poor, even though the society themselves have created this community of people who by no choice of their own find themselves in the most deplorable if circumstance…

  7. E says:

    I don’t hold privilege or power (though I’m better off now than where I started) but I do appreciate writers and voices like yours highlighting the voiceless and calling those who can create change to action. Thank you.

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