The Truth About Black Teen Suicide

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The Truth About Black Teen Suicide

by Dwan "Telly" Carter
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She was responding to a poem a student had written about his suicide attempt. The room fell silent. Everyone else in the room was Black but her. "I mean, I didn't think they had serious problems," she added.

Sitting there in the classroom, I thought that had to be the most ignorant comment I had ever heard in my life. Now that slavery was abolished, the Civil Rights movement over and some African-Americans upwardly mobile, everything was alright? Blacks did not have any more problems? Wrong!

I found my teacher's statement absolutely offensive. But later, realized I had never thought about suicide among African-American teenagers either. Even though I had considered suicide myself, I didn't think that other Black kids did.

I Thought Suicide Was a White Thing

Like my teacher, I guess I thought suicide was more of a problem with White teens. Teen suicides talked about in the media were always White. If Blacks of any age were committing suicide, I had never heard about it in the news or on TV. Suicide never came up in a conversation with my friends, and my parents never talked about it.

My teacher's ignorance as well as my own led me to do further research on Blacks and suicide. I now know suicide is a real problem in the Black community and that I'm not the only Black teen who has ever thought about it.

My teacher and I weren't totally wrong to see suicide as a problem for White teens more than for Black teens. Until recently, White teens committed suicide at a much higher rate than Black teens, according to reports. But over the last 20 years, the rate of Black teen suicide has increased dramatically.

Paying More Attention to Suicide

According to the Centers for Disease Control, in 1980, the suicide rate for Whites aged 10-19 was 157% greater than that of Blacks. However, by 1995 there was only a 42% difference. Although Whites are still more likely to commit suicide than blacks, the suicide rate for all African-Americans doubled between 1980 and 1996.

These statistics startled me. I wondered why there was such a dramatic increase in Black suicides. Dr. Juliet Glinski, of the Montefiore Medical Center, suggests that medical officials may be identifying suicide as a cause of death more frequently because education about suicide is more a part of their training than it used to be.

"Is there an increase among Black teenagers or in fact are we paying more attention to the problem?" said Alan Ross, executive director of the Samaritans of New York, a suicide prevention organization. "When you pay more attention to a problem, you become more aware of the number of people suffering from it," he says.

Black Teens Get Depressed, Too

It's also possible that there are simply more Black teens committing suicide than in the past. But what could be making more Black people end their lives? For some, the same reasons as White people, such as depression, social isolation and hopelessness.

According to the Centers for Disease Control, the most common reasons given for attempted suicides by teen suicide survivors were a conflict with a boyfriend or girlfriend, an argument with parents and school problems. And gay teens of all backgrounds have a much higher rate of suicide because they often feel conflicted about or ashamed of their sexuality.

"Certainly the warning signs of suicide and the risk factors that touch all teenagers would be there for Black teenagers," said Ross.

When it comes to the motivations to commit suicide, Ross said, "there is no difference between us." Just like White teens, Black teens have had exposure to conflicts and sexual identity issues.

Moving Into the Middle Class

Is there anything that might account for the dramatic increase in suicides among African-Americans? Donna H. Barnes, one of the founders of the National Organization for People of Color Against Suicide, notes that depression, which often goes undiagnosed, is on the increase among African-Americans.

This might be because, says Barnes, "Blacks are being taken away from the traditional Black community and moving into White communities. Blacks feel isolated."

Barnes mentions that since the Civil Rights movement produced advances in law and equality, there are more opportunities available to Blacks than there used to be. Because of this, though, when they fail they may begin to blame themselves instead of the system. This can lead to depression and suicide.

Poverty and Low Self-Esteem

Poor African-Americans can also be affected by hopelessness and social isolation. Some community leaders have pointed to a lack of decent jobs and positive role models for young Black men in poor communities. They note that poverty and low self-esteem, together with easy access to drugs and guns, can lead to suicide as well.

Kenya Napper Bello, a counselor in Atlanta, told The Washington Post that the young Black men she counsels said they feel isolated from social institutions-such as family, church and school-that could help them.
Guys with Guns Die Most

Males do have a higher rate of suicide than females. Among people of all backgrounds, four males kill themselves for every female who kills herself. Of the 2,103 Blacks of all ages who committed suicide in 1997, Black males accounted for 1,764 of the completed suicides while only 339 were Black females. But more females, of all backgrounds, try to kill themselves; there are three female suicide attempts for every male attempt.

Males are more likely to actually kill themselves because they have greater access to firearms. Gun-related suicides accounted for 72% of suicides among Black males in 1997.

Because women and girls tend to use less effective ways to commit suicide such as slitting wrists and consuming pills, they are more likely to be found alive and taken to the hospital for treatment.

He Didn't Look Like the Suicide Type

I had thought about suicide before. I realized that the day my teacher made her ignorant comment. The student who had read his poem to the class (I'll call him Jai) did not look like the type that would want to end his life. He was popular and attractive. Out of all people, he would not have been the person I expected to weave this tale of horror.

Why did he want to die? "I wasn't happy with myself," he said. He survived his suicide attempt, though, and was sent to a mental institution for teenagers. The institution was crowded, depressing and suffocating.

"It was filled with hopelessness and despair," said Jai. The institution was filled with Black teenagers like himself, which surprised him.

I Didn't Feel Alone

After Jai read his poem, other students in the room also admitted to at least thinking about suicide. Suddenly, I didn't feel alone. We discussed why we had thought about suicide. Family problems and pressures from school were the most common reasons.

After our discussion, an eerie silence passed through the entire room, then we changed the subject. We never talked about it again. It was an eye opener for me. I did not know how widespread the problem was until that day.

"Everyone feels suicidal at one point in their life," said Ross. "We have to be responsive and supportive, not accusatory but understanding, and not blame the people for having a hard time. The more accepting we are, the more we help people before they feel more suicidal."

The National Hopeline Network 1-800-SUICIDE provides access to trained telephone counselors, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. Or for a crisis center in your area, go here.

© 2002 by Youth Communication


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I tried when I was a kid. It didn't work though :smh: I just ended up sick as a dog for an entire weekend wishing I had died. I never tried again after that.
 
I tried when I was a kid. It didn't work though :smh: I just ended up sick as a dog for an entire weekend wishing I had died. I never tried again after that.

Damn Wildflower. :(

That's what happened to my kin folk. They both tried to overdose but they were found and taking to the hospital just in time to be treated.

Only a few family members know about it they're too embarrassed to talk about it.

 
I believe that anyone who says they have never, THOUGHT about it is a liar.

Life can be depressing. Just fact.

We are stronger for the times when are DOWN, and we GET UP!

Peace an love to all.
 
I believe that anyone who says they have never, THOUGHT about it is a liar.

Life can be depressing. Just fact.

We are stronger for the times when are DOWN, and we GET UP!

Peace an love to all.

Word... Black 'pride' & machismo keeps this on the low in our community. More Blacks die at their own hands than at the hands of Whites, but all we ever talk about is how Whitey's out to get us. This suicide shit is fucked up on every level, bro.
 
Ming this is an excellent thread...Give thanks bredren. This is a topic that needs to come to light.











peace
 
Word... Black 'pride' & machismo keeps this on the low in our community. More Blacks die at their own hands than at the hands of Whites, but all we ever talk about is how Whitey's out to get us. This suicide shit is fucked up on every level, bro.

I don't agree. The siucide rates tend to go up as you go up the income ladder. And as blacks became more affluent and integrated into society, it makes sense that we would be more likely to do ALL of the things the society does.
 
I don't agree. The siucide rates tend to go up as you go up the income ladder. And as blacks became more affluent and integrated into society, it makes sense that we would be more likely to do ALL of the things the society does.
Then we'll just have to agree to disagree. There is no shortage of poor Blacks who commit suicide, fam... The stats bare this out.
 
This is one of the reasons I went into my field of choice (psychology); I feel like blacks, particularly when they are feeling depressed, will try other means to try and "cure it" by putting it in God's hands, prayer, etc. And, not that all blacks don't believe in seeking professional help, but it helps to see a black professional and someone you can relate to, in general, offering those services...
 
This is one of the reasons I went into my field of choice (psychology); I feel like blacks, particularly when they are feeling depressed, will try other means to try and "cure it" by putting it in God's hands, prayer, etc. And, not that all blacks don't believe in seeking professional help, but it helps to see a black professional and someone you can relate to, in general, offering those services...


I had a psychologist once. LOL, I never really admit that shit. When I was like 19.

But not because I wanted to kill myself. :hmm: :(

It was cause I was . .. . well, it was. :D

Moms thought I was crazy. :D


Momma knows best!!!! :lol:
 
This is one of the reasons I went into my field of choice (psychology); I feel like blacks, particularly when they are feeling depressed, will try other means to try and "cure it" by putting it in God's hands, prayer, etc. And, not that all blacks don't believe in seeking professional help, but it helps to see a black professional and someone you can relate to, in general, offering those services...

If you were my psychologist i'd be in your office everyday.

Making up stories.
 
If you were my psychologist i'd be in your office everyday.

Making up stories.

You sound like my clients...I see them sometimes trying to cop looks at my chest and other things... mind you, I work with kids! :smh:
 
I had a psychologist once. LOL, I never really admit that shit. When I was like 19.

But not because I wanted to kill myself. :hmm: :(

It was cause I was . .. . well, it was. :D

Moms thought I was crazy. :D


Momma knows best!!!! :lol:

Hmmm, Shane...makes me wonder about you...:lol:

Nah, just playing...sometimes parents will get real anxious to try and "figure out" what's wrong with their kids, when it's just normal developmental angst...and, I think that some kids need to naturally go through that, and have an outlet to discuss it out with me, but I don't give blatant advice to some kids (particularly, older kids) about things...
 
My clients are in grades K-5th...

I had a 2nd grader hug me, say, "you smell good..." then continue to run his hands past my butt...I was SHOCKED! I didn't know what to do, but just ask him to not touch me like that again...
 
Clearly this conversation is too mature for the main board. SOL is ironically the best places for cats like us to have discussions like this. Another delivery from the main board...

I bet the "black" kids were closeted gays...

Let me guess, your parents hated you, you got fingered in your ass as a kid, you dont make enough money, you feel like the whole world is againts you? Only cowards commint suicide period, Trials and tribulations are what makes us stronger. Ever heard the term what dont kill you makes you stronger? Like i said if someone feels like they need to kill themselves fuck it do it and may your soul burn in hell for all eternity weak asses.

I should get a job at the suicide hotline. :lol:

If i was more alone i would be invisible? The fuck is wrong with this nigga? It's obvious he has talents lyrically but he uses it to rap about suicide?
 
I don't agree. The siucide rates tend to go up as you go up the income ladder. And as blacks became more affluent and integrated into society, it makes sense that we would be more likely to do ALL of the things the society does.

I think there's some truth in this statement. This thread could go into two different tangents: Blacks committing suicide, and blacks seeking therapy.

Like the unfortunately named "Fuckallyall" said, I think suicide rates have gone up as we've become more affluent. To be real, blacks killing themselves when I was a teen (I'm 33 now) was unheard of. Of course blacks got depressed, but the shit that depressed whites and the shit that depressed us - at least back then - was laughable in terms of its gravity in 'real life'. I came from poverty and my entire family knew hardship. On top of that, I'm half Nigerian and I grew up in P.G. County MD, so you can imagine the African booty-scratcher type shit that dark-skinned cats like me suffered in the early 90's.

Shiiiiiit, to be really real, all we saw as black men were images of ourselves as buffoons or gangstas, either car-jacking and banging as menaces to society, or being homeys in clown suits.

But how did we deal? You suck that shit up and keep pushing. Of COURSE we considered suicide, but like Biggie said, "My momma's got cancer in her chest, don't ask me why I'm muthafuckin' stressed..." In my generation, blacks had no cash, bad credit, hand me down shoes, second-class citizenship, God, and extended family. Shit couldn't get any WORSE so all suicide was - at least if you came from a religious background - was a surefire way to fastrack to a place WORSE than where you were already. That was just weak, and certainly not something sympathetic. It just seemed PATHETIC.

These days, kids of all colors don't have nearly the kind of adversity and fortitude that the generation previous treasured. You don't get beat down or push yourself to run harder or be BETTER than the white boy they expect to be better than you anymore....you just beat their ass on Xbox Live and look on disapprovingly. It's only politically correct.


So yeah, as we've gotten more money, more similar to the culture we were so different from, our suicide rates, our change of value system, our fluctuating 'enlightened' beliefs - all that shit changes.

Now Ming Fei Hong has is right, too. Blacks should seek therapy more. The church doesn't solve everything, and dealing with emotional problems on a more strategic level of therapy is far better than our traditional ways of shutting down and 'manning up'....
 
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Hmmm, Shane...makes me wonder about you...:lol:

Nah, just playing...sometimes parents will get real anxious to try and "figure out" what's wrong with their kids, when it's just normal developmental angst...and, I think that some kids need to naturally go through that, and have an outlet to discuss it out with me, but I don't give blatant advice to some kids (particularly, older kids) about things...

Well, naw, it was mostly because my parents got divorced when I was 18.

I think my mom thought I needed it, but that wasn't what I was angry about then.

I'm more angry about it now. Back then, I remember coming home from my first year of college and I was walking up the steps, and my dad was bringing his guns out. I didn't even think about it. It totally skipped my head. Next, my mother was like, your dad is never coming home. I just shrugged.

Later in life when I moved to cali, one of my boys said the wisest thing ever in comparison of mine, and some of my friend's situation.

The people who get divorced, you never hear them argue. The ones who stick together, argue all the time!???


I only twice saw my parents argue. Both times over the ass whoopins I ALREADY had got. :lol: :rolleyes:



As far as this subject goes. We all have to stick with our friends, and be there for them. I had an ex, who while I was asleep took my pistol and tried to shoot herself. An anyone who knows guns, I walked in a room and the pistol misfired. That does not happen.

That was my girlfriend, I had no clue she was hurting. None at all.

Black women keep it in also. I knew about situations, but I didn't know she was breaking. But that's not my story, and so I will not do it any more publicity.

But I will tell, once when I visited back to MI, I told my moms I was going to get my hair cut from my barber, the dude with game who I ain't seen in a minute cause I lived in cali. My moms sat me down and told me he shot himself.

Dude was in his 50's I think. But it was because he had no health insurance running his own business and his bills were too much. That man had cut my hair when I was like 5, my mother took me to him. His son was a basketball player two years younger, I was football, wrestling, and track and we used to wrestle in his shop and at school. His pops would give me so much fucking game to life.

When my moms told me I went to my car and I cried. Because I felt like I should not have left, and if maybe I had said something, the old man would not have.

He did it because he didn't know people had his back, and he thought that was his only way out, and he didn't want to make his family take care of him.

I guess ming's music has an effect for me to share this. That shit still hurts.

We should try to be more for our friends. Life is like, you lose to much contact thinking on money, house, and cars. It's almost laughable the regrets you live with.
 
He did it because he didn't know people had his back

This is deep for me cause every time I get that way thats how I feel; all alone.
Then I start thinking about if I do it, probably nobody will even notice or care, which half makes me want to do it even more and half makes me really mad.
When it happens, looking at my dogs faces makes me not do it.

Then last week I got a shocking phone call and I had no idea I had people down for me like that. It kind of made me glad I never did it.
 
Well, naw, it was mostly because my parents got divorced when I was 18.

I think my mom thought I needed it, but that wasn't what I was angry about then.

I'm more angry about it now.
Back then, I remember coming home from my first year of college and I was walking up the steps, and my dad was bringing his guns out. I didn't even think about it. It totally skipped my head. Next, my mother was like, your dad is never coming home. I just shrugged.

Later in life when I moved to cali, one of my boys said the wisest thing ever in comparison of mine, and some of my friend's situation.

The people who get divorced, you never hear them argue. The ones who stick together, argue all the time!???


I only twice saw my parents argue. Both times over the ass whoopins I ALREADY had got. :lol: :rolleyes:



As far as this subject goes. We all have to stick with our friends, and be there for them. I had an ex, who while I was asleep took my pistol and tried to shoot herself. An anyone who knows guns, I walked in a room and the pistol misfired. That does not happen.

That was my girlfriend, I had no clue she was hurting. None at all.

Black women keep it in also. I knew about situations, but I didn't know she was breaking. But that's not my story, and so I will not do it any more publicity.

But I will tell, once when I visited back to MI, I told my moms I was going to get my hair cut from my barber, the dude with game who I ain't seen in a minute cause I lived in cali. My moms sat me down and told me he shot himself.

Dude was in his 50's I think. But it was because he had no health insurance running his own business and his bills were too much. That man had cut my hair when I was like 5, my mother took me to him. His son was a basketball player two years younger, I was football, wrestling, and track and we used to wrestle in his shop and at school. His pops would give me so much fucking game to life.

When my moms told me I went to my car and I cried. Because I felt like I should not have left, and if maybe I had said something, the old man would not have.

He did it because he didn't know people had his back, and he thought that was his only way out, and he didn't want to make his family take care of him.

I guess ming's music has an effect for me to share this. That shit still hurts.

We should try to be more for our friends. Life is like, you lose to much contact thinking on money, house, and cars. It's almost laughable the regrets you live with.

When I was in school, we learned about how divorce affects a child even much so the older they are and into adulthood than when they are younger...cats begin to question their own adult relationships (particularly, intimate relationships) and wonder if the same fate waits for it and some begin to even doubt love and strong, intimate relationships altogether.

And, yes, we do all hold it in. I commend you for stepping up and coming out with that. I know it wasn't easy, but its so therapeutic to put that information out. Sometimes in just "talking it out," we begin the healing process...
 
This is deep for me cause every time I get that way thats how I feel; all alone.
Then I start thinking about if I do it, probably nobody will even notice or care, which half makes me want to do it even more and half makes me really mad.
When it happens, looking at my dogs faces makes me not do it.

Then last week I got a shocking phone call and I had no idea I had people down for me like that. It kind of made me glad I never did it.

Bigirl, I feel you on that one. Moving down here separated me so much from my closest friends. And, with my dad's recent passing, I'm still in the midst of grieving. But, I've started to use all my little "techniques" to get myself back to where I need to be: things like writing in a journal, relaxation techniques, deep breathing, meditation, hot baths, yoga...you name it, I'm doing it now...
 
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