Dr. Kevin Ahmaad Jenkins

historian | sociologist | social epidemiologist

Vice-Provost Postdoctoral Fellow at the University of Pennsylvania

BLACK WOMEN & THE DEADLY UNDERGROUND WORLD OF ‘PUMPING PARTIES’

Claudia Aderotimi flew from London for a butt-enhancement procedure. She went into a hotel near the Philadelphia airport not knowing that she’d meet an untimely death roughly 12 hours later. Padge-Victoria Windslowe, noted as the Philadelphia Black Madamwas sentenced to at least 10 years after the murder of Aderotimi. In court, the Black Madam said she had safely performed thousands of surgeries since the mid-1990s.

A 20-something-year-old woman who was a “patient” of the Black Madam had the lungs of an 80-year-old because the deadly silicon concoction spread into her lungs. Dr. Paris Butler, MD, MPH, assistant professor in the Division of Plastic Surgery within the Hospitals at the University of Pennsylvania, was puzzled by his patient’s casual revelation that her condition stemmed from participating in a pumping party.

This patient’s chilling story inspired Dr. Butler to spurn a healthy dialogue about safe and legal plastic surgery among Black women. In Philadelphia, the Black Madam’s pumping party goers paid between $1,500-$2,000 twice a year to have an illegal and deadly mixture of silicone and cement injected into various areas of their body. Most would assume affordability forces people to get these procedures done in a hotel room or, in some cases, a back alley.

According to the American Society for Aesthetic Plastic Surgery, plastic surgery is a $13.5 billion industry with 7.7% of all cosmeticsurgeries being consumed by Black patients. The physician fee for a butt lift, for example, averages $4,910.

Surgery & Hip Hop

 

Serious community discussions about cosmetic surgery started with the death of Donda West, Kanye West’s mother, after she died of complications from cosmetic surgery. Childish jokes often deride women and girls for wearing weave and having any body enhancement surgery really makes you “fake.” The Remy Ma and Nicki Minaj beef took an interesting turn. In the 7-minute lyrical barrage, Remy Ma held no punches about image, plastic surgery and Black girls:

But you point your fingers at me? I’m the bad girl
When she the one out here misleadin’ the black girls?

All these fake asses influenced by that girl
Dyin’ from botched surgeries—what a sad world!

I think Remy Ma coupled the deaths from hotel procedures and legal cosmetic surgery. Are Black women, in particular, ashamed to talk about surgical body enhancement? Another celebrity also jumped into the plastic surgery fray recently. While I personally think Tyrese should play the “quiet game” when it comes to Black women, he amplifies this inherent thought that body enhancement is a bad thing. He decided to weigh in on his view of “manufactured beauty” in a March 16, 2017 Instagram post that has since been deleted, stating, “If your beauty has been purchased that’s fine…own it, enjoy it…Just know that us REAL ones out here see the REAL…”

Legal Vs. Illegal Cosmetic Surgery

 

It may seem crazy to you that some women are getting backroom enhancement procedures, but this is a real thing. These procedures are NOT safe. Injecting free-flowing in the body can cause silicosis. According to the American Lung Association, silicosis surfaces when the lungs are exposed to crystalline silica. Underground cosmetic procedures increase the chances of silicon being swept directly into your body’s bloodstream.

Legitimate cosmetic surgery is not bad and never happens outside of hospital. Every Black person who I’ve talked to about cosmetic surgery repeats the same mantras: “Black don’t crack!” or “I’m good with what God gave me!” The Black community largely lambastes the idea of plastic surgery, but can this be a part of the reason many women are seeking underground care?

At the heels of another Black woman’s death due to complications with a Brazilian butt lift, our community must have a deeper conversation about cosmetic surgery. A conversation that does not conflate hotel and hospital procedures. There are some clear differences between the two. Hotel procedures are done in unsterile environments by people who are not clinically trained or licensed.

Contrary to most thoughts, the illegal procedures cost nearly the same price as the surgeries performed by board certified physiciansThe underground cosmetic procedure movement is not as common knowledge as some have asserted. Black women are continuing to suffer the catastrophic consequences of this movement’s nexus: pumping parties.

From BlackDoctor.org: http://blackdoctor.org/513019/black-women-the-deadly-underground-world-of-pumping-parties/

 

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The Day I Stopped Eating Burger King

The Day I Stopped Eating Burger King

 

I told her that my teacher was “picking on me” and she needed to handle it! Maxine Rush Jenkins set up a parent/teacher conference with ALL my teachers. I smiled. You see, every day, my mother took me to school and bought breakfast from Burger King. We talked and jammed to “Whoomp There It Is” and Mariah Carey’s “Dreamlover.” The morning before the parent/teacher conference she dropped a bomb on me! My mom said, “I don’t do parent/teacher meetings without you. I want to hear from you and them at the same time!” I died a little bit that morning when she dropped me off.

I was REALLY nice in Mrs. Clark’s class. My mother and Mrs. Clark (the Black teacher) were friends and ass whooping allies. Kever Clark didn’t play. I was hoping to gain a friend by the time I saw her after school the next day. I went to Mr. Sylvester’s class. I had a habit of not taking my book bag off and sitting at the desk with my arms folded in protest. He never said a mumbling word about this behavior. I figured he’d be, at the least, neutral in tomorrow’s ass whooping hearing.

Then came Mrs. Brown! I didn’t like her because she was a new 23 year old teacher that was obviously scared of Black kids. We terrorized this lady. Prank calls (before caller ID) and Trey stole her grade while I was in detention (I know snitches get stitches). She wouldn’t support my angelic image but who could refute two against one?

The day came and I seriously didn’t eat lunch on “Pizza Boat” day!!! We even had vanilla pudding pops (Damn Bill)!!!! My stomach was in knots. The final bell rang and I waited on Maxine out front. Then I got scared and went in Mrs. Clark’s class to “help” her set up before the meeting. She had laryngitis so she couldn’t talk above a whisper. Maxine walked in with an outfit that made her look so heavenly with rings on every finger. She put on her “White people” voice to say “hell'er.”

So it begins. My mom started things off by asking Mrs. Clark, “How is he in your class?” Mrs. Clark, clearly sick, without bass and all treble mumbles, “Oh, I have no problems!” I look at Mr. Slyvestor and his eyebrow jumps to the top of his head! He said, “Well, Mrs. Jenkins. Kevin sits in my class with his book bag on and arms folded and simply doesn’t participate at all.” Of course I have the book bag on. Maxine says, “take that damn bag OFF!” I should’ve known then that I be a Kappa because I shimmed out of that bag so fast. Mom says, “Any other problems?” He said, “No ma'am!”

So, I spilt the ally vote but I had hope Ms. Brown would be vague and merciful. She was SO afraid of my mom that she wouldn’t look her in the eyes as she mumbled through her “recollection” of my adolescent misdeeds. She said I was disruptive, blah, blah, blah but then it happened. Mrs. Brown looked at me and then my mother and said, “Mrs. Jenkins, your son flipped me off,” she continues as I’m praying she’d SHUT the hell up, “and he called me a bi$%#!”

***Um, check please! Um, pineapples! Um, time of death…NOW!***

Maxine lost her entire mind! She said and I quote, “I teach people’s kids every day, and I can’t get my own to act right! I’m gonna kill you when we get home!” She glared at me me and all I could hear is Mrs. Clark’s laughter strained into a wheeze due to her sickness. I was about to die after only 11 years on Earth.

We stopped by the hospital because my godmother was dying of cancer. Literally a week to live. My mom came down to the car because my “groundation” started then and I had to stay in the “damn” car. She was sad. She had been crying because Mae (my godmother) was on the way to Glory. My mom told me that as upset as she was in that moment, that she wouldn’t beat me. She said just know that I hurt her.

I love my mom because our car rides and impromptu meals and conversations were compromised because I hurt her. My father was cheating and battling drug and alcohol addiction. She dropped me off every day knowing that at least one thing in her world was alright and that parent/teacher conference shook that confidence. I thank God for the reprieve that day but I thank Him even more for my mother! I try to remember that how I treat people reflects on those who love me the most. Every smile or hug or kind word is simply a consequence of my mother’s love.

Oh, and report cards came out the next week and the ass whoopin moratorium ended! I’ve been riding the bus and eating school breakfast every since.

#mother #love #children #God

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