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September 22, 2020 <br /> <br />First I would like to forewarn you I have structured this email in the form of a very long <br />narrative. With so much going on in the world now as well as in our city I thought why not <br />give the Council members something to read that can hopefully be refreshing mixed with <br />a thought provoking theme. My hope is after reading this you will sign hmmmm, reflect, <br />and ask yourself what have I just read, and more importantly how do I feel as a citizen of <br />Portsmouth VA. I am hoping for a toss salad mixed with some uneasiness, intrigue, <br />pondering, and resolve. I had to find a way to infuse this email with some personality <br />hoping it would give you a small glimpse of who I Darlene H. Breckenridge is. <br />I am a lifelong resident of Portsmouth NOT “p-town” who lived all my childhood and part <br />of my adult life in a two street neighborhood that encouraged us to NEVER cease to <br />entertain the POSSIBILITY of something…. First I would like to give honor to my neighbor <br />now my Ancestor Mr. Jasper Short who attended City Council meetings religiously and <br />always encouraged those of us in the neighborhood to recognize our voice and use it <br />respectfully and clearly. My motto is to be firm, frank, fair, and friendly. Hopefully as he <br />looks down on me he sees I never forgot what he instilled in us. <br />As a 59 year old African American female employed at PDBHS as a Registered Nurse I <br />have the distinct honor to work with a population that many overlook unknowingly and <br />sometimes knowingly. The Medication Management Unit includes Helga Burney LPN, <br />myself, and Donna Rivera Supervisor. We are tasked with all duties required to maintain <br />the best health possible for the community based population of the chronically mentally <br />ill clients. That entails the administering of prescribed intramuscular antipsychotic <br />medications as ordered for clients who have previously been historically non-compliant <br />with treatment. Without these prescribed medications this population is prone to <br />mentally decompensation as evidenced by experiencing auditory and visual <br />hallucinations and possible suicidal and homicidal ideations which pust them at risk of <br />reoccurring psychiatric hospitalizations, increase homelessness, increased criminal <br />behavior, and loss of baseline stability in the community that many had not experienced <br />for years due to psychiatric instability. As stated the treatment provided by the Medication <br />Management Unit helps tremendously with decreasing the potential for increased <br />psychiatric hospitalization due to active psychosis, increased financial stain on local <br />hospitals, and potential for increased criminal behavior which directly affects the jail <br />system and the overall fragile stability in our city now due to the Pandemic. <br />I was told by Mrs. Little-Hill during a scheduled meeting she and I had that employees of <br />the City of Portsmouth are being asked to explain how our particular skill set directly <br />mitigated COVID-19. I submit to you as I did to her and all others I initially emailed as an <br />employee of the City of Portsmouth I do that daily by doing my job as so many other City <br />of Portsmouth employees do as well. I told Mrs. Little-Hill I do realize what affects my <br />community, city, fellow citizens of Portsmouth does affect me as well so I am both thankful <br />and grateful monies given to the State of Virginia were used to help our citizens with rent <br />and utilities. However as a service worker for my city it does appear some employees <br />level of service was determined by whomever responsible for the disbursement of the <br />funds to not meet the subjective criteiria for the $1500.00 Hazard pay. This is both <br />confusing and disappointing to me. Having lived my entire life in Portsmouth and <br />observing the historical a racially divide it the city I must say I have never felt this kind <br />of disappointment in my city before. <br />I have experienced name calling by people of the lighter pigmentation, chased with <br />chains, and other so-called subtle behaviors that as a person of a darker pigmentation I <br />was not suppose to recognize. However the balance to all this in my life was my <br />experiences of growing up in New Kirn Building as a little girl where my mother Ellen <br />Hargrove was the Custodial Supervisor. I was fortunate to experience and see some <br />level of respect during my silly child like conversations with Mr. Lefcoe, Peter Axson, Mr. <br />Blachman, Mr. David Levin, Doctor James Parker, Mr. Harrell, Mr. Robert Hargrave and <br />so many others. As a graduate of Cradock High School who was presented the DAR <br />Scholarship by Mayor Richard Davis I realized that presentation may have been a “good <br />look scenario” or it may have been Mrs. Pollard my guidance counselor knew this and still <br />felt I was deservant of the scholarship. As a ’84 ODU graduate and the only African <br />American in my class I have had many opportunities to know what it feels like to be judged <br />often by your complexion and sometimes the content of my character. <br />While playfully assisting my mother manage the elevator in New Kirn Building I can hear <br />it like it was yesterday when Mr. David Levin said to my mother, “Ellen I do not know what <br />to call you,” (in regards to her Race) and hearing my mother say, “you know my name <br />don’t you.”. I was raised by parents and in a neighborly environment that dressed us in <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
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