Black Breastfeeding Week: The Politics of Breastfeeding
The Statistics
Black Breastfeeding Week was created because for over 40 years there has been a gaping racial disparity in breastfeeding rates. The most recent CDC data show that 75% of white women have ever breastfed versus 58.9% of black women.
Breastfeeding is known to have many health benefits for infants and mothers. The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends exclusive breastfeeding for the first six months. But only about 64 percent of Black mothers initiate breastfeeding and at 6.4 weeks they have the shortest breastfeeding duration of all races in the United States, according to data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC).
This CDC study shows that the lack of support for black mothers begins at the hospital, leading to the “gap in breastfeeding initiation between black and white infants of 17.2 percentage points”
Contained Bodies, Confined Milk and the Politics of Black Breasts
The racial disparity in reaping the benefits of breastfeeding is due to the intergenerational experience and support. It stems from the legacy of enslaved Black mothers neglecting their children to nurse white babies.
Perhaps I should be sharing my story here. It is Black Breastfeeding Week after all and I’m Black, I have breasts, and milk flowed from them in spite of the challenges of pregnancy, childbirth and chronic illness, for five years and change. My challenges were met with multigenerational support and I leaned on memories of how breastfeeding was modeled for me as a child. I attended support group meetings during the day. I returned to work but I missed my baby and hated pumping, so I left and never came back. I stayed home with that baby, ate good food, made cream-top milk, and one more baby. It all came easy to me, even in the face of minor challenges. My body a living example of the multidimensional interaction of privilege and breastfeeding. And I know I’m not the norm. So, I don't deserve to take up the only space here.
You see, before having my first baby, I worked in childcare subsidy, research, and advocacy. Paperwork passed over my desk with heartfelt requests from mothers wishing to return to work just days after cesarean births with physicians releasing them to work faster than their milk could come down. Double takes at case files with work schedules that exhausted me just looking at them and I found myself wondering “didn't she just have a baby?” Mothers leaving their babies at home for night shifts to care for other people and even other people’s babies.
Black breasts do not exist separate from Black bodies and the situated existence we navigate in this world nor the racialized experience of motherhood
— Ashley May
Black breasts do not exist separate from Black bodies and the situated existence we navigate in this world nor the racialized experience of motherhood. Racism and classism intertwine to act as a containment, working to make some of us feel as if we are walking in quicksand. Add to this the complexities of new motherhood and the needs of the postpartum body and now we have a cocktail for failure. Literal milk plugs. So, although her precious body may be able to produce milk, her situation prevents her and her baby from receiving it. Even the intention to breastfeed cannot save the milk of the mother who cannot find time for pump breaks as she works the night shift as a security guard. Or, perhaps she cannot figure out why pumping is not working, but she doesn't have the time to seek the educational or financial resources to help her problem solve.
And it wasn’t until I became a mother that I could truly see them. You know that maternal empathy that only kicks in when you have a baby, finally engulfing you with the joy and pain of other mothers. Well at least that’s what happened with me. So, the memory of these mothers lingers in my heart. It has caused me to resist engaging with imagery of a sort of Black breastfeeding that comes with ease and lean into the stories of women who want so badly to breastfeed their babies but face socioeconomic blocks due to lack of support, resources, and empowerment.
Essential to the solution is the acknowledgement that breastfeeding is a privilege, not a right. To paint the picture that breastfeeding should come easy, as long as you’re lactating and of course doing everything right, is a disservice to the many black women that face socioeconomic constraints that prevent them and their babies from accessing life giving milk. Many black women simply do not have the luxury. Luxury comes with privilege. A type of privilege held by white women and to a certain extent Black women, like myself, who faced little to no challenges while nursing their babies. So, today I’m creating a loving space for the women who despite their loving intention to feed their babies were met with road blocks that changed their paths. I’m stepping down in order to lift them up and letting them know that in spite of everything, you loved that baby and gave the best you had while navigating circumstances no one should have to. And for that reason alone, you are a queen.
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FURTHER READING
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Type de « négresse » d’Adana Nourrice noire allaitante éditions G. Mizrahi, Adana, carte postale, 9 x 14, vers 1910
Note from Almila Kakinc-Dod, Editor-in-Chief
The photo to the left is an eerie depiction of not only the impact of slavery that continues into today in the U.S. but also worldwide. At first glance, this can presumably be a black woman enslaved to be a "wet nurse" for a white family. Yet, this was taken all the way across in Adana, Turkey, where the Ottoman Empire had its own dark practises of slavery. And I am a part of that lineage, as my father's side is Afro-Turk. It's near a province called "Saglikli," which ironically means "healthy" and is adjacent to Mersin, the birthplace of my father.
Today is his birthday. He abandoned me, my sister, and my mother 14 years ago when I was 10-years-old. As I stare at this photograph, I contemplate that lineage. I think of the milk that fed his that led to my nurturing, which flowed from the privileged breasts of my white-passing mother. What would it have been like if there was a racial switch and my father had abandoned us when I was an infant? What if instead of my father, my mother was Black in Turkey? What would my health look like now? These are unanswerable questions but the question I know the resounding answer of "yes" to is this: "Is there an unjust public health crisis occuring for black mothers and can we reverse it?" And we can only do so when we wholistically approach it by uplifting fellow Black mothers socio-economically.
About the Author
Ashley works in educational research and program evaluation, specializing in equity, emotion and cognition. She has an M.S. in Education Psychology from the University of Southern California and a B.A. in Women’s Studies with a focus in Policy Studies and Feminist Theory from the University of California, Los Angeles. Ashley is a lifelong writer and most of the research she engages in begins from a writing process that downloads directly from her heart. Ashley lives in Los Angeles with her two sons, husband and large family. You can find her at @chasingwildones where she juxtaposes motherhood, resistance and identity with thoughtful reflection and images of a home filled with love and fresh baked sweets.
Almila Kakinc-Dodd is the Founder, Editor-in-Chief of The Thirlby. She is also the author of the book The Thirlby: A Field Guide to a Vibrant Mind, Body, & Soul. She is currently pursuing her Master’s in Nursing as a Dean’s Scholar at Johns Hopkins University. Her background is in Anthropology & Literature, which she has further enriched through her Integrative Health Practitioner training at Duke University. She lives in the Washington, D.C. Metro Area, where she regularly contributes to various publications. She is a member of Democratic Socialists of America and urges others to join the movement.
