The image of my 19-year-old mama standing 5 feet tall, driving across the country in her 1977 Ford Mustang II from Boutte, Louisiana, to Santa Ana, California, in 1978, swaddles me with immense warmth and pride.

The commodification of healing has caused us to search for answers outside ourselves, leading many to take the long way home. We have always had everything we need, yet capitalism keeps tricking us into thinking we need to find more.

America loves guns and whiteness, and both depend on each other for survival. This country also loves a story of heroism, particularly when the hero is a white man.