We have been building something across this series.

And if you haven't already, check out Parts 1-4 in this series: Unseen Architecture: the Dots Nobody Connected

We started with a founder editing his origin story — a choice that seemed small, a PR decision, a narrative shaped for the room it needed to land in. We watched that choice become the operating logic of an organization, then a culture, then a system. We watched it take down Boeing from the inside over two decades. We watched it collapse the Soviet Union within five years of a single catastrophic failure. We watched capitalism's founding edit — the erasure of slavery and colonization from the story of how Western wealth was actually built — become the inherited architecture of every company and institution operating inside it today.

And in Part Four, we watched what that architecture does on the way out. It floods the most vulnerable communities with destruction. It criminalizes survival. It manages the perception of what is happening so that the system is never held accountable for what it caused.

In every case, the mechanism was active. Someone made a decision. Someone looked away. Someone chose the foreign policy objective over the communities being destroyed by its consequences. Someone criminalized crack while declaring opioids a public health emergency. Someone did something.

Part Four B is about what happens when the mechanism is passive.

When the system doesn't have to do anything actively to produce a body count. When the governance decision that is killing people was made so long ago, so far upstream, that most people alive today don't even know it was made. When the damage is so normalized, so woven into the fabric of everyday institutional behavior, that the people causing it don't experience themselves as causing anything at all.

This is the story of Black maternal mortality in America. And it starts with a document published in 1910.

The Founding Edit of American Medicine

In 1910, a man named Abraham Flexner published a report commissioned by the Carnegie Foundation at the initiation of the American Medical Association. The report evaluated medical schools across the United States and Canada and called for sweeping reforms to standardize medical education.

On its surface, the Flexner Report was a quality control document. And in some respects, it did improve the standards of American medical education. That part of the story is told often.

Here is the part that rarely gets told in the same breath.

At the time the Flexner Report was published, there were seven medical schools in America specifically serving Black students and training Black physicians. Flexner recommended closing five of them. Within two years, three Black medical schools closed. By 1924, only two remained — Howard University in Washington D.C. and Meharry Medical College in Nashville. The rest were gone.

The AMA, whose local chapters prohibited Black doctors from membership well into the late 1960s, used Flexner's report to advance an agenda that protected the professional and financial interests of its white male membership. The population-based logic Flexner himself used — which should have led to a recommendation for more Black physicians to serve the approximately nine million Black Americans in the segregated South — was instead inverted. The schools that would have produced those physicians were shuttered.

Estimates suggest that had those five schools not been closed, they could have collectively trained an additional 35,000 Black physicians by 2019 alone — a 29% increase in the number of graduating Black physicians in that year. Tens of thousands of future Black physicians disappeared as a result of a governance decision made in a single document, in a single year, over a century ago.

Today, less than four percent of practicing U.S. doctors are Black. Over 80% of them received their training at the two schools that survived — Howard and Meharry. The shortage that Flexner's report engineered is still operating. The pipeline that was deliberately closed in 1910 has never been fully rebuilt.

That is the founding edit of American medicine. A governance decision, made at the institutional level, that wrote Black physicians — and by extension Black patients — out of the system. Not as a side effect. As a consequence that the architects of that decision could see clearly and chose anyway.

What That Decision Produces in a Delivery Room Today

In 2023, Black women in the United States died at a rate nearly 3.5 times higher than white women around the time of childbirth. That number has not improved in meaningful ways over decades. While maternal deaths among white, Hispanic, and Asian women declined in 2023, Black women's maternal death rate did not improve.

And here is the data point that closes every argument about this being a poverty problem, an education problem, or a problem of individual choices:

The chance of a Black woman dying due to complications relating to pregnancy or childbirth is two to three times more than a white woman — a disparity large enough to cause the national maternal mortality rate to increase at a steady rate. This heightened risk spans all income and education levels. The wealthiest Black woman in America faces a higher risk of maternal mortality than the poorest white woman.

Serena Williams — one of the most famous, most resourced, most medically attended athletes alive — developed a pulmonary embolism after giving birth and had to fight to be believed by the nurse when she asked for help. She knew her body. She knew what she was experiencing. She asked for a CT scan and blood thinners. She was initially dismissed. She survived because she was Serena Williams, with the resources and platform to override the dismissal. Most Black women do not have that option.

Black women have shared stories about their experiences when medical providers associated them with "being poor, uneducated, noncompliant, and unworthy." With these associations comes reluctance to believe what the patient is communicating — leading to incorrect or absent treatment.

Shalon Irving was a Black woman, a CDC epidemiologist who studied health disparities for a living. After giving birth, she experienced high blood pressure, blurry vision, and a hematoma. Her doctors advised her not to take further action. She died three weeks after giving birth. A woman who spent her career documenting the systems that kill Black women was killed by those same systems before her daughter's first month of life.

The doctor who dismissed her did not wake up that morning intending to let a Black woman die. That is the point. The harm doesn't require intention. It requires a system whose governance was designed, over a century ago, to produce a shortage of Black physicians, a culture of medical disbelief toward Black patients, and an institutional architecture so thoroughly normalized that the people operating inside it experience themselves as simply doing their jobs.

This Is the Same Series

Let me connect this directly because the thread matters.

In Part One, we talked about what gets left out of a founding story and how that omission becomes the operating logic of the institution. The Flexner Report is the founding document of modern American medical education. What it left out — the nine million Black Americans in the segregated South who needed Black physicians, the Black medical schools that were producing them, the deliberate choice to close those schools to protect the professional interests of white male doctors — became the operating logic of the American healthcare system.

That omission did not stay in 1910. It traveled. It replicated itself into every layer of the institution. Into the culture of medical disbelief toward Black patients. Into the shortage of Black physicians who might have operated from a different experiential understanding. Into the Medicaid policies that limit postpartum coverage to sixty days in many states — a cutoff that disproportionately affects Black women who are more likely to depend on Medicaid due to decades of redlining and structural dispossession that are themselves downstream of the same founding system.

In Part Two, we talked about how Boeing's culture of perception management was contagious — how it traveled from McDonnell Douglas into Boeing through an acquisition and rewrote the institution's relationship with truth from the inside. The culture of medical dismissal toward Black women operates the same way. It travels through medical education. Through residency training. Through the institutional norms that teach doctors — often unconsciously — whose pain is real, whose concerns are credible, whose body is worth believing.

In Part Three, we talked about how capitalism's founding edit — the erasure of slavery and colonization from the origin story — embedded itself into every institution operating inside the system. The Flexner Report is that founding edit made specific. It is the moment the American medical establishment wrote the blueprint for a healthcare system that would serve some lives as fully human and others as expendable. And like every founding edit, it didn't announce itself as such. It arrived dressed as quality control.

In Part Four, we talked about how collapsing systems concentrate their damage at the bottom. The crack epidemic and the opioid crisis are stories of active harm — decisions made, networks protected, communities criminalized. Black maternal mortality is the story of passive harm. No one is making a decision today to let Black women die in delivery rooms. The decision was made in 1910. It has simply never been honestly examined, honestly named, or honestly repaired.

That is what perception-managed governance does over centuries. It doesn't just produce crises. It produces conditions so normalized, so embedded in institutional culture, that the people perpetuating the harm cannot see it as harm at all.

They are simply doing their jobs.

The Through Line This Series Has Always Been Building Toward

We are now five essays into a series that started with a founder editing his origin story.

Look at where we are.

A governance decision made in 1910 — one document, one set of recommendations, advanced by an organization whose stated ethics claimed to treat all physicians equally while systematically excluding Black doctors from membership — is still producing preventable deaths in delivery rooms in 2024. Not as a relic. As an active, ongoing consequence of a structural decision that was never honestly accounted for, never honestly repaired, and never honestly included in the story American medicine tells about itself.

The founding edit of American medicine has a body count. That body count has a face. It is a Black woman who knew something was wrong, said so clearly, and was not believed.

This is the unseen architecture.

The edit at the founding. The culture it produces. The institution that normalizes that culture. The harm that concentrates, invisibly, in the bodies of the people the institution was never honestly designed to serve.

We started this series asking why governance fails. We end Part Four B with the answer this series has been building toward:

Governance fails when it is built on anything other than the complete, honest truth about who the system is for, who it was built on, and who it has always asked to pay the price.

The founders in Part One failed that test before the company existed. Boeing failed it over two decades of slow cultural erosion. Capitalism failed it at the founding of the entire system. The Flexner Report failed it in a single document in a single year.

And Black women are still paying for it in delivery rooms across America.

In Part Five — What Honest Governance Actually Looks Like — this series arrives at the only question that matters after everything we have built together: what would you have to be willing to tell the truth about, from the very beginning, to build something that doesn't end like this?

— Lexi

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Meet Alexis Frank

There are three things in life I’ve never enjoyed being: tired, uncomfortable in my clothes, and unable to afford the things I want.

Three things in life I had been for awhile: tired, uncomfortable in my clothes, and unable to afford the things I want (first world problems, am I right?)

Those things served a purpose in my life, but no longer suited who I believe to be, the best version of myself. 

Let me give you some background

My brother and I were raised by a single mother, in NYC, who dedicated her life to teaching special education students. It goes without saying that we never had a lot of money. We never questioned where our next meal was coming from and we got to travel to beautiful places (on a tight budget of course), but we knew the reality of our finances at a very young age.

So in order to save my mother the ungodly burden of co-signing on loans for college, I joined the Army at 17, which for 6 years, made me both tired and uncomfortable in my clothes (those boots were not the business). But it was at this point, I experienced having money, and I knew I liked that. But the rest had to go.

I met my husband before I got out of the military, and we had our son. I worked for a few small businesses, spent some time as a SAHM, which I loathed (don’t judge, it ain’t for everyone), and finished up a few degrees. This left me both tired and unable to afford the things I wanted (which was just a nice vacation without a screaming baby for two nights). So again, I knew something had to change.

Fast forward to when we got the opportunity to change duty stations. I was finishing up my MBA and I was able to finally land a position in corporate America, which I thought I had always wanted (Alexa: play “living the American dream). I tried my best to make the most of it and to be grateful for the opportunity, but my commute was horrible, my pantsuits were tight (I was pregnant with our third child), my heels hurt, and most of my meetings could have been emails. 

Then the pandemic hit, and I got to work from home. As horrible as it was, I finally thought to myself “this is how I do it. I get to work from home in my pajamas, make money, spend more time with my kids, and take naps.” But I was wrong again.

When my husband changed duty stations again, I was placed on a high profile program with my company that demanded mandatory overtime. I knew then that corporate life was never going to give me the time freedom I needed, and that starting my business was the only way I could build the life I wanted which included leggings and vacations.

The Filing Cabinet was born out of my realization that I had been coaching people ever since my teenage years. My friends and colleagues have always seen me as the go-to expert for pretty much any issues they have ever had. I pride myself on that, and I want to use over 15 years of that experience to coach you through leaving your corporate job, realizing your entrepreneurial potential, and helping you scale your life and business to unprecedented heights (and in your sweatpants, if you’re anything like me).

There is no blanket version of success, and I suspect you are here because you are tired of the version we have been sold. We don’t dream of labor and hustle culture is toxic in our eyes. But we have the drive to build something big, so that we can take advantage of the fruits of our labor, far sooner rather than later

Are you finally ready to spend more time doing things that light up your soul? Then let’s get started

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