Documentary Gut-Punch Aftershock Reveals the Deadly Reality of Giving Birth While Black

It’s impossible not to feel impassioned by Aftershock, the vital documentary co-directed by Paula Eiselt (93Queen) and Tonya Lewis Lee that explores the dismal state of the U.S.’s maternal mortality rate among Black women. Though the statistics alone are infuriating—namely the U.S. having the highest maternal mortality rate among all industrialized nations—Aftershock platforms the stories of families who have lost a loved one due to this oft-overlooked healthcare crisis. In fact, the film aptly suggests that this issue hasn’t sparked nationwide outrage because the maternal death rate for Black women is more than twice as high as it is for white women.
The film begins with a compilation of home videos chronicling the everyday life of Shamony Gibson, a 30-year-old Brooklyn woman. “I just wanted to illustrate how over-the-top my daughter is in every aspect of her life,” her mother Shawnee Benton Gibson tells the camera, holding up a black toothbrush in each hand. She unsheathes one of the toothbrushes, revealing bristles warped beyond recognition by vigorous brushing. “She brushes her teeth like the teeth did something to her!”
Shamony’s infectious giggle can be heard in the background, amused by her mother’s affectionate teasing. However, it’s revealed that Shamony’s boisterous nature has been recently snuffed out due to a totally preventable tragedy. These recordings have been compiled to play during a memorial service for the young mother, who died of a brain aneurysm 13 days after the birth of her second child in October 2019. Her partner Omari Maynard has been left to raise their young daughter and newborn son on his own—and both Omar and Shawnee are positive that glaring medical negligence led to Shamony’s untimely death.
Rather than begin with a rudimentary run-down of the issue, Aftershock emphasizes the filmmakers’ commitment to the human faces behind this epidemic. Seeing Shamony through her family’s eyes—her vibrant personality, her doting love for her first-born, her obvious adoration for her partner—serves an emotional gut-punch that numbers alone could never conjure. While viewers may have expected a sobering, somber account of Black maternal mortality, the visceral impact of the human lives lost is the very first takeaway the directors impart on the audience.
It’s an impressive feat to have hot tears streaming down viewers’ cheeks within the 10-minute mark, and even more impressive for the filmmakers to effectively channel that sadness into usable fervor. In this sense, the emotional journey of the viewer mimics that of the documentary’s subjects. Six months after Shamony’s passing, Omari hears of the death of 26-year-old Amber Rose Isaac, a fellow New Yorker who died after an emergency C-section. Omari reaches out to Bruce McIntyre, Amber’s partner, knowing full-well that there is a dearth of resources for bereaved partners in the aftermath of a maternal death. Meeting Bruce for a run in Prospect Park, Omari grants sage advice to his companion in grief: “There’s other people in our position. We can turn our pain into power and make something of this.”