Another Day

Its been awhile since alot of this stuff has crossed my mind. Not that I've forgotten just merely have grown.

November the holiday season continued to get closer and tension began to rise. Alot of the women in there missed their families, their kids, husbands grandchildren etc. The institution decided that smoking was no longer going to be allowed in the facility so of course you can imagine the kind of chaos that brought with it. Once again what the hell could we do? These women didn't stick together and snitched on each other whenever the opportunity presented itself.

The day after smoking was completely prohibited a huge fight broke out in D dorm, the dorm I stayed in of course, even though it had nothing to do with me that shit was funny. Jess and Coco where fighting over some dumb shit. A pair of state shoes from personal property. I was like seriously? These dummies are fighting over the states shit. Wow.... In the midst of the fight the whole dorm was crowded around watching this shit was entertainment! Karen, loud mouth, ignorant ass, Karen was front row and center giving blow by blow details, like a ring side announcer for WWE. The c.o. working that side that day rushed in trying to break up the brawl. I understand its her job and all but she got the short end of that deal. They had Mrs. C all against the wall in a tizzy. The warden and major ran into the dorm and eventually the fight got broke up. The warden was so upset bc for once she didn't have control of the situation. She ran into the dorm kicked her shoes off showing her ass, you can tell people that were raised in the ghetto never leave some things behind no matter how bougie they try to act.

This fight resulted in the whole facility being on lock down, nobody could use the phones, we could only order our personals from commissary. They was tripping. That's what happens when people don't have control at home they go to work and let what authority they have go to their head. There was a sergeant like that too. A bunch of rule changes came from this dumb ass fight. Lock down went from 11 during the week to 9:00 count, and 11 on the weekends versus 1:00 count. So whatever I felt like fuck it I'll be home soon. One night my bunk mate was curling my hair (w/o talking, the new rule, no talking in the bed areas) for my visit the next day and this particular sergeant came in & told us to stop. I asked him why we couldn't continue, we weren't breaking any rules posted or otherwise. Being the asshole he was he wrote me an institutional charge. This was like the fifth one I had gotten that month. When it came time for my "hearing" he was the hearing officer for my previous charges that he didn't write. While in there he asked me what it was I had against him. I told him nothing and asked what he had against me. He looked puzzled as if he didn't understand what I was asking him, even though I was only repeating his question. I explained to him that I felt like he singled me out to pick with me often times he was on the floor. He asked for a particular example and I told him. After this conversation was over he dropped the charge he had wrote and said that he would be more conscience of that. Ever since that day I didn't have any more issues with that one.

I guess the lesson I learned was this: you can stand up for what you believe in, in a respectful manner it always gets you alot farther.