The lost earrings
I watch the
#Steve Harvey,_ Show everyday at
3:00pm. In prison you need a
good laugh and it doesn't hurt that not only is he always
dressed well, but he is
also my homie, from Cleveland Ohio, and a high school
classmate of my children's
father. There is no
one here from Cleveland or Ohio. All the
women here are
from the New Zealand area, New York or New Jersey.
Steven Harvey
quoted #Joel Olsten,_ , stating that 25% of the people around
you will hate you for no reason- they don't even know why;
25% of others can
learn to like you; 25% are neutral and don't care about you
either way; and 25%
will love you. At the
Camp that rings true. It is people that
constantly plot
and wait on my demise for no reason. Their hate is genuine. Because I have
built successful businesses a few times and lost them by
self-defeating behaviors
at home, I have experienced constant haters. The more successful you become,
the number of haters increase ten-fold. Prison is no different than the streets.
When serving time,
everyone should have a relative that they can count on
that is available anytime to answer the phone and take care
of business. What
type of business does an inmate have? It could be taxes, or banking from the
previous life, or child support orders, unpaid traffic
tickets, and even creditors
are just a few of the nuisances that do not cease just
because you are in prison.
Even when you die, certain people never stop being
worrisome.
I have had a few
people in my lifetime be there for me, and I will call them
angels, because that is what they are. My daughter Cleo, aka Tee, because
her middle name is Tawana and since a baby we call her Tee-
has been my angel
since I first began doing this. I am not proud to say that I have been
serving
prison sentences more months than I care to reveal. Tee is always there for
me and loves me unconditionally. My other angel was my paternal aunt, named
Naomi. She was my
father's oldest sister. We also shared
the same birthday.
Naomi retired years ago from the federal system as a
secretary for Judge.
He later passed, but she always kept his memory alive.
both of these ladies love me unconditionally, and is
definitely in the 25% of the
world that genuinely loves and supports my efforts.
Naomi was always
by the telephone. Her life consisted of
church events,
calling the sick and shut in, and hosting prayer circles
from people all over the
country. She called
herself a Psalmist. What I loved about
Auntie Naomi
is she was always ready for whatever, and loved me
unconditionally.
I had a serious
problem with one of my bunkies while living in Arn-2.
I tried to work it out before calling Auntie Naomi, because
once she became
involved, it was no dropping it. She followed things through each time.
I had mentioned
in a previous episode that I was moved in with a lady
named May. She was
not from Cleveland, and I don't remember where she was
from, but it wasn't Columbus either.
My first few
nights living with her was normal. She
was not a talker, but neither
was I. I preferred it
that way. My cell was my sanctuary. I enjoy being by myself,
and when in my room I am usually able to put up a make shift
curtain and do me.
Because prison rooms have bunk beds like we are still four
years old instead of
grown women, I was able to tuck a sheet under the top bunk
mattress, and let it
hang down as a curtain over part of my bed. The rule was guards must be able to
see at least half of your body at all times. If a guard walked by, they would see
the bottom half of my body.
Behind my curtain I would journal, read, write or
edit chapters, or simply stare at the wall. If depended on what kind of mood I
was in at the time.
This particular
day, I was behind my curtain.
"Bunkie,
have you seen my earrings?" May
asked.
"No, where
did you have them?" I asked
nonchalantly.
I did not appreciate anyone asking me anything when I was
behind my curtain.
In my imaginary world, I was in my bedroom with my door shut
and locked. Because
in prison you do not have your own room, I did not
appreciate anyone invading my
personal space or time with myself.
"I had them sitting on the table, next
to the TV that we both use." May
said with
an attitude.
WHY THE HELL WAS
SHE TELLING ME ABOUT HER EARRINGS, AND WHO CARED?
I thought. It was
annoying.
She would not let
me rest. Finally, I stood up so that I
could look at her sitting
on top of her bunk.
"Bunkie, I
haven't seen any earrings. I have my own
as you can see, and a back
up pair. I hope you
find them." I said, as I left the
small room. She had really
gotten on my nerves.
When I sat outside
my door at the table in the rec room, Essie came and sat
next to me.
"What's wrong
Auntie?" She asked.
"May is
tripping about her earrings. She is
really getting on my nerves." I
said.
"Be careful
with her Auntie. She is here for cutting
someone's throat with the
metal lid from a can while they were sleeping. She is something else." Essie said.
WHAT IN THE
WORLD? I thought.
Surely, Mrs.
Turley knew this too.
When I walked back
in my room at count time, Ms. May was sitting on her bunk,
holding the lid off of the kool-aid container. WHAT THE HELL?
"Oh, heck no!
What are you doing May?" I said
loudly.
I was not about to
play NO games with this woman. Also, I
had to go to sleep in the
room with this woman.
"I want my
earrings, and I know you took them."
She said, looking crazy as ever
by the eyes.
"Listen, I
didn't take your earrings. You are
welcome to have a pair of mines.
Earrings are nothing, and I don't want the tension in this
room." I proffered.
"I knew you
took them! What other reason would you offer me a pair! I want my
earrings.! She screamed.
I do not believe in
calling officers to fight my battles.
This was one time I thought
about it, and quickly dismissed that idea. I refused to go to sleep, and so did she.
We were locked in the room together. I periodically got up to pretend to go to the
toilet just to see exactly what she was doing on that top
bunk. She wasn't sleep
either. It appeared
as if she was waiting for me to go to sleep, and she had this
stupid smirk on her face.
We both stayed up
all night. The moment that the officer
popped open the doors
from their control desk, I walked briskly toward the
phone. I couldn't dial Auntie
Naomi's number fast enough.
"Auntie Nay,
they have me in the room with this psychopath.
It is bad enough they
have me in a max unit."
I said.
I explained to
Auntie Nay about her crime, and exactly how she was acting about
a pair of earrings.
"Oh no. We have to get you out of there. Go and talk to the unit, and then call me
right back."
Naomi said.
I did exactly
that. The unit told me that they would
not be doing any bed or room
changes, and that I was stuck.
I politely called
Auntie Naomi back.
"Don't worry. I have already contacted news channel 10 in
your area. They are
calling the warden as we speak. After you hung up, my spirit told me to get
busy.
You can't stay in there with that woman." She said sternly.
"Thank you
Auntie Nay." I said tensely.
"You call me
back before bedtime, and I am going to make some other calls."
Naomi said before hanging up.
She did. She called the Warden of the prison, Channel
10 news station again,
the Director of the Bureau of Prisons, and the local police
department of the city
with a formal complaint, to put it on record in case
anything happened to me.
She was thorough.
Within the hour, I
was being summoned to the unit.
"Who do you
think you are? Your aunt is calling
everybody. We are going to move
you immediately, but you don't run nothing here." The unit staff said.
They were angry,
and so was I.
"This is your
new bed assignment. Your Aunt has also
called the TV station.
Call her right now and tell her to call the dogs
off." They ordered.
I did.
"Auntie Nay, I
am about to move right now, and then I will call you back." I said.
When I walked in
the room, May jumped down off the bed.
"I found my
earrings! I had stuck them inside my
pillow case and did not remember."
She said.
I said nothing, and
began to pack my stuff to move to the other side of the building
near the laundry room.
"What are you
doing? Are you moving?" She said.
I did not answer
her. I kept on packing up my stuff.
"I am going to
see the unit. It was just a
misunderstanding. I like you as my room-
mate, and I don't want to loose you." Her crazy butt said, as she ran out of the
room to
try to stop me from moving.
Let me tell you
something. The Lord himself could not
talk me into staying in the
room with that crazy girl.
It was too much. By the time she
came back, I was packed
up and gone, thanks to Essie and her helpers.
May had the nerve
to try to speak to me later on. I kept
it polite and stayed as
far away from her as I could. I thought about what could have happened to
me if she
had not found her misplaced earrings? Prisons all over the country have people with
mental health issues.
When they began to cut mental health budgets throughout the
United States, where do you think a lot of the patients
went? They were sent to
state and federal prisons all over the United States. The problem is you can not always
tell who has genuine mental health issues until you have a
conversation with the
person. I have spoken
with many, and it is not funny at all.
It is dangerous, because
they are mentally unbalanced. Of course this is not an isolated prison
thing. Citizens
on the streets are mixed in with society with severe mental
health problems. Every
time we see the news where someone has gone postal, we
understand this.
I did not come to
prison to make friends. You are lucky if
you are able to meet
one person that you can talk to in order to make your time
easier. Regardless to how
this looks, this is not a college campus, and serving time
in prison is hard.
#Rhonda Turpin,_
author, publisher, prisoner
April 21, 2014-Easter(so what)
fb/rhondaturpin
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