When I first was
transferred to Arn-2 maximum security unit, I did not like Dino.
She was a bully, always using her size and weight to
intimidate other inmates. I have
always been for the underdog. Dino had followers, and she ruled by
fear. Her
demeanor was similar to the OZ character, Adabece. The norm was to do what she
said, or get quietly roughed up.
I did not believe
that robberies existed in prison. There
were no pistols, so how
would an inmate rob you?
It did not make since until I witnessed a robbery in progress.
Dino ran the 2 for
1 store. Many women from general
population were her customers.
Coffee and pre-embossed envelopes were hot items. Envelopes were like money.
New admits were housed in Hale unit. They were considered admissions inmates
coming
Automatically, inmates were stripped of everything coming
in. They were issued state
uniforms and a $5.00 starter baggie of cheap cosmetics. The starter baggie had a small
black comb, a small sample tube of generic toothpaste, a
toothbrush that was no more
than four inches long, and a few deodorant packs. There was also a small motel sized
bar of soap, and a small package of shampoo that was sample
size. The wait was anywhere
from one week to three weeks before an admissions inmate
could shop. When the counties
dropped women off, the money that was in their county
account did not follow. Some
counties were quicker than others. If your family tried to by pass the wait, and
forward
money to the prison so that you can shop, that still took
time. In state prison, the person
sending money had to be an approved visitor, and it took
time to get visitors approved.
If a newbie came
in and knew someone from home, they would look out and buy
shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, soap, toothpaste, a real
toothbrush, a writing tablet,
and pre-embossed envelopes.
This care package was very important for survival in
admissions. Even
knowing someone willing to supply necessities on loan was appreciated.
Because so many women were there from Cleveland that knew me
from home, I received
large care packages all day, every day. That enabled me to hook up a lot of the women
in admissions with me that did not have anything.
"Who is
she?" They would ask about me.
Some of the
givers were genuine, but much of the gifts was a part of the unspoken
bribery norm.
'I look out for
you now, and then you owe me a favor later', was how it worked.
I guess the streets
worked the same way, just not as obvious.
My enemies would
also attempt to give me more gifts than friends.
"Thanks, but
I am good." I said often, returning
whatever they sent.
Many people in
prison live by a philosophy that dictates to keep your enemies close.
Not me. I have been
burnt too many times in life for that. I
keep my enemies as far away
from me as I can.
People give off energy. Enemies
host negative energy. They thrive on
your mishaps and pray serious prayers to destroy you, and
bring you down.
Who needs all that
negative energy close to them? Not me.
My immediate
circle has always been small and tight.
Because I am an introvert, I love
living my life alone, caught up and driven by my own
thoughts and passions.
Newbies could
not write home to notify their families of their whereabouts or anything
without pre-embossed envelopes, therefore Dino had a
thriving customer base from the
new women coming in.
Some of the women
did try to play her, or simply could not pay up.
"I didn't get
my money yet. My Mom said she sent it,
but didn't. I will pay you when I
can."
The newbie would say.
"Alright. It's
cool." Dino answered.
Once the women
moved into general population, out of admissions, Dino would rob her.
"I need to
know where she works at, and when she leaves her room." Dino told her flunkies.
When she found out
the times that the inmate was out of her room, she'd go pick the
combination lock. In
the back of each lock, there was an indent that allowed officers to open
any lock with one master key, without having the combination
numbers.
With a flunky on
standby with a garbage bag handy, Dino would open the lock, fill filling
garbage bag, and have the patsy carry the bag across the
yard to her unit door.
Many inmates keep
everything of value in their locker.
Their personal pictures, expensive
sneakers, and clothing items were locked up at all
times. Dino always locked the lock back
and made sure to leave the room and area undisturbed. As a result of her regular robberies,
Dino supplemented her two-for-one store without having to
spend any cash.
"Hey Turpin,
I have a full bag of stuff for sale. It
has a pair of used sneakers that might
fit you also. I will
give you a deal- put 100 bucks on my books and you can have the whole
bag." She
proffered.
"No. I am good, but thanks anyway." Was always my reply.
I did not trust
Dino, and I did not like her style.
She preyed on other
inmates, and was always waiting to catch them slipping.
Essie was also a
professional robber. The difference
between Essie and Dino was Essie would
only hit a lick for survival or if she had beef with
someone.
Because I had Lisa
and Phala on my payroll for laundry and ironing monthly, I was exempt
and protected from all robberies.
Lisa and Phala
always shared money or canteen I gave them with Essie. I was a good, regular
customer, and paid by the first of each month. I also gave bonuses. Many women scrub their
tennis shoes because they could not afford to buy new
ones. Being a tennis shoe scrubber
was also a hustle.
Many women knew how to make your own sneakers look like new.
We were allowed sundry boxes every three months, and to
order sneakers from Eastbay
sports catalog. I
loved fresh sneakers, and nice shoes. I have
always had a shoe fetish.
Although I could not feed it like I did at home with regular
shopping sprees for shoes all
over the country, I did have the best selection of shoes in
prison. Every three months, when
I received new shoes, I gave my shoes to Essie. We wore the same size, and I liked her.
Because of the realness I showed her, she guarded me like a
pit bull.
"What are you
doing by her room!" or, "Get
away from her!" She would yell to
everyone.
Of course she was
looking out for her own interest. She
was over 6 feet tall, and a heavy
weight, and did not mind putting in work. She loved to fight on the streets, and it
showed
each time she had to rough someone up. Essie was my self-appointed goon. Being robbed
was no longer an option for me. I would have thrown the old shoes away
anyway, as I'd
done when in main population, so it was a very cheap price
to pay for loyalty.
Some women
figured out what happened to their items, and others didn't, to this day.
Many of the officers called them liars.
"You could
not have had anything in your locker, or you passed your combination out.
This is prison. Get
over it." The officers always
replied.
Phala and Lisa
were happy to be on Essie's team. As I
stated previously, homosexual
activity is very different in a female prison than in a
male. Some of the females literally
will fight you for talking to their girlfriends, and the
turn outs are the worse as far as
jealousy. Nobody
jumps anyone's bones. Nobody forces an
inmate to be in a gay relationship.
As a matter of fact, gay girls are in very high demand in
female prisons, and keep an
entourage of women around them, weighing on them, hand and
feet. Its all based on
supply and demand.
There is never enough boy-girls in prison to go around.
The same issues
that women suffer from on the streets follow them to prison. If they
were stalkers of men, guess what? The same behavior transfers inside prison
walls, and
they stalk level four women.
Codependency is a big problem in prison.
Many women
are not comfortable being alone, sitting by themselves and
doing their time. They
displayed the same needy behavior when they were not in
prison.
Sexual acts are
labeled a 205. They are not allowed, and
are against the prison
rules, yet women take chances daily. Prison life promotes homosexuality on many
levels.
If you have a
friend or someone close to you that is facing prison time, the best
advice that you can give them is not to look for friends in
prison, and to learn to sit
alone and be alone in this environment. Inmates have many hours, days, and months
to contemplate their release and focus on making their lives
better. It is hard to
do, but a woman should make it mandatory while serving time-
I love being alone,
and silence is really golden, because we do not get a lot of
it inside the walls.
Rhonda Turpin
worldbookspublishing@gmail.com
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