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January 27, 2006
Our Island Home IV
Seraphic Disclaimer: This post contains some language that is a bit, actually, a lot more graphic than is normally found in Seraphic Secret. So if you are young, under 18, religiously modest, or secularly modest, the following, which deals with life in a women's prison, might not be appropriate reading matter for you.
"Do you love me, do you love me, sure you do, suuuuure you do."
Eden is talking to a dog.
Eden has been training Scout, a playful and intelligent dog for about four months. The bond between Eden and her dog is powerful.
The Prison Pet program was started several years ago and it has blossomed into a successful nationwide program.
The dogs are trained to be companion dogs, to live and help people who have severe disabilities. Though not for people who are blind, this calls for an entirely different kind of training and dog.
I sit back and take it all in.
The inmates, these women who I think of as broken and damaged creatures, are transformed. They are masters of their domain. The inmates are now disciplined and possessed of iron will, they run the dogs through their paces, they reward them when they do well, shake their heads and say: "Mommy's not happy," when the dogs disappoint."
CO Cindy leans over and whispers in my ear: "It's the unconditional love that gets them."
Of course it is.
The dogs love these women. The dogs have no idea that these inmates have failed tragically outside these walls, that they have stolen, lied, abused their bodies in unimagniable ways, committed murder, broken every commandment there is. No, to these cute little mutts these women are, well, everything.
"They seem to do a good job," I say to Cindy.
"Yeah," Cindy allows, "well, what else they got to do with their time."
"They could be plotting a riot."
"Cute."
"Take over the prison system, make you their slave."
"You've seen too many movies, Robert."
"Can any inmate get into the program?"
"No way. Inmates who abused children, inmates who tortured animals, they cannot get into the program."
"Good policy."
"Hey, we ain't so dumb."
"But straight-up murderers?"
"They are our best trainers. They're in for the full ride so they got nothing but time."
And then it happens.
A genuine meltdown.
"Where's the coffee?" says Josepha.
Silence.
"Whose turn wuz it to make the coffee?" demands Josepha. But her eyes are on Eden.
Cindy firmly grips my arm, pulls me behind her and whispers in my ear: "Do. Not. Move. Do. Not. Speak." CO Cindy separates her words like bricks.
Eden says: "I forgot."
Josepha says: "You forgot, what you mean you forgot? Who you think you are, Princess?"
Rasssp!
CO Cindy draws her stick.
"Ladies, we don't wanna do this."
"Yeah, we do," says Josepha, her eyes still nailed to Eden. "Princess here think she too good to make the coffee.
"I forgot. I told ya."
"No, you're too busy with Mr. effin' Hollywood."
Oh boy.
CO Cindy moves close to Josepha. She does not raise the stick. Not yet. She trails it along the floor. It makes a hissing sound. Like a rattlesnake about to strike.
"Josepha, our guest's got nothing to do with this. You know that. You know that. There's history here. You do not wanna do this. I do not wanna do this. You're skull ain't that hard."
"I'll make the coffee," says Eden.
"I'll put it in your face," says Josepha. "Melt that pretty right off."
"Leave the shed," says CO Cindy, "right now."
Josepha does not move. She's rooted to the spot. She stares at Eden with such hatred.
CO Cindy raises the stick, just a few inches.
And after a loooooong moment, Josepha stomps out of the shed.
CO Cindy nods toward another CO, who accompanies Josepha back to the cell block.
I realize that I have not taken a breath in about a minute.
CO Cindy shoves her stick back in it's steel loop on her belt.
She claps her hands.
"Ladies, back to work."
Cindy steers me to my seat.
"You okay, Robert?"
"Cindy, you ever hear of Sun Tzu?"
"Huh?"
"He was a Chinese General, wrote a great book called the Art of War. Back in 400 BC."
"I'm sure this is going somewhere, but I'm stil like: huh?"
"He said that the greatest war is the war that is never fought."
Cindy cracks up.
"You are sooooo weird."
But Cindy grabs a pen and piece of paper and asks me to repeat what I've said. She smiles as she scribbles it down.
"Hey Cindy, you're my hero."
"Yeah, just don't make me look like a complete pussy in your movie."
Stay tuned for Home Part V where we will learn more about the murderous and unfortunate Eden.
A beautiful and meaningful Shabbos to all Seraphic Secret readers.
Posted by Robert J. Avrech at January 27, 2006 09:55 AM
Comments
Seraphic Secret is private property, that's right, it's an extension of our home, and as such, Karen and I have instituted two Seraphic Rules and we ask commentors to act respectfully.
1. No profanity.2. No Israel bashing. We debate, we discuss, we are respectful. You know what Israel bashing is. The world is full of it. Seraphic Secret is one of the few places in the world that will not tolerate this form of anti-Semitism. That's it. Break either of these rules and you will be banned.
I was already going to vote for you, but when Josepha threatened me if I didn't... I voted FAST! Seriously, these have been great posts. I ask my fellow Seraphic readers: Isn't it great that a FICTION writer does such extensive research? Research that put Robert in harm's way? He puts James Frey to shame. (On the other hand, the outcry over Frey is a little over the top in a time of war... but that's another topic).
Posted by: Jake at January 27, 2006 12:14 PM
Jake:
Confession. If I had known there was going to be a, what to call it: a coffeee-break? I probably would have said: this is a job for somebody else, or done my research from the internet.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 27, 2006 12:19 PM
I can get that cranky without my coffee....but not that cranky. ;)
Posted by: Lance at January 27, 2006 12:27 PM
As a former dog owner, I can attest to the unconditional love and support a pooch is able to give.
I owned a boxer....the best breed alive...but Im obviously prejudice. Rocky was natuallly protective and nothing...and I man nothing would have gotten near my family. Even 2 fine LAPD officers were impressed with his protective skills.
But, he was lovable and really a 4 legged teddy bear.
I miss him greatly....and one day, hopefully, in the not too distant future, a boxer will grace my life again.
Posted by: Lance at January 27, 2006 12:33 PM
"I ask my fellow Seraphic readers: Isn't it great that a FICTION writer does such extensive research?"
In answer to Jake's question, I must ask another question...wasn't this a non-fiction piece? Nonetheless, Robert's extensive research is brave and impressive.
Robert, I held my breath the whole time I was reading this. Thanks for relaying this experience to us.
And, from now on, when someone wants me to make coffee...I'll jump!
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at January 27, 2006 12:37 PM
Lance:
The funny thing is, I'm not a big animal lover. But I was mightily impressed with this program. And when the women have to give up the dogs they have trained for over a year, well, it just breaks their hearts. And I understand the bond perfectly, I'm just too busy being attached to human beings.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 27, 2006 12:43 PM
That was a tense, tense moment... I really thought something was going to happen! Did you witness an actual fight while you were there?
Posted by: Irina at January 27, 2006 01:17 PM
Irina:
Yes, witnessed one fight, on the yard. I was whisked away very quickly. And the fight was ended with admirable efficiency and no bloodshed.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 27, 2006 02:13 PM
Randi:
I'd like some coffee, please, fat free milk, no sugar. No, make that Latte. And I want it NOW!
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 27, 2006 02:37 PM
Shall I drink it for you too?
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at January 27, 2006 02:58 PM
Randi:
No, deliver it to my office, please. Before Shabbos. Thank you so much.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 27, 2006 03:00 PM
Wow. Wow. Wow.
(or for the sake of the pet program: Bow. Wow. Wow.)
Can't wait for the next installment in this captivating story.
Posted by: Pearl at January 28, 2006 10:00 PM
Pearl:
As everyone who reads this blog knows, I'm no bleeding heart liberal. But the Prison Pet Program is wonderful. It keeps the inmates busy doing fine and useful work that provides a real service to people who need it and it might even rehabilitate them just a bit. Emphasis on "might." Glad you're enjoying the series. Woof-woof.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 28, 2006 10:08 PM
Not that anyone cares, but boxers have horrible gas, oy.
Robert, I am enjoying this tale.
Posted by: Jack at January 29, 2006 12:37 AM
Jack:
Thanks so much. I didn't realize when I started it how much I had bottled up inside of me. The short time I spent visiting the women's prison left a huge impression on me.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 29, 2006 12:53 AM
Robert, I absolutely love this series of posts. The writing is visceral and unsentimental.
Posted by: Rochelle at January 29, 2006 08:03 AM
Hi Robert,
Although off topic, I'm sure I'm not the only one wondering this...when does the "10 year old" picture contest begin? I'm looking forward to my new Seraphic Cap.
Can I get you a cappuccino this morning?
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at January 29, 2006 09:03 AM
Rochelle:
Thanks so much. Writing about this experience--Warner Brothers raw is the only way to go.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 29, 2006 09:57 AM
Randi:
The last of the 10-year old pics arrived on Friday. And let it be known that Seraphic Secret readers are not only clever by a-dorable.
Contest to commence once my prison sentence ends--probably by mid week.
I'll have a cafe mocha, straight up, thank you sooooo much.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 29, 2006 10:02 AM
Robert...not surprised that Seraphic readers are a-dorable!...looking forward to more of this series and to the contest.
Your mocha is on the way.
Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at January 29, 2006 10:05 AM
Randi:
Remember, no sugar!
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 29, 2006 10:09 AM
It occurs to me that I may have seen the other end of the Prison Pets program.
We have a young lady in my church, about 15 years old, who has a service dog. This young lady is intelligent, attractive, fun, and equipped with a pair of utterly useless legs, due to severe spina bifida. Her dog appears to be a golden retriever mix and is about the most mellow and well-mannered animal I've encountered. The dog always wears a "Do Not Pet Me -- I'm Working" doggie vest, or I would find it irresistible to try to make friendly with the dog. I settle for letting the young lady tease me instead. (Apparently I need to lose some weight, and get some Grecian Formula.)
I believe this dog may have come out of the prison program. I can try to verify this if y'all are interested.
Posted by: Kent
at January 29, 2006 01:09 PM
What? No requests for coffee cake or biscotti to accompany that cafe mocha?
Is this pet program exclusive to this particular prison you were at, or is it found around the country?
Posted by: Pearl at January 29, 2006 01:10 PM
Kent:
Yes, I would be interested to know if your friend's dog is out of the prison program. Please do let us know. As always, good to hear from you, Kent.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 29, 2006 01:39 PM
Pearl:
I'm gonna pss on the biscotti, thanks. Too many calories for this aging bodies.
The prison pet program has gone nationwide. It started in one prison, was a huge success and spread like prairie fire.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 29, 2006 01:42 PM
BTW, Robert, did you perhaps get yourself a pair of handcuffs when you were doing your research in the prison...? You ALWAYS seem to be chained to your computer, regardless of the time of day. (Okay, Shabbos and Yom Tov, you're on strike!)
Posted by: Pearl at January 29, 2006 01:56 PM
Pearl:
No, steel handcuffs, but they use these these plastic-cuff thingees. Which I use to build my Succah.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 29, 2006 02:37 PM
I'm gonna pss on the biscotti
Were they really that bad. ;) Ok, bad joke and juvenile but it kind of fits the whole prison theme.
Posted by: Jack at January 29, 2006 03:18 PM
Jack:
Whoops. Pass, I meant, pass. I should proof my comment more carefully from now on.
Posted by: Robert Avrech at January 29, 2006 04:12 PM
Robert,
As usual I am riveted and sitting on the edge of my seat and waiting to find out what happens next. You always write with such colorful descriptions that it is as if we were there with you (thankfully not, I don't think I could stomach it, you brave soul!).
The dog training programs are wonderful - I have seen in documentaries that it seems to help prisoners with empathy & to experience unconditional love. If it helps just a few people, it's worth it. I plan on checking out your movie when I can find a copy.
By the way, I had never heard of Sun Tzu and the Art of War - it sounds very cool. I'm curious to know if the U.S. Military studies it. I'd be also curious to know if their statutes can be employed in everday life, like dealing with the DMV(know thy enemy!).
Have a great night :)
Rachel
Posted by: Rachel at January 29, 2006 04:38 PM
Rachel:
I don't know how brave I am, CO Cindy had my back and she was a true warrior.
The pet program is a true Kiddush Hashem. I have met some of the disabled people who have received the dogs, and oh my, are their lives made easier and of course filled with love.
Sun Tzu's "Art of War," though written over 2,000 years ago is still studied in every war college and its principles of diplomacy, strategy and tactics are as relevant now as when written. Yes, CEO's study it.
Every literate person should study it for it can help guide us through the conflicts of every day life. There are no less than four translations out there to choose from. It is a monumental work.
Ariel Sharon knows it by heart.
The other great classic of war literature is "On War" by the Prussian General Von Clausewitz, and it is as important as Sun Tzu's work. They differ on many points, but these two works are probably the only complete philosophies of war ever written for they investigate every aspect of total conflict. These two books will never lose their relevance.
Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at January 29, 2006 07:05 PM
