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February 01, 2006

Our Island Home VII

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.


"My ladies will probably try and slip you some letters, ask you to mail them on the outside. Do not do that. It is contraband, you hear me?"
"Yes."
"One or two might try and hug you goodbye, in that hug, there might be an inappropriate touch. Resist the temptation."
"Yes, M'am."

It's my last day as a visitor in the prison. I'm being debriefed by the Warden, a tough, no-nonsense lady who has still managed to retain her femininity--and sense of humor.

"You got what you wanted?"
"Yes, thank you. Can I ask you a question?"
"Ask, I may not answer."
"Your opinion of the Pet Program."
She sighs wearily. "It's fine."
"I sense a 'but' coming."
"Mr. Hollywood, I'm dealing in numbers here, big numbers. I got three thousand four-hundred mis-creants within these walls. In the program, what five, six women. What does that solve?"
"Five, six women?"
She waves her hand as if swatting away a fly. She has no time for singular redemptions, she has a bigger world to wrestle with.
"Was it always like this?"
"Meaning?"
"So many female prisoners?"
"Oh, noooo. When I first started in the system, this prison was a backwater, a few hundred shop-lifters, petty felons, check forgers, disorderly conduct drunkards, your basic sad prostitute junkies."
"And now?"
"Hard-core killers. More like men."
"And that's happened because of?"
"Drugs, gangs. Almost all my ladies are mixed up somehow in the drug trade. Oh, sure, they don't have fathers, there's that too, and they all pick loser troll boyfriends who just beat hell outta them. But it's the drug world that puts 'em over the line."
"Would you legalize drugs?"
"I will not answer that question."
"Fair enough. How about this: would you decriminalize certain classes of drugs?"
The Warden chuckles. "You trying to lose me my po-sition? Move on Mr. Hollywood."
"You have any hope for rehabilitating these women?"
"Get outta my office." She laughs.
As I leave, I suppress an overwhelming urge to salute the Warden.

CO Cindy is waiting for me outside. My baby sitter, as I've come to think of her, walks me across the massive yard, towards the shed where the animals are trained as companion dogs for people with severe physical disabilities.

"You're awfully quiet, Cindy."
She shrugs.
Her helmet of red hair kicks light in the bright morning sun.

Cindy spots an inmate sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette, eyes closed, head tipped back.

"Wait here," she says to me.

Cindy steps over to the inmate.

"You're supposed to be hauling the garbage cans."
"I'm takin' a break."
"Get back to work, skank."
The inmate crushes the cigarette between her fingers, cooly glares at Cindy. This is the first time I've seen Cindy be anything less than respectful towards an inmate.

We continue our walk back to the dog-training shed.

"What was that about?"
"I'm doing my job, Robert, y'got a problem with that?"

Silence all the way to the shed.

The dog training is not going well today. The atmosphere is strained. The inmates, normally giggly and relaxed with the dogs, are impatient as the dogs make mistakes and drop on their bellies, not sure what their beloved masters want from them.

I step outside.

I know exactly what's going on.

"I'm sorry," says Cindy.
I turn around. "It's okay. I understand. I've been here quite a while."
"We got used to you."
"Now I'm leaving."
"You are."
"I have to write the movie."
"Do you know what you're going to write?"
"Partly, I'll discover the rest when I write it."
"Like I know what that means."
"Cindy, I want to thank you for all your help. You've been unbelievable."
"Aw shucks."
"No, really."
"You really wanna thank me?"
"I do."
"Tell me one true thing about yourself."
I look at her long and hard and offer her my core.
"I have been in love with my wife since I was ten-years old."
"What's your wife's name, what's she look like?"
"One question, Cindy. I answered it, right?"
"Right."

Inside, I say goodbye to Eden. I wish her good luck. She does not try and slip me any contraband, does not try to hug me. None of the women do. They all act like perfect ladies. Every single little murderer.

Cindy walks me to the front gate.
"I been thinking," she says.
About what?"
"Doing something else."
"I'm happy. You should."
She holds my gaze.
"Like you said, I'm like this fine sword, right?""
"Right."
She shakes my hand, gives me that shy smile.
"Robert?"
"What?"
She starts to say something, then just shakes her head and mumbles, "Nothing, nothing."

I climb into my rental car and drive away. The last I see of CO Cindy is her image in the rear-view mirror. She waves to me, hitches up her thick leather utility belt and heads back inside prison. Back home.

FADE TO BLACK

For this is

THE END

Posted by Robert J. Avrech at February 1, 2006 08:17 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.

Well done. I particularly enjoyed the exchange with the warden.

Posted by: Jack at February 1, 2006 09:57 AM

Jack:

Thanks so much. She is an extremely impressive and capable woman.

BTW, The actress we cast to play her role in the movie, LaTanya Richardson, Samuel L. Jackson's wife, does an amazing job.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 10:03 AM

"Mr. Hollywood."

How far from the truth -- Mr. Mild-Mannered, Middle-Class Mensch!

I love that response, "I've been in love with my wife since I was ten years old." It's what has helped carry you through, all these years. Pure, unassuming honesty...

Posted by: Pearl at February 1, 2006 10:10 AM

Oh, I meant to add: thank you for showing us a whole other side to your writing. This series was fascinating, truly fascinating.

Posted by: Pearl at February 1, 2006 10:12 AM

Pearl:

Your welcome. Glad you and others have liked this series.

Clearly, you have not seen "Body Double." That's another side of my writing.

Oy.

Sincerely,

Mr. Hollywood

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 10:14 AM

Well, I've seen Body Double...please don't be so defensive about Body Double, Robert...the unfortunate truth about life is what you've just displayed through this prison series. It's not all rainbows and roses. There are dark and seedy sides to life. It's important to know about those sides and what the consequences of that dark behavior can be (like landing yourself in this hell hole you describe)

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 10:21 AM

Oh, by the way, thanks for this great series.
Is it picture contest time?!!!

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 10:22 AM

Randi:

I'm not defensive about "Body Double," I'm just a bit, oh, what's the word? mildly embarrassed by certain scenes, actually many scenes. But still proud.

Glad you enjoyed the series.

And yes, it is picture contest time. Tomorrow. Sharpen your visual skills.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 10:29 AM

I'm puttin' my reading glasses on as we speak!
Looking forward to it!

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 10:31 AM

Randi:

No magnifying glass?

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 10:36 AM

I'm not as old as you, buddy...at least not yet!

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 10:36 AM

Randi:

No, I meant as a Sherlock Holmes ID thingee!

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 10:40 AM

Now, now, *children*. Play nice.

Randi, it's not kind to make fun of your elders.

Robert, "age before beauty" should have some validity here, too.

I am also SO looking forward to the pics you've accumulated. Should be fun!!

Posted by: Pearl at February 1, 2006 10:44 AM

haha...got it!...think I'll grow a beard too...looks more detective-like

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 10:44 AM

Randi, Pearl:

This is the problem with the web, simple, dumb humor gets entirely misunderstood.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 11:05 AM

Hey Robert, I just wrote 2 posts about that very subject...(shameless plug, ooops!)
Pearl...stop trying to ruin my fun (but your right about the age before beauty) LOL

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 11:42 AM

I think I should make it my mission to re-write "Body Double" as a more modest PG movie. In order to do this, I will have to use the "Mama" character from "The Hebrew Kid and the Apache Maiden" and give her a major role in the movie. Here are a few re-written scenes:

Scene 1: Mama comes back to her apartment and finds her young blonde roommate in bed with some guy.

Mama: Oy! I'm so embarrassed! You invite a stranger to our home and right away you're in bed with him? Nu? Where's the meal? Maybe a snack? Not even tea. Nebuch... this is what I get for rooming with a shiksa.

Scene 2: Mama is offered the super-cool house-sitting gig in Hollywood Hills

Frank: This is a pretty sweet deal no?

Mama: Sweet nothing. First I have to schlepp up this street hoping I don't get killed by a mudlslide or some other balagan just to get here every night. Then I see you've got some corva living next door. Vey iz mir, in this town either I live with the whores or I live next to them. Tell her to put some clothes on or this deal is off!

Scene 3: Mama comes to the rescue of the hot female neighbor after her purse is snatched.

Mama: Listen, darling, I don't mean to be nosy, but maybe you wouldn't get mugged so much if you weren't dressed like that all the time. You know, these goniffs may be mostly after money, but they're still interested in a little something more too. Unless they're faigelehs, but that's another story. Anyway, it's a good thing I was able to stop that vantz! Mit mazel I always carry some old kneidlach in my purse. After a few weeks, mamash they're better than bullets.

Scene 4: Mama witnesses a murder next door.

Mama: EYYY!! Oy that woman is niftir for sure. I'm calling the police. I should also call this guy's decorator. Doesn't anyone have curtains in this neighborhood? A little tzinius goes a long way. You know, I think maybe someone is trying to set me up. This I need like a lockhen cup. Oy, where are the cops already? If I wanted to wait for such a golem I could have married brother's business partner. He was nice, but not such a chochem, you know?

Posted by: Jake at February 1, 2006 12:08 PM

Robert, great series! I hope there are others in the hopper! Pull one out for us if you will. The levity on this thread is nice. That series was exhausting to read, I can only imagine the emotional toll researching and writing it. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: Suz at February 1, 2006 12:12 PM

Jake, excellent use of Mama. But you left out something of importance--her kugel! The kneidlach just don't cut it for me, as bullets or no bullets.

Posted by: Pearl at February 1, 2006 12:14 PM

Pearl:

Good point. But I think of Matzoh balls as projectiles more than kugel. You see, we writers need to be REALISTIC. Who ever heard of people throwing kugel to stop a mugger? Now throwing a matzoh ball, that makes more sense!

Posted by: Jake at February 1, 2006 12:20 PM

Jake, that's hysterical!...who will you cast as Mama (maybe Melanie Griffith could play the role, she's played a Jew before in Robert's other movie, right?...she certainly is old enough now...oops did I say that out loud?, sorry)

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 12:26 PM

Depends on whose kugel you're tossing...some *are* as hard as matzoh balls. Some are so burned, that the smell alone might do in the bad guy. And some are prepared with such offbeat fillings, the mugger would want to run the other way: "Ohh, blech, I won't go near a chicken-liver-broccoli kugel with a ten-foot pole!"

Posted by: Pearl at February 1, 2006 12:26 PM

Pearl:

Do you realize our back and forth about kugel v. matzoh is already sounding very much like a Talmudic discourse?

"IF, you say that the purpose is to throw and not so much to subdue, THEN you have to say that matzoh ball makes more sense. BUT R. Pearl of Toronto was known to say: "He that tries to throw matzoh balls just to halt a thief is not aware of the 'stun value' of burnt and overstuffed kugel. As it says in the Braitah: "Vihkugel Yaatzor Hagazlan bih-halicha," (with kugel you will stop the mugger as he runs)."

This is why I could never keep a straight face in Talmud classes.

Posted by: Jake at February 1, 2006 12:35 PM

"Chazak, chazak v'nitchazek."

Okay, Jake, we can close the book on this one and move on to other things.

You're funny...did anyone ever tell you you're funny...oh, I guess I just did. Keep up the good work.

Posted by: Pearl at February 1, 2006 12:38 PM

oh, come on Pearl...you can't leave without translating "Chazak, chazak v'nitchazek."

Posted by: Randi(cruisin-mom) at February 1, 2006 12:44 PM

"Chazak, chazak, v’nitchazek."

Translation: Strengthen us, strengthen us, and we shall become strong.

When a shul is reading the last parsha(chapter) of one of the 5 books of the Torah, we end the reading by the congregants saying "Chazak Chazak
V'nitchazek", followed by the ba'al koreh [Torah reader] saying the same.

Posted by: Pearl at February 1, 2006 01:03 PM

And then we have kugel.

Posted by: Jake at February 1, 2006 01:06 PM

Just wait till Robert gets back here and sees how we've hijacked his blog. I mean, we have our own blogs...and yet we use his soapbox for our stage
or even shtender. (wooden stand used to hold books that you're quoting from or learning from).

Okay, I'm ready for kugel, and kichel, and knaidels...

Posted by: Pearl at February 1, 2006 01:16 PM

Such a shame that's the end... I wonder what happened to all these women.

Posted by: Irina at February 1, 2006 01:19 PM

Irina:

I wish I could tell you. My suspicion, based on their sentences, is that they are still "home."

Glad you enjoyed the series.

I will write more.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 01:27 PM

Suz:

The series was exhausting to write, but no more than it was to live through.

Thanks so much for staying with it.

I will do others, though I do need a bit of a rest right now.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 1, 2006 01:41 PM

Jake,
I loved the matzah-ball/kugel bit. When i was in middle school, i had this rabbi who told us to exchange words from the talmud with ones we use in real life. He figured this would be great because it would help us learn (kinda like the pink elephant). Anyway, pamela anderson was in the news allot that year and she played the rabbis pretty well. Suspensions all around!!!!

Posted by: Simon at February 1, 2006 01:42 PM

I didn't get suspended, (the teachers at Yeshiva of Flatbush gave me much more credit than I deserved), but my closest call came when we were learning the Gemarah about how people who play with dice are not allowed to testify at trials. Just as we were finishing that thought, I led a few of my co-conspirators in a rendition of Kenny Rogers' "The Gambler." The Rabbi was laughing too hard to report us to the principal, (who definitely would NOT have laughed).

Posted by: Jake at February 1, 2006 01:45 PM

But what about Cindy? Do you know what became of her? Did she stay....home?

Posted by: Stacey at February 1, 2006 08:56 PM

Stacey:

Sorry, I don't know what happened to Cindy. I hope she got out.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at February 1, 2006 10:42 PM

I loved this series. Your balance between being "Mr. Hollywood" and a frum Jew is very inspiring. Thanks.

Posted by: an avid reader at February 2, 2006 01:14 AM

Dear Avid Reader:

Thanks so much for the lovely compliment. This delicate balancng act is actually one that plays out every single day in my professional life.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at February 2, 2006 04:22 AM

I feel a bit guilty writing this, but I took some pleasure in seeing the Warden take you to school with her demeanor during your interview and her replies to your questions. Too bad she doesn't maintain a blog...now there's something I'd enjoy reading.

Your urge to salute this good woman was spot on. No moping or wishy-washiness there!

Thanks for the "This Island Home" series, Robert. It was excellent reading.

Posted by: Schlomo at February 2, 2006 04:56 AM

Shlomo:

Believe me, your pleasure in the the manner in which the Warden "took me to school" was not at all exceeded by mine. I admired her enormously and found her responses to be honest and true. She did the best she could in -- Dante's Inferno.

Thanks so much for your kind words.

Posted by: Robert Avrech at February 2, 2006 08:58 AM

Powerful and as always, well written. I too wonder if that CO moved on from there...

Posted by: rabbi neil fleischmann at February 2, 2006 06:30 PM

Rabbi Neil:

We can only hope. Good to hear from you. It's been far too long.

Posted by: Robert J. Avrech at February 2, 2006 07:00 PM

"Strengthen us, strengthen us, and we shall become strong."

No, it's: "Be strong, be strong, and let us be strengthened."

Posted by: kishke at February 12, 2006 08:55 PM

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