The industrial complexities and failures in the very basis of common-sense decision making, amplify the controlled chaos of mass incarceration. I’d like to give an example of just one of the most recent additions to the infamous Law and Order tactics and policies now being implemented behind these ancient walls.
Let’s just say, for example, that when I walk out of my 10 x 12 this morning, Lady Luck is not only nowhere in sight, but that bitch is somewhere in rehab. I could possibly avoid the terrorist attack I’m about to be bombed with, but I forget to remind myself I’m below the Mason-Dixon line. My “Ya’alls” and “Fixin’ to’s” are M.I.A. and when this 350 lbs. beast tells me to get out of his seat, I don’t comply. I buck, and let this linebacker know all about himself.
Fair enough, I’ve become accustomed to the steady diarrhea of the mouth, and put up with shit here every day. I’m from Philly, for God’s sake, I have my own arsenal of comebacks and get-rights. But, when it comes to someone bullying and trying to run shit (and I’m not getting paid for it), you got me fucked up. I quickly go from cool, calm and medicated to a crazed angry black woman in an oppressed society. Like an exorcism I explode, and everyone, including me, is mouthing the words “Where the hell did all that come from”?
As I regain consciousness after being trolleyed off to the unit’s infirmary by one of the (same trailer, different park) “nurses”, I realize something is missing. My teeth! After all the caps, crowns and braces, my precious teeth are in Fat Fuck’s fist.
“Boy, you done lost all your teefs. You ain’t gonna have to worry about being out of commissary now,” says Side Show Sally the RN.
I’ll pause here. Though this is not (my) true story, it happens every day here. Do you think America has any idea, or even a slight inclination, of what transpires behind these hidden, forbidden, buried penitentiary complexes? Let me mention here, from both personal experience and a decade of observations, that the lack of basic human compassion by our very captors fuels this deep-seated revenge against the very ones we often must plead with for even the simplest of things, like toilet paper, or a blanket.
Back to the Insanity
Now, with large portions of my teeth missing and the ability to chew junk yarded, I can officially scratch gold teeth off my bucket list. And finally, to the main point of this story-telling. The following is the Texas Department of Criminal Justice’s option for the teethless:
I will be provided a cup with my name on it (oh, and my inmate number).
A pureed liquid diet will be whipped up for me. NOT ONCE! But three times a day. Slop processed for my consumption.
And this here’s what country folk refer to as “Gettin’ fancy”: A meal card that no longer labels me as that old, mundane REGULAR or DIET bullshit (that’s so 1980s). Now, my new card says (almost in Las Vegas lights) LIQUID SERVING ONLY.
No, the state does not provide, in any shape, form or fashion (at your expense or their own), any options to fix your teeth. No dentures, no fixtures, no partials. You, my friend, not only struggle with your S’s, but a constant stream of spit every time you speak.
Now. You must acclimate yourself to the fact that instantaneously you’ve gone from looking decent enough to be picked up hitch-hiking to – Oh, my God – I look like that emaciated guy at the family reunion in West Virginia. Uncle Gummy, I’m so fucking Uncle Gummy now!
Attention Ladies and Gentlemen and gender-bending, 20 categories of fag tags and smoking legal weed at your queer cousin’s wedding … Are you ready for this?
Say I’m 50 now, I’ve been in prison for decades, I have a Duck Dynasty beard, and I decide one night I would look good in some tits. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. All Duck has to do is put a request into Medical for hormones. A few weeks later, Duck’s in the pill window picking up his boobs and excited as a mutherfucker. Six months later, Duck’s wearing a state-provided bra and selling three-minute sessions to anyone who has a few bags of coffee. Better done! Better done!
No teeth, but we got tits for ya! Now ain’t that some shit!
P.S. Happy New Year to everyone! I love and miss you in ways words can not express!