I’m a guest commentator on Vermont Public Radio…and frequently, my commentaries are about the incarcerated women I write-inside with on Thursday nights.
As VPR’s annual commentator luncheon approaches, I had the opportunity to submit a short snippet on the theme, “When Worlds Collide.” I wrote this piece about MG who inspired me one recent writing evening. She’s ‘outside’ now..and I wish her Godspeed. I’ll read this piece at the VPR luncheon on May 19.
This night, my writing circle fans out wider than usual. Twenty-five chairs, arrayed under fluorescent lights, form more of an oval than a circle.
Women of all ages trickle through the steel door. Some are dressed in haphazard sweats and tees; others, put together in cords and clogs. Tonight is “Read-Around Night,” an event for guests ‘outside’ Chittenden Correctional Facility to come ‘inside’ and listen to the writings of these incarcerated women.
The co-mingling of these two diverse worlds often yields something unexpected.
Mimi, as I’ll call her, has been baking in the prison kitchen. Assigned to refreshment duty for the event, this 20-something has prepared mammoth chocolate chip cookies. She enters the room and slips a waxed-paper envelope into my hands. Inside she’s tucked two warm dark chocolate chip cookies, apparently her top-shelf stash. “For your son,” she insists. “Put ‘em away so no one sees ‘em.”
The reading of words begins. Trembling hands clutch bound anthologies as the images and insights contained therein bless listeners’ ears.
Across the circle from Mimi sits her look-alike sister. Earlier in the hallway, I have encouraged ‘Older Sister’ to attend. “Come-on,” I say to her, “be there for your Sis.” Now, Older Sister perches on her seat, her slender frame wracked with anxiety.
Mimi reads in a steady voice: “To be in this world means to suffer,” she begins, “although that suffering is a voyage, and if you learn from it, making yourself stronger and smarter, you become a soldier.” Her words take on new significance. Just that evening, a correctional officer has revealed to me that Mimi’s father got her using drugs as a child.
The Read-Around concludes and dessert is uncovered. Incarcerated women scurry to the spread, groping for cookies. Some stuff their clothes with two, five, too many sweets to count. ..contraband to take back to their units.
Mimi tries to interrupt the madness without success. Her light-blue eyes flash both sadness and rage: “It was a classy night,” she exclaims, “something real and special, but they ruined it acting like typical inmates.” I hear her sense of loss, but am inspired by her yearning for one dignified moment beyond this prison world.
3 thoughts on “when worlds collide”
Wow what an ending. Thank you
My heart goes out to Mimi, and to the others as well. I have seen the same many times. When you don’t get much, every little bit can be used but inside, most of the inmates use such things as currency. Mimi put so much work into the catering side of the event that she feels outraged by the others behaving like children. I do understand both sides, and sympathize with you all. Many times, while inside I felt frustrated by the lack of restraint exhibited by other inmates. But, as one special friend reminded me, their addictions transfer from their illicit substance of choice to what they can control in here, which isn’t much. My applause to you, Sarah and Marybeth, for the work you do with women both inside and out. I benefited from your perseverance as have countless others and hopefully as will many many more. love you guys. MS
“..as one special friend reminded me, their addictions transfer from their illicit substance of choice to what they can control in here, which isn’t much.”
Absolutely, Michele–thank you for this ‘inside’ perspective to fill out my story–much appreciated. Sarah and I so missing writing with you. Prayers and positive energy, beaming your way… Thanks for being in touch. Hugs, MB