Big Bubba, a big bellied C.O who makes
an appearance every Tuesday, was banging on my door.
“Take the rag off the vent,” he
said referring to Knots's was cloth drying on the air vent. Requests
like these were repeated to every cell: Get that shit out of the
window. Take that shit off the walls. Take down that clothesline
Big Bubba was a jerk. He was the only C.O to do these inspections.
He'd tell the bubble to turn on everyone's lights in their cell (and
when the bubble turns them on , we can't turn them off) and bangs on
every door.
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Big Bubba called off the names of
people who needed to see the counselor. I was one of them.
“You better have your asses down here
A.S.A.P. No time to get pretty,” Big Bubba shouted so everyone could
hear. He didn't like P.Cs. There's no doubt in my mind he thought of
them as nothing but kiddy diddling perverts. Scum. With the face of a bulldog he was by far the meanest C.O on the block and he HATED
coming here every Tuesday.
“Get down here you nappy headed
fools!” He barked at an inmates.
“THAT'S RACIST,” another inmate
screamed at him. Big Bubba paused.
“No it's no!” And he went on his
way.
A group of us left 10A and walked to
the counselor's office. We waited in a classroom until one person came
out. Lamborghini took the initiative and went in first.
“Of course Princess goes first,” A
C.O said.
“Yeah, faggots go first,” Hank
Hill, and another 10A inmate screamed at Lamborghini. Lam has set all
LGBT people back many years. She loves using the word faggot to
describe gay people and herself.
“I'm the number 1 faggot bitch!”
She'd say or “Yeah, Kareem a faggot.” Whether she's trying to
take back the word or not is debatable but her use of the word only
reinforces it in people. It's why Chris Rock doesn't do his nigga
VS nigger bit anymore. Too many white people think it's ok to
call black people niggers because Chris Rock told them it was OK.
I went into the office and signed my
weekly “I still want to 'voluntarily' be a P.C paper.”
“I have some books coming tomorrow.
Will they be on your desk by Thursday?” I asked the Counselor.
“Yeah, they should,” she said. I'm
going to hold her to it. I took 2 books from her office in the meantime to keep me occupied. Quivers, the memoir of Robin Quivers and
No Country for Old Men. I went back into 10A and everyone was
standing around Dreds discussing Big Bubba.
“There's no need for that hut (cell)
searching shit,” Uncle said, “they supposedly found a shank on
5.”
What that got to do with us,” Florida
asked in his heavy southern accent.
“And that whole nappy shit was fucked
up,” Dreds said. As if his ears were burning Big Bubba walked
through the main door.
“T-Lo, in your cell,” Big Bubba
scream at T-Lo.”
“FUCK YOU!” T-Lo screamed as he
made his way back to his cell.
“Yeah you talk all that shit now,”
Big Bubba snapped, “I'll make sure you're on 24 hour lock up.”
“You ain't gonna do shit!” T-Lo
locked himself in his cell. This made Big Bubba angry.
“Control, alpha 207,” he said into
his walkie. T-Lo's door popped open. We watched.
“Step out of your cell,” Bubba
commanded.
“NO!” T-Lo shouted as he blocked
the door knowing Bubba wanted to come in.
“You're not following an order!”
“Fuck your order!” T-Lo screamed.
He pulled T-Lo out of his cell and T-Lo threw his hands up.
“My hands are up and not touching the
C.O,” he declared to his onlookers “I need a witness that my
hands are up and I am outside my cell.”
Bubba was pissed. T-Lo knew the rules
and his pride was hurt. Hand Bubba been the one to lock T-Lo in and
not T-Lo himself, this wouldn't be happening.
“Control, we have a situation here. I
think we need to search a cell,” Bubba said into his walkie. Like
clockwork, 3 C.Os and the Sergeant came in and up the stairs to T-Lo's
cell. Bubba then took T-Lo and locked him in.
“I don't have time for this,” the Sergeant said, “Don't call me for this bullshit,” he said scolding
Bubba.
“He was already in his cell,” Uncle
said after the Co.Os left, “he just put on that show to boost his
ego.”
“Why'd they put him on lock down
anyway,” W.M, T-Los celly asked.
“He didn't move fast enough for Bubba
when he called him,” Dreds explained.
“Damn shame,” Mikai said shaking
his head, “this is their house and we're just living in it.”
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“Yo, that shit was crazy,” Knots
says as he closes or cell door. It was his signature phrase when
entering the cell. “That's crazy.” He's crazy” or some other
variation of the phrase ending in crazy.
“Can I borrow your radio, “Knots
asked me while I went to medical to get blood drawn. Sure. I've only
been bunked with Knots with Knots for a week but, so far, we get
along. We don't talk unless you count when he comes into the cell
making a comment like “My [football team] is bums” hoping to get
a response out of me.
The borrowing of my radio has gotten
more frequent. And annoying when he began doing what many young black
males do: rap outloud. But he wasn't rapping the songs. It was more moaning the song and throwing a word or 2 in there. It sound like
someone talking in their sleep. Mmmmmmooohmmmmm PASSION !
mmmmmohmmmohm LIKE FASHION !” It's wasn't even subtle It was almost
done in a loud whisper. And if he would have simply hummed, I may
have though him less annoying but no, the sounds were less of a hum
and more moans and groans.
I have to admit, I got a bit jealous of
Mikai today when he talk to knots candidly for quite a while.They
talked way more than we've talked as cellys for the past week. I'm
not surprised though. Knots and Mikai are from that same world. Knots
and I aren't. I'm PBS, he's BET. I'm Pier One, he's Big Lots. I'm
Trader Joe's, he's Dollar General. I'm bougie as hell and he's from
the streets.
