[…in which we begin what hopefully will become a regular series of vignettes serving to illustrate why we do what we do. This 1st vignette is courtesy of the illustrious Velva Hampson, Senior Librarian, CSATF/SP Corcoran].
A ‘WHY’ FOR THE DAY
“Iâm doing inmate book clubs, and they are a lot of work. Hereâs one insight from level 2 GP that makes it all worth the effort.
When discussing Jeannette Wallsâ fatherâs strengths and weaknesses as described in The Glass Castle, one inmate said: âHe was there. Every time I talk to my kids on the phone, my son says: âYou being here is more important than anything you thought you needed to do that got you incarcerated.ââ
For the record, the fathers in the group were the ones who couldnât be judgmental about the parents in that book, because they kept having to compare that to their example of being incarcerated for a large part of their childrenâs lives.”
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Which puts me in mind of part of a much earlier post on Bill Cosby’s book Come On, People! On the Path From Victims to Victors:
âAs long as fathers keep going to jail, kids will turn to the streets,” Abdul concludes. “Why? Because the fatherâs not there to watch TV with his kids, the fatherâs not there to listen to rap music with his kids, the fatherâs not there to teach the kids why the âN-word’ is degrading and hateful and hurtful. Kids miss that male guidance. Nothing can replace that.â
And a Child Shall Lead Them
Now Miguel sits up and raises his hand. All of 23 years old, Miguel grew up in Bostonâs south end knowing poverty, racism, crime, a one-parent family, and street life. Since coming to prison, Miguel has turned himself around, parlaying his thug existence for a Boston University degree. But right now, Abdul has lit a fire under him and he cannot sit still.
âIâve been listening to people here, especially the OGâs, and I gotta say something to them. Here you sit, your second and third prison terms, a lot of you. Exactly who is raising your children? You talk about how important it is to be there for them, but youâre talking about it while you sit in jail.â
Gregg says, âHold up, young brother. You donât know all the facts. Donât go judging what you donât know.â
Miguel continues. âYouâre here, not thereâ right or wrong?â
âThatâs not the whole story,â Gregg shouts back.
âRight or wrong?â
Gregg sighs and turns his head.
âKids need that male guidance, âMiguel continues. âThey need limits, discipline. They need you at their bedside for that hug and good-night kiss, they need you for answers when life gets too hard, they need you to keep them from running to the streets. They donât need your jailhouse letters, or copies of your program certificates, or promises over the phone. They need a father, and they need him there, not here. I never knew my father. I know what Iâm talking about. I ran to the street because there was no man in my way to say âNo.â Now âcause my father wasnât there, here I am sittinâ in jail with you.â
âYou were the one who chose the street over your mother and family,â Gregg says. âNobody shoved you out the door; you went willingly. Shoulder some of that blame, little man. You didnât suddenly just wake up in a cell not knowing how you got here. You chose this.â
âDefinitely. All my friends were doinâ it, so I wanted it, too. But if Pops had been around, maybe I wouldnât have followed the crowd so easily. You only know what you see. When everyoneâs doing it, how can you know itâs wrong?â
Come On, Convicts: On the Cosby Path From Prisoners to Citizens