About Me
- Name: sandegaye
- Location: Tellico Plains, Tennessee, United States
I am a spiritual being having a physical experience. I love delving into the inner world & learning all I can about why I'm here & where I'm going. My mother, now transitioned to another plane, was a Cherokee shaman. She taught me the meaning of 'Namaste'.. meaning 'I recognize the God in you', and 'Nokomis'.. meaning 'Walk in Beauty', a Navajo term, that tells us to walk in balance with all of earth. My father, also transitioned, was a fun-loving Irishman who taught me the joy of risktaking, traveling, & living life to its fullest. I have hopefully taken the best of their offerings in forming the 'me' I am today. I am the mother of six, grandmother of five, stepmother of 2 more & step-gram for 6 more. My cup is full & running over..;o) My goal is to live 'juicy'!
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Monday, August 08, 2005
Movie Rec
Inside prison, we meet close to a dozen women who are taking a writing course; answering searing questions about their crimes, their feelings, their families. Some look barely out of high school (which they are), some look borderline retarded, some look like they could be movie stars, & others looked whipped out, used up & spit out.
However, getting to know these ladies over the course of a couple of hrs, I began to have the increasing sense of 'there but for the grace of God, go I.' All of us are inbued w/ the passionate sense of anger, sadness, fear, joy, pride. We are all capable of doing great good or tremendous harm. Hopefully, we make the correct choices & end up on this side of the prison bars. But this particular group of women did not.
It shocked me to see what tough sentences some of them received for what seemingly (to me, anyway), were victimless crimes.. drug possession (20 to life!?) But other, babyfaced young girls were in for 25 to life for 2nd degree murder. One beautiful girl had been raped by her boyfriend.. went to confront him days later, to ask for an apology.. he came at her w/ a knife & said he'd do it again. She was in shock.. this had been her best friend & love of her life. Instead of walking away, she shot him.
Another lovely demure blonde.. had been hurt when her husband cheated on her. So she had an affair to pay him back. The new lover became angry when she wanted to break it off. He killed her husband, & she was arrested as an accomplice. She's now serving life w/o possibility of parole. Can you imagine the abject sense of 'knowing' that you are never going to be outside the walls of a prison..
Some of the women were older.. one a revolutionary of the 70's who was responsible for some bombings where people lost their life. She looked like a sweet little activist granny.
The film takes these women's stories, poems & essays & hands them to a group of actresses, Glenn Close, Rosie Perez, Mary Alice, & several others.. They perform the readings as live art.
It is phenomenal.. making you laugh, cry, celebrate life, & regret mistakes. Well worth watching!
Now back to the laundry..
I always feel so, so sorry for women prisoners. Unlike their male counterparts, most of the women in these facilities were victims. They weren't walking down the street and decide (like their male counterparts) to randomly rape, murder, beat, rob, mug, molest, dominate someone. These women were the ones being raped, beat, robbed, mugged, molested, and dominated...and they snapped.
The percentage of women who are in prison because of the men who "love" them in staggering. These poor souls. And the sentences for their achieving their freedom (and yes, often it IS freedom - if these women did not commit the crimes they did, often they, themselves, would be dead) are so incredibly harsh.
Women prisons make my soul ache. They exemplify how much harm can be done to women at the hands of men. They exemplify desperation. God, if that doesn't tug at your heart, I am not sure what will.
Thanks for the review, Sande.
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