Prison Is Not Always The Answer
A few months back my fellow authors and I went to speak in Chico, California. In my portion of the speech, I usually talk about my experience with sexual abuse and how it is such an epidemic in the United States. Over dinner, one of the volunteers shared her story of being molested by her father in her teens. She and her mother took her father to court for molesting her. The father got off lightly with a short stint with an ankle bracelet. My friend did not get a chance at an ankle bracelet and remaining home with her children. She was sent to a federal institution in another state because the local prison was too crowded. She slept on the floor in the prison for the first two weeks. I wondered what would have happened in the prison that was overcrowded. Perhaps she would have had to sleep on the floor…in the bathroom.
I digress. Let me tell you the story from the beginning. Let me see if this doesn’t make you ask a question about our prison system and our judicial system. Maybe it won’t. Maybe you will think I love my friend and she should have gone to jail anyways. Let’s find out.
Years ago, I was a co-founder of a maternity company called “The Power of Two”. We were the first company that created a branded maternity line in conjunction with Adidas. Our banker on this project was a woman (whose identity I will change for the purpose of this article) named Rita Fowler. Articulate and smart, Rita was an incredible ally for me. She was the one who always kept me on the straight and narrow, making sure that I didn’t cross the line and handled myself professionally at all times. She always operated with integrity and was a good friend. Having always taken care of herself, physically and mentally, Rita was a beautiful woman. She was not only beautiful on the outside, but the inside too. She was the first to hand me a check for a charity event, and volunteered frequently. A devout Christian, she also spent time with her fellow churchgoers outside of the pews. Rita was a dedicated mom to her daughters, carving out a career for herself in banking so that she could be home after school was dismissed. I admired her conviction, her integrity and her strength.
With our lives focused on our children, over time we lost touch. You know the drill, between homework and sports activities, there is not much time for anything else. I happened to glance at a local paper and saw her name in an article. It was when I read this article that our lives crossed paths again. According to the paper, Rita was going to prison. I was shocked. I couldn’t put together the Woodside mom that I knew with the news of her going to prison. How could that be? I could not find her current phone number so I e-mailed her. I explained how sorry I was that her life had taken such a turn. I asked her if there was anything that I could do to help. She suggested meeting for coffee or going on a hike. We ended up hiking together at the Stanford Dish, a popular local spot to get exercise. As she stood stretching while she waited, I pulled up in my little car. I was struck by how much she looked the same. As we huffed and hiked, (I huffed mostly) I was also struck by how much I still admired her. She was pretty much the same person that I had known. The big difference was that she was in incredible pain and so ashamed to have caused such anguish to her family.
It was right about this time that my first book had come out, called "This Is Not the Life I Ordered”. Co-authored with three other women, it was a book project that came together after ten years in the making. In the book there are stories from over 40 women on topics such as the loss of a child, widowhood and infidelity. At the end of each chapter is a series of exercises you can do to work your way through the life crises. The book was timely for our walk and for Rita’s life. She was facing leaving her two children and a length of time in a federal prison. Yes, this is certainly not the life she ordered!
The three other co-authors and I had met over time and became friends. Deborah Collins Stephens (the true writer amongst us), Jackie Speier, who at that point in time was a California State Senator, TV Personality Jan Yanehiro and I began meeting at each others houses just to talk. Over coffee, baked goods, and sometimes incredible lunches, we would spill our stories and tears and talk through what was happening in our lives. It made a huge difference for all of us. In the book, we had hoped to create a blue print for other women to copy.
I told Rita about our book as we hiked. She went out and bought a copy at the local bookstore that day. Not only did she like it, but she read portions of the book to her daughters who were struggling her imminent departure to prison. Rita was counting on being put in a prison in California, but weeks before her departure, she was told to report out of state. Now not only was she going to prison, but going far away enough so that it would be very difficult for the kids to visit. As her departure loomed, the book became a “guide” for Rita. In fact, based on one of our chapters on Courage, her and her daughters talked about getting “Courage” tattooed on their bikini line. The tattoo would serve as a way to remind them to stay strong when life got too hard without mom. Rita started handing the book out to other friends who were having a hard time in life as well. See, that’s the thing about Rita that I always loved- No matter what her situation was, she always thought about other people. We began to talk and hike frequently and I was hopeful that she would get a judge that could see the whole picture. That was not to be. Her sentence was 15 months in a federal institution, 830 miles away.
I saw Rita that day she left for prison. I can only speak of my own heartbreak as I saw a mom have to say goodbye to her daughters. My spit dissipated as I watched her youngest daughter cling to her as if she would never see her again. I wanted to scream out with rage, “isn’t there some other answer?!” This woman was no threat to society, she wants to change her life, and her prison term is going to end up costing taxpayers a great amount of money. Remember the beginning of this blog? How this woman I met had prosecuted her father and he got less than 6 months with a bracelet while still working? Where is the logic in this?
There is more to come. Next up, I will tell you Rita’s actions and how they ended up putting her in a Federal Penitentiary.
