16. One of my best friends on the outside was black. On the inside he got stabbed and jumped by a group of Mexicans.
“One of my best friends on the outside was black. On the inside he got stabbed and jumped by a group of Mexicans. I am Native American. I watched it all happen on the yard and wasn’t allowed to help him. Still fucks me up.”
17. My cellie is a 300lb black chick, who proceeds to tell me that her name is Sherry and ‘she don’t fuck with white meat.’
“I was in jail, not prison but whatever. I got arrested on a plethora of charges one evening, bail was set at 150k and no one was posting it any time soon. At the time I had dermal implants, the piercings that are literally implanted in your skin and need to be cut out. The correction officer who did my intake told me I had two options, I could rip them out (not happening) or I could go to lock-back which is 23 hour lockdown, in a very very tiny cell with one cellmate. I opted for the 2nd option. You normally only get put in lock-back if you get into a fight, or you’re in for a serious crime that would likely get you jumped in general population, like child abuse/molestation and stuff like that. I was the rare exception, because the CO was convinced I was going to eventually rip this tiny piece of metal out and ‘use it as a weapon.’ The whole thing was ridiculous.
So this is my first time in jail and I’m pretty terrified. I’m a very tiny, very white girl. The jail was in a very urban area, and I was one of the only white people in there. Whatever, it’s cool though I’m not too worried about it. Then they take me back to my cell. My cellie is a 300lb black chick, who proceeds to tell me that her name is Sherry and ‘she don’t fuck with white meat.’ I didn’t even know what to make of it. So I mind my own business, go and lay down on my top bunk and settle in for the long haul.
Well a few days go by and Sherry and I say little to nothing to each other. But this jail was overcrowded, so one day they come and open our cell and throw a cot down on the floor and bring this other black chick in there with us. This new girl tells me her name is Lakeesha (I have no clue how to even spell that.) And when she asks me my name, Sherry tells her ‘not to talk to the white meat.’ Her and Sherry know each other from the outside, and start talking about why they were there.
So Sherry and Lakeesha start talking about why they were in, and Sherry starts claiming that she’d been set up by the police for killing her own daughter. Like her daughter was stabbed around 20 times but ‘the police did it.’ At this point I realize Sherry is very likely a brutal murderer, and she refers to me as ‘meat.’ Lakeesha eventually gets put back in general population, and I go back to cowering in the top bunk and trying to never make eye contact with Sherry.
This is kind of anticlimactic, but eventually I get out and Sherry stays in. But living in a 5×10 room with someone who very likely is unhinged and a maniacal murderer, who is about 200lbs bigger than you and refers to you as ‘white meat’ for over a month was the most terrifying thing I encountered while I was there.
Oh, and one chick tried to trade me a Snickers bar to fool around with her in the showers and was pretty persistent about it until a CO showed up. That was pretty creepy too, but Sherry takes the cake for the scariest part of the experience.”