بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
So, I’m pretty positive the devils who arrested me were both KKK AND MASONS. I know, I know KKK are supposed to be Christians but Masons (Muslim sons) are the biggest liars in history.
As we came through the fence surrounding the jail, we passed two older Brothers sitting there. I wondered why.
We reached the entrance to the jail. The driver mentioned you have to push the button next to the car for someone to open the gate, but he made no move to push the button!
Then, here comes Uncle Tom, ambling all the way from his post by the fence and HE pushes the button. I was floored (to borrow a word from my Dearest Zawji 😉 ).
Then as if that wasn’t bad enough, the devil had to comment on my poor Brother’s mental slavery condition, to make sure I bore witness to what is still going on down here in Dixie. I was imbibed with embarrassment.
All the Sheriffs, except one male and two females, were Black.
They let me keep my Holy Qur-an, but handcuffed me and forcibly removed my headpiece after I refused to do it myself. Then they held it hostage until I had completely finished the booking process. I was only required to remove it for the mugshot. Christians.
Allah (swt) Has Already Paid Them Back Their Mockery. I tried to reason with them.
“I took the picture. Can I put my headpiece back on?”
“Because you wouldn’t cooperate.”
“You asked me to do something that is completely in opposition to what Allah (God) Prescribed for me to do as a Muslim woman. Of course, I’m not going to go against my religion. I fear Allah ONLY.“
“You’ll get it when I give it to you. If I give it to you.”
We were in a huge auditorium-sized waiting room (Lock-Up) full of men (one white) and they would not allow me to cover my head, as Allah prescribed. I feel sorry for what Allah (God) Has Already done to them.
He (Allah) Has Killed three people for me (that I know of) already!
- My neighbor
- My landlady
- My psychiatrist
Without me even asking!
So, one of my bitch-ass father’s doppels is ( أستغفر الله) threatening to take my headpiece permanently and I’m pacing back and forth trying to keep from losing it. (Bitch) Then one of the Sheriffs tells me to sit down. I said something smart, probably like (“I’ll sit down when I feel like it!” or something like that) and they put me in a holding cell, which was even better, because I could isolate.
Other women, eventually, were put in the cell with me. If they had to use the bathroom, the Sheriffs brought them in there, and left them. Even though there were two other single restrooms right outside the holding cell. That’s where they took me after my bodyscan came out questionable and they acted like I had something under my clothes and had to stripsearch me. I TOLD them why it came out like that, and asked them to just do another one. But Christians………
Then, they did that to this devil. I was mad they let her in there in the first place. But anyway, she went postal when they wouldn’t let her back out. Talking about, “I need my meds!!!!” SMH She started banging her shoe against the glass, but to no avail.
Eventually, she sat down and started thumbing through my Holy Qur-an. Ten years ago I would have snatched it out of her hand, kicked her in the face and called her a Universal Snooping Devil.
But, I’m older, wiser and much calmer now. I even sort of respected her for having the intelligence to even try and read it. None of the Sisters gave it a second look. But, I had to say something!
“You have to wash your hands before you touch that Book.”
She said something, washed her hands and started trying to involve me in a conversation. I wasn’t having it. She was a devil. And I don’t talk to devils.
Eventually, she went back to banging on the window, got turnt up and picked up my Holy Qur-an again.
“Give me my Book,” I didn’t like the way she was holding it.
“How do I know it’s yours?”
“Bitch, Do you not see this fucking headpiece?!?!” I thought.
“Give me my Book.” I said calmly.
“Is your name in it?”
I looked at her stale cheek.
“Hit it” Allah Demanded.
“Give me my Book.” I didn’t want to.
“Prove it’s yours.”
Then I gave her a nice jab to her right cheek.
She immediately started screaming for the deputies, who basically ignored her. Then she paused for a minute, tasting blood. “I’m bleeding!!!! I’m bleeding!!!!!”
I couldn’t believe it. I’ve been in many fights and never has anyone started bleeding. Devils are so weak-boned and stale-faced, just like Our Beloved Messenger, The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad (PBUH) taught us.
I was holding in a laugh as the Sheriffs just walked by ignoring her. By now, she’s wiping blood on the glass. “I’m bleeding!!!” Everyone is paying her absolutely no attention. One of the Sisters laying on the bench, was like, “Will you shut up? I’m trying to get some sleep!” LOL
So then she got even more mad and picked up my Holy Book and slammed it on the ground.
It was on.
I attacked her and eventually the Sheriffs did come in and removed her from the cell. Which is really what both parties wanted in the first place….
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New Orleans’ jail is so laid back compared to L.A. The inmates practically run the shit. I saw women switch dormitories, order the deputies around, and make them wait until they (the inmates) felt like going back in their cells.
When we changed into our prison garb, they just told us to put our clothes in a garment bag and turn it back in to them. They had such cute garments! They were, to borrow a phrase from my crazy neighbor who hates my guts, “Cal-Trans Orange” and came in coveralls, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shorts and pants. Even the sandals matched!
I tried to just put the coveralls on over my garment, but this one wanna be sergeant, peon deputy asked me if I still had on my clothes? How he knew? Your guess is as good as mine. So, I just gave them the dress, but I kept my pants-skirt on. I didn’t mind so much because I had a sweatshirt to cover my arms. I thank Allah!
I am ashamed to even tell you what we have to go through in the City of Angels.
Single file into the huge changing room. Face the wall. “When I say ‘Take off your shirt’ take off your shirt, fold it and put it in the plastic bag on the right side of the table behind you. When I say ‘Take off your pants’ take off your pants….” Until everybody is standing there butt naked. Then, “When I say ‘Put on your panties….'”
Yet another reason when I’m never going back to L.A. That is, unless Zawji pleases. 😉
I’m pretty sure Allah (God) Desires that I go to Harlem next. I’ve been there before tho, and I’ve been trying to get to Atlanta since January, but I’m pretty sure all the cities in the South are basically identical, with New Orleans being the standout.
I’m sayin’. I’ve met people from Birmingham, Mississippi and even ATLANTA, who came here (NOLA), so I’m like, “Why should I go there?”
But Zawji wants me to stay put until after his B-Day. 😀
This Duke Ellington autobio is what made me Know Allah (God) Wants me to go back to Harlem.
He AND Gordon Parks, (whose autobio I put down so I could read the Duke’s) had to go to Harlem twice before they made it. This will be my second time. So, I really have to wait for Zawji. NYE in Times Square would be fresh ta def tho. Word.
Being a CALIFORNIA GIRL, this will be my first time experiencing a real change of seasons also. I can’t wait to bear witness to the Autumn leaves and take an afternoon stroll with my Zawji. #23days 😀 ❤ ❤ ❤
(*I once checked this c.d. out at the library and the librarian asked me if I had returned a certain c.d. and I was like “No, Something Else” 😀 LOL)
Why, when I came home the other day, I couldn’t wait to savour the days catch of a french roll and a quart of whole milk! Only to discover I had left the milk at the place where I had used the computer.
Talk about dejected!
So, I went to the hotel store and was waiting for an opportunity to come up when here comes Head of Security – “Joe Smith: American Negro.”
“Um, excuse me Ma’am. Can you come with me?”
“Do I have a choice?” Really.
He led me through a part of the hotel I had never been and then to “his office” pfffff
I felt an opportunity to break, but thought about it too long.
TRESPASSING AND STEALING
OMW TO JAIL.
I HAD ONLY BEEN OUT FIVE (5) DAYS.
All I could think about was the numerous times the Deputies kept repeating, “And, don’t come back!” when I got released the first time.
Joe Smith: American Negro explained to the police over the phone, the nature of my crimes and please hurry.
I was not looking forward to seeing those Roman Catholic die-hards, who were so happy to see me go the first time, again.
And I really didn’t want to discover my Sweet little Sister who was so preoccupied with her children, but listened intently as I talked about the Messenger (PBUH), was still there.
That would’ve broken my heart. 😥
But there was “Sister Security” in “his office” and just like every other Southern Belle I’ve encountered here in Dixie, she was just as accommodating and convivial as she could be.
She gave me cold water and refreshments and we got to talking and discovered that we have a lot in common as far as traditional values go. She said she really wished she could be there when her 16-year-old son got home from school. And, when he called, she gave him the wisdom of a Sage. I added my two-cents and took it up to the next level.
Eventually, she buttered up Big Poppa Joe and convinced him to let me go after I promised (I really hope I didn’t give my word…) not to return.
You know I did. 😛
I hope I didn’t get you fired, Poppa. I heard you were running around the hotel looking for me. BUT, If I did, Brother, open up your own Security Service and do something for yourself. Tell those devils standing on your neck to kiss your Black you-know-what!
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But back to our story…..
When I got to the dormitory, it looked like the men’s prisons I see on the news. In L.A., every body has a cell. You might have a “cellie” or you may have one all to yourself.
This jail looked like a big bomb shelter. It was made completely out of metal plates and there were bunk beds lined up toward the rear, with some cots between them. The very back wall held five cells for the particularly unruly Sisters. One of them was only seventeen, but she was so out of control that I had to cast my eyes in another direction when they let her out. I had tried to talk to her about the Messenger (PBUH) though and she seemed to listen.
There were lunch tables in the front of the dorm.
I got my mattress and chose a top bunk in the very back. I was right next to one of Neb Love’s (Five-Footaz) Doppels and thought she would be cool to bunk next to, seeing as how she’s Leimert Park folkers. I forgot or didn’t think it would matter that she’s a lesbo.
So, everything was pretty cool at first. (I started to write ‘the first few days’, but I was only there 2 and a half Time goes by at a snail’s pace when you’re incarcerated…) But the second Sister who showed a genuine interest in Islam after I got there, talked to her so meanly (? is that a word? No squiggly red line underneath, so I’ma roll with it.) Anyway, I couldn’t believe it! I have only heard one person speak meaner (Zawji 😉 ) I could not understand, WHY she spoke so harshly toward this Sister EVERY TIME she spoke to her. Neb might not even be paying her any attention and she would say something so cutting to her I almost felt sorry for her, but she had already lost my sympathy when she showed aversion to her salvation – ISLAM.
THEN, one night she (Neb) started banging this beat on the wall and singing some filthy song.
I ignored her and kept reading my Holy Qur-an. But, then this red devil started disrobing and dancing like a stripper. Meanwhile, I’m trying to reason with all the girls on my team not to get caught up in the devil’s wickedness, they’ve been doing that since they were in the caves and they only want us to go to hell with them……
But my efforts to enjoin them to righteousness fell on deaf ears.
Soon, the whole dorm was in an uproar, each girl, challenging her or egging her on. I’m still trying to read my Holy Qur-an and ignore it all.
Neb’s still banging away, THEN, the red devil decides to position her filth RIGHT NEXT TO MY BUNK AND STARTED HUMPING THE FLOOR!!!! I looked down in disgust. She kept it up though and I know she chose that spot just so she could affront and insult me, who was trying to be and show righteousness to my Sisters. (But who had also been, very loudly, calling her a devil all day and the day before 😉 )
I knew I had to do something or the situation would spiral out of any control. More importantly, I had to let her and everybody else in there know that she could not and would not get away with disrespecting the righteous without there being some consequences.
So, I threw my Holy Qur-an at her sinful ass.
She got up and I hopped down. She was ready to fight and everybody else was backing her up.
I was the Lone Voice Crying out in the Wilderness.
But here comes Deputy Jane to rescue me from their murderous machinations.
She took me outside and I was so happy to once again be out among the bees and trees and flowers that I barely heard her excuses.
I went back in victorious because everything was back to normal and apparently, it’s a very, very big deal when the Deputy has to escort you out. 😉 #likeaBOSS
I had a court date the very next day, which was also better than L.A. You might be up in there for two weeks before you ever see a judge. They had me in there 28 days once.
Anyway, to give you an example of how jacked up Louisiana courts are, Our Beloved Messenger (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) wrote about them in MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN IN AMERICA and I just read an article about it in their own newspaper.
So, I was kind of nervous. But, I didn’t go that day because they wouldn’t allow me to bring my Holy Qur-an. I really couldn’t part with it that day and so I refused court.
But Allah is the Best Knower, because I spent all day with the Sisters who were extremely interested in Islam; answering their many inquiries and telling them everything I know that would put them on the Road to Freedom, Justice and Equality, Knowledge of Self, God and our open enemies the devil Caucasians.
But, I did go the next day and just like in L.A., if you plead guilty, you get immediate discharge – no questions asked.
But two Sisters, on two separate occasions told me they had entered a guilty plea with the public defender, but she entered a not guilty plea instead. That’s what happened to the Sister who was worried about her children. She was supposed to be out, but the devil Public Defender changed her plea without her knowledge and entirely in opposition to her original request.
The Judge and his assistant or Court mediator, or whatever she was, could not stand her (the public defender), neither could the inmates.
So, I watched her fill out my paperwork very closely and my guilty plea was entered. “Mrs. Jamillah Washington” was being released. LOL 😉 No fees. No fines. No court dates. First offence, you know…. 😉 😛
But, as the court was wrapping, some of the inmates started voicing their disapproval of the defense. (Oh yeah, before I forget, there’s a microphone where you can actually TALK TO THE JUDGE!!!!!. In L.A., if you even THINK about saying something they (the judges, attorneys, staff, Sheriffs, EVERYBODY) act like you committed murder. So, as soon as I got up there I said this secret Masonic teaching that will get you off EVERY TIME! That’s probably why I got off so easily, with No fees and whatnot. EVERYBODY else had court fees. It was so common that I began to think that that was all they cared about. THE BENJAMINS. “Can you pay today?” “$250 fine” “$60 for 12 months”…. and so on…. Also, the Judge didn’t announce over the mic that I had no fees, like he announced everybody’s fines, the public defender came and whispered it to me.
When you go to court, all you have to do is say…… Nah, I can’t go out like that. 😛
JOIN THE NATION OF ISLAM AND STUDY THE HONOURABLE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD (PEACE BE UPON HIM) ACCEPT YOUR OWN (YOUR OWN GOD – ALLAH, YOUR OWN RELIGION – ISLAM AND YOUR OWN PEOPLE – THE BLACK PEOPLES OF THE PLANET EARTH) AND BE YOURSELF (A RIGHTEOUS MUSLIM) AND IN SHA ALLAH (IF IT PLEASES ALLAH) YOU WILL COME ACROSS THIS MOST VALUABLE TEACHING IN YOUR STUDIES. 😉
Read MESSAGE TO THE BLACKMAN HERE;
OUR SAVIOUR HAS ARRIVED HERE;
THE FALL OF AMERICA HERE;
HOW TO EAT TO LIVE, BOOK ONE HERE;
HOW TO EAT TO LIVE, BOOK TWO HERE;
YOUTUBE ELIJAH MUHAMMAD HERE.
LISTEN TO HIM. NOT WHAT PEOPLE HAD TO SAY ABOUT HIM.
LISTEN TO HIM THEN MAKE YOUR OWN INFORMED OPINION ABOUT HIS DIVINE SUPREME WISDOM TEACHINGS BASED ON YOUR OWN KNOWLEDGE.
GET YOUR LEARN ON. 😀
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So, anyway, some of the inmates start telling the Public Defender, she needs to go home and study some more and whatnot. So, I decided this was the perfect time to confront her about the two Sisters who told me she changed their pleas. She assured me she would never do anything like that. Naive Love Allah said, “Not even if you were convinced it was in her best interest?”
“Oh no,” she said, “I would NEVER do that!”
She sounded so sincere, I almost believed her. The Archdeceiving Devil! So then, I said,
“Well, somebody is lying, and THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER. So, I think it’s you.”
She didn’t say anything after that.
I started to take the LSAT to go to Law School. But I didn’t have any I.D. I was in the process of changing my name and I refused to get an I.D. in my slave name. So, I never took it. But I know I could be a kick-ass lawyer.
I had the study guide with me one day when Hakim (my son) and I were in an American Sign Language (ASL) class. This deaf Brother came in and inquired about the book. I told him I was studying it. He told me it was good because there are a lot of deaf Brothers in the criminal justice system who are as mistreated as any other Blackman in America, but it’s more difficult for them because in addition to a racist defender they have to have an interpreter. So, they kind of have two strikes against them. Most Blackmen only have to deal with a racist lawyer. They have to deal with both a racist lawyer AND a racist interpreter.
Okay, for the sake of my deaf Brothers, I will tell you what to say to the Judge. I love ya’ll. 😉 Just say, “I SEE YOU ARE A TRAVELING MAN.”
That’s all. He won’t say anything to acknowledge that he heard you. But don’t you say anything either. *whispering* It’s supposed to be a secret, remember? He will give you a much lighter sentence, extra time to pay your fine, if you already have one or even dismiss your case. I’ve done it several times. Every time I went back to ask for extra time to pay a fine, the Judge was like, “How much time do you need?” LIKE THAT!
In conclusion, I remember, when I was about 12, telling my mother I wanted to be a Judge when I grew up. She said I would have to be a lawyer first and I was like, “Nah.” LOL
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