by redclay | Dec 7, 2023 | Visual Arts
December 4, 2023: When our visual arts teacher, Sharmila Karamchandani has a class, we know magic happens. Her art challenges are always creative and meaningful, but even we weren’t prepared for … creating a man cave? Yes, that’s what she asked the artists of the Arlington County Detention Facility Community Readiness Unit (CRU) to imagine. On her Facebook page Sharmila wrote, “…I am always surprised to see the end result what comes out during these sessions…I always leave with so much to think and contemplate about. I feel blessed to be able to do this type of work in the community and let art be the vehicle to create meaningful conversations and hear people out. Each person has so much to offer if we care to listen.”
Top left: This person has always loved this retro design chair, speakers, a carpet where he can pray, a singing bowl and bowl to burn sage during his meditation.
Top right: This person has put colourful lights that drop from the ceiling, a table at the center to sit and play games. A library of books as he loves to read, bean bags to sit on, a big TV and all four corners have speakers for surround sound.
Bottom left: This person drew icons of what would be prominent in his man cave. Definitely music and peace and balance.
Bottom right: This person has a sacred place where he can go pray, meditate. He didn’t want any other distractions. He said he can process better in silence and recharge when there are no distractions.
by redclay | Oct 7, 2023 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Non-fiction, non-fiction
by David Thomas Hawkins
First Place winner, nonfiction, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023
These are clients and friends I have driven in Los Angeles.
Lucy Liu Stevie Wonder
Ashanti Shaquille O’Neal
Tyra Banks K-Ci & JoJo
Halle Berry Mark Cuban
Mary J. Blige Jim Brown
Pattie LaBelle James Brown
Yolanda Adams Babyface
Clayola Brown Jamie Foxx
Dorothy Height Tommy Davidson
Lauren Hill Ronald Isley – Isley Bros.
Betty White R. Kelly
Sheryl Lee Ralph Denzel Washington
Rosario Dawson Judge Mathis
Vivica Fox Don King
Kim Fields Barry White
Lauren Sanchez Tavis Smiley
Debra Lee Bob Johnson
Sheryl Crow Danny Bonaduce
Celia Cruz Clarence Advant
Chaka Khan Chico Debarge
Kim Coles Chris Tucker
Shakira Nate Dogg
Rihanna Chris Brown
Maxine Waters Muhammad Ali
I drive fancy cars and pick up movie stars! Rap Stars, Rockstars, NBA All Stars, MLB, NFL and Stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. Celebrities from all walks of life, from different cultures, races and nationalities. I have driven over a thousand celebrities. I am a limo driver, chauffeur/bodyguard from Los Angeles, California, and I have been doing this work for over 30 years. When I first got this job, I didn’t know I would make a career out of it. I had no idea I would be exposed to the Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous, like Robin Leech said.
Somebody showed me a photo of Halle Berry jumping out of a white limousine dressed in a white Gucci gown on the red carpet giving a kiss on the cheek to the limo driver who had opened her door for her. After looking at that photo, I told myself that is what I want to do! I have been doing it since the day that limo driver/owner hired me on the spot. That was on May 4th, 1992. My first day in LA was two weeks after the Rodney King riots. There were tanks and soldiers still on the streets of LA, mostly in South Central. When I got off that Greyhound bus that morning, I had $300 in my wallet, a backpack with miscellaneous items, hygiene kit and clothes and one suitcase with socks, drawers, tee-shirts and a couple of pairs of Levi’s.
The only plan I had was to get something to eat, check into a cheap motel and call the limo driver that got a kiss on the cheek from Halley Berry at the red carpet. That is George Jones, owner of Ultimate Limos. He owned one white limousine and leased a small office on Crenshaw Boulevard. I took a bus from Downtown LA to his office in Torrance, California. Two hours later, right before noon, I showed up there. After meeting George with a handshake and a smile. He said, “Have a seat, fill out this application and hurry up, I’m getting hungry!” I filled out the top of it, name and date, etc. “Come on man, let’s go get something to eat, you can finish that later!”
We walked outside to the white limo. George said, “Go ahead, jump in the back!” This was my first time in a limo. Black leather seats, one long J seat and all these lights lining the ceiling and a bar stocked with liquor and sodas. I sunk into the black Lincoln leather and felt the cushions and padding just mold with my upper torso. I have never felt so comfortable sitting in a car.
Sitting back there by myself made me feel important, rich, famous—like a celebrity. I felt like a BOSS! I was in control, I was a VIP, I was the GodFather, I was out-of-control, especially when my chauffeur boss hit the control panel and everything in the back of the limo came to life! The stereo system with the bass on blast really set it off and the disco lights sparkling all the colors you could imagine blinking starlights, black leather, music blasting as if I was having my own little party for myself. Welcome to LA. This is how we do it! The boss drove for about 10 minutes and turned into the parking lot of CHURCH’S CHICKEN! You have got to be kidding, I thought to myself.
Steak, shrimp and lobster was on my mind. Bust my bubble, there goes the party! I helped myself to a shot of cognac that was in a crystal decanter housed in the bar area. I poured my drink into a rock glass after pulling out the napkin. Here’s to you, boss! Good health and wealth and to me and my new job as chauffeur/bodyguard for life. I had no idea what God planned for me. Driving all those rich and famous people was beyond my expectations.
After devouring, half a bucket of chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn on the cob, apple pie. The boss had his fill too! He handed me a three-inch stack of business cards and dropped me off. “Yo, call me tomorrow, I might have some work for you,” he said. “Thanks boss,” I said. Back at my cheap hotel, The Cecil Hotel on 7th and Main in downtown LA, they said there were ghosts running around in there, but I never saw one!
I looked out the window of my 4th floor room facing Main Street and saw there was a big parking lot filled with StarWagons and a movie production crew. Security was blocking the driveway. They were two old, retired motorcycle cops with grey mustaches and grey hair and sunglasses. This is the first time I had seen a movie crew in public. I thought of a plan that might work. Maybe they need limousines for the movie? There was only one way to find out, so I got myself together, grabbed those business cards the boss gave me and went over there. I approached the motorcycle cops, who were having a conversation between themselves. I waited for the right time before interrupting them. “Excuse me, today is my first day in LA and I just got hired at a limo company and I was just wondering if it’s possible y’all need any limousines for the movie? Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I’m David Hawkins. I just moved to LA today.” The retired cop said, “Well, David, I know they need some limos for Saturday, I don’t know if they got ‘em yet so let’s call the transportation captain and ask him.” The retired cop got on his walkie-talkie and told the transpo captain about the limo service. Next thing I know a golf cart pulls up and a white guy, longhaired potbelly hippie looking dude said, “Are you the guy with the limo service?” “Yes sir,” I said. He said, “How much for four limos, twelve hours each on Saturday night?” I said, “Hmmmm, let’s call my boss and ask him.” I pulled out my flip phone. I said, “Hey George, how much for four limos this Saturday night? Here, I’ll let you talk to him.” I passed my phone to the transpo captain. They worked out a deal in less than five minutes! “Well, David, you just saved me a bunch of money,” the transpo captain said. He opened his fanny pack, stuffed with cash, and handed me two twenty-dollar bills. “Thank you very much. Hey, what’s the name of the movie? It was Best of the Best Part II. I made it to Hollywood with a deal for four limousines in a movie on my first day in LA. What a blessing that was!
Saturday was a few days away. The boss asked me if I had a black suit. I told him I did not. The next day I went to the Salvation Army on 7th street, a few blocks away from the Greyhound bus station. I bought a black suit for $25—brand new, shirt and tie included. I got my (Biscuits) Stacey Adams at a shoe store on 6th and Spring for $120 no tax the Chinese Lady said. This part of downtown in 1992 was a very undesirable place to be, especially at night. Dope dealers, dope fiends, crackheads and junkies, pimps and prostitutes, gangsters and gangbangers, robbers and jackers, killers and serial killers, criminals and lowlifes and homeless people. All in one melting pot from Spring Street to Alameda Street. I’m not trying to have any of that. The sun had already set and was getting dark faster because of the skyscrapers blocking sunlight. The freaks came out at night, so it was time to take my happy ass to my room before I got into TROUBLE! Not the fun kind either. Every time I get into trouble, I disappear for months, years at a time. Jail or prison, both! I’m a good guy, I just make bad decisions sometimes. The worst decision I ever made in my life would take me 30 minutes to explain.
One week before Christmas 1994 I was working at a white limousine service after being recruited from a Chinese limo service who recruited me from Vogue limo. I had been working at my new job a few days and loved it. The owner, Jerry Hunter, was a biker. He rode his Harley Davidson with long hair, bandana, black leather vest, Levis, a potbelly and beard and mustache. He didn’t look like the owner of a limo service but what does one look like! Anyway, the new boss gave me a gas card and told me I could take the car home. I lived in a new high rise on Bunker Hill, 2555 Grand Avenue. The swankiest apartments on top of the financial district. A twenty-seven-story luxury high rise apartment with a full gym, saunas, an Olympic-size pool, large jacuzzi, barbecue pits and gas heaters all around the fake grass outside on the recreation area. Inside was a huge lounge with flatscreen TV’s, sofas, loveseats, a full kitchen and brown marble-top counters where on Sunday’s, brunch is served with everything you like, pancakes, omelets, scrambled eggs, sausage, turkey and bacon. Just about all the goodies you would find at IHOP buffet style! Free to the residents and their families!
My apartment was on the 8th floor overlooking the Hollywood Hills, Dodger Stadium, Chinatown, Olvera Street, The Music Center, The Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, Anmanson Theater and the New Disney Concert Hall. All set right outside my window. If you looked straight down the huge recreation area was a creation by itself. At night the grounds were lit up. The pool and jacuzzi were also lit up! The view was spectacular.
The lobby floors were marble brown with inlaid gold veins with a security desk and monitors on the right and two elevators, one on the far left and one on the right next to the mailboxes. There were double glass doors to the right that lead to the parking garage and double doors to the left that lead to the restaurant Koo-koo-koo’s Chicken Spot. My favorite was the three-piece chicken meal, corn on the cob, mashed potatoes and gravy, large root beer and sweet potato pie. If I didn’t have that, Chinatown was only a mile away. I have eaten at ten different Chinese restaurants over there and I do have my favorites picked. My favorite dish is fillet of fish with black bean sauce, steamed white rice, hot teapot and orange slices. I also like the fillet of fish with steamed vegetables. I have a short story about how I met Lucy Liu and how we relate to each other—30 pages—to be continued.
I also worked at the biggest black-owned company in Los Angeles called The Jackson Limousine Service from January 1995-August 2008. All Jackson’s clients were celebrities and legends. Some of the most famous people in the world were riding in the backseat of my town car or limo. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I have been a big fan of Stevie Wonder since I was a kid and now, I was pulling up to his recording studio on Western Avenue every week in a stretch limousine to give him and his keyboards a ride to the airport or church or home in Calabasas. His church was Church of God in Christ on Crenshaw Boulevard. Every time Stevie Wonder, Steveland Morris is his real name, called the office he would ask to send me, and the owner would call me into the office, and he would say, “I have a job for you!” I would run to the driver’s quarters in the back of the office and change into my Men in Black suit, black Ray Bans and black Stacey Adams shoes! Mr. Jackson handed me the keys to the white limo and a bottle of champagne and a bucket of ice. I have done this routine thousands of times for every client of Jackson Limousines. Word must have gotten around that Jackson has a new limo driver because the office was calling me three or four times every day to pick up the biggest stars in the universe day and night for many years back-to-back. I eventually moved in because I was in popular demand.
To be continued …?
by redclay | Oct 3, 2023 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Non-fiction, non-fiction
by Angel McNatt
Third Place winner, Nonfiction, Arlington County Detention Facility/Heard/OAR writing contest, October 2023
(handwritten story follows typed story)
Twenty-two years later I remember it like it was yesterday. I was in the shower at the university and the skies were gray. My friend drove from across town, barged in crying hysterically to ask if I was okay. The questions in my eyes and the confusion in my disposition must have given it away. We’ve been hit, the school is being evacuated as a precautionary measure as it continues to escalate. My heart immediately sank. My feelings began to overwhelm me, my mind was unable to process what was being said. The feeling was just so surreal, an outer body experience of sorts. It was like I was drunk in my thoughts, but sober in my spirit. My heart could process what my mind couldn’t. The loss was unimaginable, the grief was unbearable. I’d never lost anyone close before, but, as the damage, the loss and the carnage unfolded, it wasn’t hard to empathize; to feel like that was my brother, my mother, my sister, my father that I had lost. I thought to myself it couldn’t be, is it possible to be exposed to yet another catastrophe that I would see!
Twenty years later evidently lightning can strike twice. If I was a betting woman, I definitely would have rolled the dice. Unfortunately, snake eyes would have been staring back at me as cold as ice. I remember the day that I caught it. It was late November in Texas, and no one knew what it was. I almost never got sick, but I fell violently sick with high fever, body aches and chills. The diagnosis was some type of flu. Four months later revealed the real truth. The Covid Virus! So much loss, more than some will ever live to see in a lifetime. There is no blueprint, there was no cure. Being healthy enough to wait it out, strong enough to recover was the antidote. We started to band together as a nation. When the towers fell—we fell. When the plane hit the ground in Pennsylvania, we all fought. When the Pentagon shook, we all shook! When Covid took my grandmother’s life, it was everyone’s grandmother that went into the hospital alone and died on New Years Eve. Who would make the banana pudding, who would bring the family together?
We overcame it, we persevered and although everyone physically didn’t make it, all of our spirits made it. We survived! The untold stories will continue to live on. New memories will continue to be made and life will continue to reinvent itself. The one thing that never changes, we did and will OVERCOME!
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