Ghetto Girls Too. Anthony Whyte

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СКАЧАТЬ trouble and I was just trying to make sure she was straight and that just took all night. Maybe I can go another time or...” Rachel bobbed and weaved in an attempt to get out of the task.

      “The theme, Rachel, is family relationships. You know how we talked the other day about certain things that are going on in your life? Well, I was thinking that maybe, without going into detail, you can give us your unique take on it.”

      “In terms of my family?” Rachel asked feeling that uneasiness in her stomach. She was just not prepared. The conversation with Fatima had been a private discussion. She was unwilling to discuss the death of Coco’s father with anyone right now. Deep in thought, Rachel could hear the counselor’s voice.

      “Just imagine you’re talking to me. You don’t have to share everything and the group will be able to participate in the discussion.”

      “But I’m just not talking to you. I’m talking to every freaking soul in the room.”

      “That’s the idea, girl,” a group member yelled out.

      Rachel Harvey’s slow march to leadership took some time to begin. She eventually made it to the center of the room and stood in the leader’s position. For a minute, she was completely intimidated by the faces gawking back at her.

      What am I gonna say? she pondered. They don’t really wanna hear me. Most times I sit in my seat wondering what we’re gonna have for supper. This is for the birds, she thought. She looked at her audience and they started to clap.

      “Aw c’mon, you’ve got to be kidding me. It really isn’t that serious, people,” Rachel started saying. “What it is is what it is. I am Rachel Harvey and I’m a drug addict. I started using drugs, smoking weed at seventeen. By twenty two, I had two abortions and was pregnant for the third time with my daughter, Coco.” Rachel could feel the tears welling inside. She paused and tilted her head back.

      She did not want to cry but it was happening anyway. Rachel, despite what she had become, held onto an inkling of pride and became defensive whenever she felt she had to explain herself. She could get off crack. All she had to do was stop smoking it.

      Rachel wanted to let the group know that she didn’t need them or anyone else. She stared at their inquiring faces, their eyes prying into her privacy and digging away at her defenses. Testing, everyday they tested her patience. She heard their voices knocking at her conscience.

      “Amen, sister. We all got troubles but there is no trouble too great for God to handle,” a group member encouraged the faltering speaker.

      “Lord knows I’ve tried to be a good mother. I thought I’d found me the right man and we had a good plan. But, I found out years later, after becoming hooked to the monster, crack, that the devil is out there and he also has a plan. A plan to destroy me and my family through drugs. I don’t want drugs to destroy my daughter,” Rachel said and knew right away that she wouldn’t be able to stop the tears. She let them flow.

      “Preach,” a group member shouted.

      “Tell it, girl,” came another voice of support. Rachel gathered herself and continued.

      “My daughter, Coco, means everything to me. Her father, God bless his soul, he passed away recently and my daughter, she doesn’t know. He sent me his guitar and that’s all he left.” Rachel paused to catch her breath. She choked from the tears and someone offered her water. She accepted and downed half the glass.

      “Preach on, sis.”

      “My daughter doesn’t know that her father is dead. You see, I just found out.”

      “When are you gonna tell her?” a group member asked.

      “I’m not sure but it’s gonna be soon,” Rachel answered.

      “What is the problem?” Another member asked.

      “I just wanna wait, that’s all. I don’t know how to say it.”

      “You just got to say the words. Honey, your father is dead. I don’t see what’s so difficult about it?”

      “Maybe you don’t see but I do, okay.”

      “I hear you, sis, but I would’ve told my daughter. If you say you love her as much as you’re standing there reciting. Love is not a word. Love is a feeling and it seems to me that you’re hiding behind that word. That’s all there is to that.”

      Maybe it was the braggadocious attitude but Rachel couldn’t take it. “Well I don’t give a fuck what your fat ass thinks and you best shut your mouth before I come over there and whip that fat ass, bitch. What?”

      “Whatever.”

      “Rachel, Rachel please stop now. Nobody is gonna whip anybody’s ass, alright? Please get that out of your mind right now. Ladies, ladies, quiet please.” The voice of the counselor could be heard bellowing above all others. The argument between Rachel Harvey and the other member had gotten out of hand. Another counselor, Ms. Johnson, was forced to intervene. She had waited hoping for a peaceful resolution but the exchange had been angry. Both parties were on the verge of coming to blows. Rachel Harvey was unrelenting.

      “That’s what y’all people do. Sit around and judge people. Who’s gonna judge y’all? Thinking y’all better than everyone?”

      “Rachel, you’ve got to stop that right now. Stop it, please,” Fatima begged the angry woman. Both women had to be held back by other group members. “Well, ladies, this concludes this evening’s meeting. I guess everyone with the exception of Rachel may return to the dormitory.” The counselor dismissed everyone from the meeting.

      Group members filed out and some commented, “That’s what we need round here, some fire. Shake things up.”

      “Keep your head, ma,” others said has they passed by Rachel. She stood alone her chest heaving with little beads of sweat on her forehead. She crossed her arms and cut her eyes. Her body shook and she shifted weight from side to side. It had not been an easy day for her.

      “What got into you?” Fatima asked pulling her down to sit in one of the armchairs.

      “Nothing, you know me. That bitch, she always wanna start with me. When I was on clean-up duties last week, the bitch gonna approach me like I’m a child. I’m a grown woman, you know what I’m saying? I will not let her speak to me as if I was her child, damn butch bitch.”

      “Alright, you don’t have to berate her. You were doing so well up there. I’d hope that we could continue because by you talking about all the frustrations with trying to raise your child, it seemed like you were getting some sort of strength. Tell me about it,” requested Mrs. Murray.

      “Well, I really was nervous at first but it was getting easier the more I spoke on my issues, me and my daughter, and about how we relate to each other is important. That was what I was getting to before miss big mouth put her two cents in it.” Rachel looked away then back. “See, that’s why I’ve got to leave this place,” Rachel cried. Tears were flowing down the side of her cheeks.

      “You shouldn’t leave this place until you’re ready to,” responded Fatima. There were other groups and residents going by and everyone seemed to take interest. They peeked and stared until the counselor suggested a change of venue.

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