Yesterday I received the first note from my jailed deaf dad since last May. He's been busy, I guess. It was a Hallmark Christmas card. The front read, "God made all the nights and days and all the world to sing His praise." The inside read, "The very sweetest song on earth once brought the news of Jesus' birth – And as we sing His praise today, may you be blessed in every way." Then my dad wrote a warm and fuzzy Christmas note in his "deaf speak" handwriting that included this sentence, "I had been solitary confinement four times since April for fighting with niggers cause me mad because stealings – all offenders are haters, thief, jealous, etc."
Seven months is an awful long time without word from your dad, be he jailed or not. In this case, no news isn't necessarily good news. Luckily the warden's assistant is very kind to me when I call to check on his status. "He's still alive, not in solitary and hasn't had any fights in a couple of weeks." What more can a girl ask for for Christmas?
At the time of this note, he had just marked his first full year in prison. Obviously the last 12 months were an adjustment spent establishing his pecking order amongst the other inmates.
Thankfully Dad writes more often these days and with less vehement anger and racism -- his commands have not lessened. Please note the card was a Hallmark so despite the lengthy delay in writing and the hateful, demanding message inside, he did care enough to send the very best.