Queen Mother
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Born into a family of 17 siblings, a large family was all that I knew. I grew up in the cotton fields of Mississippi. When I started my family, I finished with 13 children. I truly am a QUEEN MOTHER.
One thing that comes with a large family is a lot of love and not enough money. At the age of 12 years old, I knew I wanted lots
Dorothy Woods
Dorothy Woods earned her degree in sociology and has been a minister for nineteen years as well as the president of an Outreach. She has owned her own business and has published her autobiography, The Welfare Queen. The author loves to write and currently resides in California.
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Queen Mother - Dorothy Woods
Queen Mother
Copyright © 2023 by Dorothy Woods
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Contents
New Beginnings
My Personal Calvary
Life in Prison
The Devil’s Work
Answered Prayer
Picking Up The Pieces
Entrapment
Starting Over Again
Family Reunification
Chapter 1
New Beginnings
Digging my feet into the unknown depths of the warm Jamaican sand, I stared at my feet, watching the white granules filter between my toes. Not seeing, but lost in my thoughts. My time had finall y arrived.
Two escorts; one female and one male officer, shielded me from the front. The other escort followed me from the back as we exited the airplane onto the tarmac. If the electrical excitement in the air could be measured in physical terms, it would have to be a runaway heartbeat, ready to burst my chest.
Quickly surveying my surroundings, I made a mental note of the various travellers, scurrying to their next destination or rushing into the arms of their loved ones, all of them getting on with their lives.
Following the procession of people, accompanied by my escorts, we started toward the escalators at the far end of the terminal. The sudden flashes of light broke into the tranquillity of our stroll. As the raging sea of reporters converged on me and my plain-clothed escorts, I was blinded by the non-stop flashing lights, as the reporter’s strobe continued to pop like fireworks on the fourth of July.
Microphones pushed into my face, rapid fire demands started coming in the form of questions.
Did you think you’d get away with it?
No comments!
How many kids did you claim?
No comments!
The human surge of reporters and the mass of electronic equipment, microphones and television cameras, encumbered our confident stride into an immobile state.
Methodically weaving our way through the media paparazzi, we stepped onto the down escalator toward the main doors of Los Angeles International Airport; overzealous reporters enjoying the chase.
How much money did you get?
No comments!
Did you believe that you would be caught?
No comments!
Spilling onto the ground level, the main doors loomed ahead. An escape from the curious public and from the swelling ocean of reporters. My demeanour, always composed, well-practiced smile and gracious manner, clothed my being.
Who is she?
Do you recognize her?
Our snail’s pace continued. Was I really that news worthy? The unmarked vehicle parked at the curb was in my sight.
Let us through!
Excuse us. Move out of the way!
were the commands of my escorts.
Never relenting in their pursuit, the mass surrounded the awaiting car. Sitting my small frame on the back seat, I felt the beating of my heart. Settling into a normal rhythm, breathing became easier. Breathing through my nose… exhaling through my mouth.
The swarm surrounded the car like angry bees attracted to the sweet nectar of a flower in bloom.
Edging the car into the flow of airport traffic away from the disbanding mass, we began our mid-day travel into downtown Los Angeles. As if we were escaping, the now mobile swarm of reporters began to flee the scene, hitching rides in awaiting network vehicles in hot pursuit.
So this is what authorities would dub a box office success. Well staged. Well executed. The media taking the bait were anxiously awaiting the Queens
court house arrival. Carnage and commotion created utter mayhem in the court house and court room, the noise echoing in the hallways.
Descending into the dark bowels of the underground park garage, the blackness and silence enveloped us. Tires screeching on turns brought me out of the depths of my thoughts.
Assisted from the comfort and security of the car, I was escorted into a small waiting room that would be my access into the court room. Sitting on a wooden straight back chair, I was tethered to the chair with handcuffs, one cuff on my left wrist, one to the chair, waiting… and waiting.
The bailiff released my stainless tether to the chair, he led me into the pandemonium in the hallway. Another tidal of anxious media. Questions. Flashing bulbs. Microphones. No comments!
The interior court room was tranquil, the Judge in command silencing the court room with his stare. Media vultures were seated through-out the viewing galley. Handing on my every movement and word being directed up the centre aisle, all eyes were on me. I surveyed the spectators. My gaze came to rest on my husband, Billy, stoically sitting on the bench opposite me, flanked with two attorneys.
Dumbfounded by his non-responsive manner towards me, I was seated next to my counsel, another ring in the ongoing-circus. The grand finale.
State of California Versus Dorothy Woods and Billy Woods,
announced the clerk.
Announcing the charges, the clerk asked how I pled.
Not guilty!
I replied as my attorney nodded.
Quarter of a million dollars was my bail; Billy’s only ten thousand dollars.
Knowing that a blanket lien had been placed on all assets, the prospect of my bail was non-existent. An acquaintance fronted his home; Billy was released two hours later.
My moment in the judicial spotlight was short lived. Photographers and media personal scrambled toward the court room exits, waiting for the opportunity to interview and shoot footage of the Welfare Queen.
Knowing that photographs were prohibited in the court room, a bottleneck was created at the exit. The bailiff rushing and shoving through the crowd, bodies pressing in on all sides. The noise level rising in frequent pitches. Inside the confines of safety in the holding room, I was again tethered to the chair.
Having no concept of time, what felt like hours, but in reality, only minutes ticked by as I was moved into a large holding cell. Looking through the open bars were steel benches lining the cell. Women crammed the benches, sitting and lying down, sleeping, and some simply sitting and contemplating their own demise.
A flurry of activity brought us to our feet; five or six uniformed officers appeared outside the cell. Without the restraints of handcuffs, we were all moved down a hallway that led to the parking garage. An olive drab green school bus was our transportation to Sybil Brand Institution (SBI) in another location within the Los Angeles Metropolitan area.
Forming a single line, we each entered the bus. As I climbed the steps to the bus, I came face to face with two cages, each with two benches housing violent offenders, murderers, and kidnappers; that type of person. The bus was filled from the back; first in, last off. Not knowing that new fish
were to remain on the bus, I was in the middle of the incoming line. A new fish is a new inmate, not schooled yet in the rules and regulations of jail protocol.
Within a half hour, we arrived at SBI, where the driver announced that everyone was to get off the bus, the exception being all new fish
. Realizing I was new fish,
I felt