I hate even thinking about my childhood; there was
nothing good or wonderful about it. My mother is white and was a prostitute who
got pregnant by her pimp (my father) who is black, at 19 years old. I don’t
call her my mom I call her by her first name Pam, because she was never a
mother to me. I can remember as far back as being about 6 years old when we
lived at the palms motel in Portland, Pam was always gone. She left me at that
motel with Joseph (my dad) whom I was terrified of, every day. He seemed as
tall as the ceiling; his skin was always dark and greasy. He walked around with
tiny rollers and a clear plastic shower bag over his head, smoking Newport’s, counting
and recounting money all day long. I remember him saying to me, “lil ol Carmen
girl, one day you gonna be finer than yo momma, and you see all this money I
got ova here? If you use what you got you gonna have it all.” I use to think
about him saying that to me all the time and thinking if I had that money now I
could find my grandmother Ann, Pam's mom, and live with her. Pam told me back
then that my Nana Ann didn’t like black people and that she never wanted to see
me so I got rid of that idea of mine real quick. One night Pam, and Joe end up
going to jail, the police came to room and kicked down the door and found all
Joe’s cocaine and money and arrested them both. I was taken to some sort of
home for a few days until they got in contact with my grandmother Ann, she came
and picked me up and I lived with her over in Vancouver Washington for 3 years till
Pam was released from the Sheridan Federal Correctional Institution, in 1993.
When I seen her standing outside those prison gates that day Grandma and I
drove to pick her up, I asked grandma, “where is Pam? They didn’t let her out
did they; she’s not out there standing with those other women! All I see is two
black ladies and some fat white woman sitting on a big bag of trash.” She
replied, “that fat one sitting right there is your mother Carmen dear,” I
didn’t even recognize her. The once blonde, 5’10…weighing 130 pounds wet Pam,
is now a sandy-dirty blonde and about 230 pounds! She grabbed me and hugged me,
pushed my curly hair out of my face and kissed my forehead, I didn’t know this
woman but she was much better then, the other Pam. After being out for about 6
months Pam found a job and a new apartment. Things went alright for about
another half year. She was terminated from parole early for good behavior and
complying with the Department of Corrections. It wasn’t but a year later Pam
had lost all that weight and started drinking and partying every night. There
was nothing I could do, not even go back and live with Grandma again, she had
fell sick and was living at the Prestige Senior Rehabilitation Center. I was
right back where I had tried for years to forget about being.
Pam went through men like just like she did when she
and Joe were together. Only she didn’t get money like she did back then. She
let her boyfriends, friends move in, all they did was partied and got high. One
night I was in my room laying down, I had just gotten out of the shower and
into bed, it was late and I had school in the morning. Pam had left with her
boyfriend Bill at that time, to go get more beer. I had fallen halfway asleep
when I felt someone climb into my bed. It was dark in there and I couldn’t see…
I rolled over, I thought it was Pam; sometimes she’d get really drunk and would
climb in bed with me reeking of vodka and start trying to play the loving
mother role, but as I turned to see who it was, my mouth and nose were covered
by the strong hand of a man. I tried to scream, kick, bite and scratch, but he
was just too strong! He kneed me in my crouch and put his forearm in my neck,
and told me, “you’d better shut your F’n trap,
ya hear or I will cut your F’n head clean off your shoulders!” he snatched off my pj bottoms and underwear,
then jerked my legs apart and rammed himself inside of me, my body couldn’t
handle all that force and pain at the same time I don’t think, because I stiffened up like a board
and all the breath went out of me for a moment. I couldn’t scream either, it
was like I was paralyzed threw the entire rape. After he finished he told me I
had better not tell my mom or anyone about it or he’d kill me. After he grabbed
all his belongings and left the house I ran a cool shower and just let the
water wash away all the tears and blood. I didn’t tell Pam about it until a
couple years later right before grandma past away. She blamed me and said I
must have like it because I would have come to her when it happened. I just
looked at her and walk away. That’s when my heart was filled with hatred and I
stopped caring about life. When I got to high school, I met Sandita, Von and
Vega we became like sisters and they were all the family I had. High school
became a bore to me after a while, Sandi had already left school because she
got pregnant and I didn’t think life was going to get any better for me by
staying in school, so I dropped out and started dancing my junior year during
summer vacation. My girls Von and Vega however went on and graduated, I’m proud
of them two, the four of us have been through some craziness in life but we’ve
made it through the rough times because we had each other.