In the cafeteria, news of Piper's furlough has spread across LCF and it is not being received well. While in line waiting for her food, the dissent is growing, with Poussey saying in earshot of her, "Man, I tried for six months to get furlough. Clearly, a dead Black mom ain't no competition for a sick, old white granny." While handing her a tray of food, Diaz complains, "You and your man aren't even together no more. What a waste. If I got out, me and Cesar would be fucking all damn day. Sick abuela. *scoffs* The fuck you
Where my whities at?!
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came up with that one?" Uh, Ms. Diaz, you have multiple children. I would hope during any potential furlough, you might consider taking a break from your all day fuck-a-thon to see them possibly? No wonder you were denied.
Growing tired of these remarks, but smart enough not to do anything about it, Piper keeps her mouth shut and joins Nichols, Sister Ingalls, and DeMarco at a table. Nichols points out the obvious, "Christ, Chapman, everybody hates your fucking guts." She impassively replies, "Yeah, what else is new?" Behind her, she receives a clearly intentional shove in the back from Taystee who is walking by, as Poussey starts back in: "Man, people's parents fucking go. Got sick people in here who can't get proper treatment. Chapman ain't go no strife in her life, but bitch gets the red carpet laid out for her." This is not an unfair criticism - not that Piper necessarily deserves it as she was not behind the decision, but as she got the benefit of furlough, I'm not feeling bad for her. Black Cindy reasons, "Bitch probably got down on her knees...took a mouthful of that pink Healy dick." Ewwww! |
At the mention of Healy's genitalia, Piper snaps - loudly slamming her hands down on the table and standing up in front of the other inmates. Oh Lord, here we go. She screams across the room, "Yes, I am white! We have established that. And I got furlough, too. I guess white privilege wins again, and as a speaker for the entire white race, I would like to say I am sorry that you guys got the raw deal, but I love my fucking grandmother. And yeah...yeah, she may be a whitey, too...but she's a fucking person....and she's sick...and she needs me. So, shut the fuck up!" The cafeteria is now silent, and as she turns to sit back down...SPLAT! A massive piece of, what else, pie slams into the back of her head, as Piper gasps in shock. The flinger of said pie: again, who else, but Suzanne Warren, who unapologetically licks the remaining pieces of pie from her fingers, while staring right back at Piper's horrified face. Brava for Piper defending herself, but double brava to Suzanne for having the final say. Suzanne has now thrown pie at both members of Vauseman (*golf claps*).
And you wanna know what this is, ladies?
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This is reverse racis-
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After this public shaming, Piper makes her way into Healy's office and announces, "Mr. Healy, I can't take my furlough. I wanna give it back. There are people here who are way more needy. There are people here whose parents are sick." She should also just admit, "Sir, they threw pie at me and I'm scared. Please take the furlough away and save me from the angry masses." Healy is not happy to hear this and begins a long exposition on how his job basically sucks and no one is ever happy with him. The point of this speech: to inform her that she's not going to take away one of the few times he actually has helped someone in LCF. In an increasingly assertive manner, he tells her, "Chapman, people die, and you don't get that moment back. So, you go and see her and you tell her
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how much you love her, and you tell her how sorry you are for letting her down. You clear your conscience." Surprised by this reaction, she quietly agrees to accept her furlough and on her way out, she lets him know, "That wasn't bad...your counseling. You did a good job." It appears a new understanding has been reached between them - a truce of sorts, and Piper's furlough is back on.
Afterwards in Piper's bunk, she asks Red, "If you had one day on the outside, how would you spend it?" Clearly, she got over how unfair her furlough approval was real quick. Red's answer: check on her store and make sure her pirozhki are being kept at the same level of quality as before. Well, at least, she didn't say she wanted a non-stop sex fest at the exclusion of all others. She tells Piper, "It's in Queens, a quick ride on the N train. Will you go?" When Piper hesitates, she says, "I know you have family business. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important." Piper agrees to do so, but only if there's time. She makes Red teach her how to properly pronounce "pirozhki," and something makes me think she's going to end over by her store during her 48 hours of freedom. Meanwhile, in the hallways, an irritated Officer Bell has dragged a |
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resistant Soso over to the showers. Soso crosses her arms and asserts, "This is not right. You cannot force me to shower. I'm not hurting anybody." Bell replies, "My nose would disagree, and four complaints have been filed. It's in the rules. You shower regularly." Asking a lawyerly question, Soso throws back, "Who determines what's 'regular'?" Uh, Soso, you do realize you're in prison, correct? They force you to squat and bend over naked whenever they choose. You really think they can't make you shower? You weigh about 35 pounds. Literally putting her foot down, Soso steps in front of Bell and declares, "I refuse." Bell lunges at her, but Soso falls to the ground and lays back, stating, "I am demonstrating passive resistance." Without hesitation, Bell and another guard grab her and haul her into the showers, with Bell replying, "We are demonstrating aggressive aggression. Let's go, Pocahontas."
This is because I'm not full Asia, isn't it?
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Absolutely, yes
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Inside the bathroom, Soso looks like a toddler in the middle of a breakdown, still trying to stop the inevitable from happening. Bell is done messing around and she demands, "Off with it, Soso." Seeing she is out of options, a whimpering Soso pulls her long, long shirt/dress up over her head and steps into the stall. When the shower turns on, she stands underneath, crying, as if poo is raining down upon her. Soso, let's get some perspective and pull it together, please.