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In this powerful, affecting, and unflinching memoir, a daughter looks back on her unconventional childhood with deaf parents in rural Texas while trying to reconcile it to her present lifeone in which her father is serving a twenty-year sentence in a maximum-security prison.
As a child, Kambri Crews wished that shed been born deaf so that she, too, could fully belong to the tight-knit Deaf community that embraced her parents. Her beautiful mother was a saint who would swiftly correct anyones notion that deaf equaled dumb. Her handsome father, on the other hand, was more likely to be found hanging out with the sinners. Strong, gregarious, and hardworking, he managed to turn a wild plot of land into a family homestead complete with running water and electricity. To Kambri, he was Daniel Boone, Frank Lloyd Wright, Ben Franklin, and Elvis Presley all rolled into one.
But if Kambris dad was Superman, then the hearing world was his kryptonite. The isolation that accompanied his deafness unlocked a fierce tempera rage that a teenage Kambri witnessed when he attacked her mother, and that culminated fourteen years later in his conviction for another violent crime.
With a smart mix of brutal honesty and blunt humor, Kambri Crews explores her complicated bond with her fatherwhich begins with adoration, moves to fear, and finally arrives at understandingas she tries to forge a new connection between them while he lives behind bars. Burn Down the Ground is a brilliant portrait of living in two worldsone hearing, the other deaf; one under the laid-back Texas sun, the other within the energetic pulse of New York City; one mired in violence, the other rife with possibilityand heralds the arrival of a captivating new voice.

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Burn Down the Ground is a work of nonfiction Nonetheless some of the names - photo 1
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Burn Down the Ground is a work of nonfiction. Nonetheless, some of the names and personal characteristics of the individuals involved have been changed in order to disguise their identities. Any resulting resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

Copyright 2012 by Workshop Creations LLC

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Villard Books,
an imprint of The Random House Publishing Group,
a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

V ILLARD B OOKS and V ILLARD & V C IRCLED Design are
registered trademarks of Random House, Inc.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Crews, Kambri.
Burn down the ground : a memoir / Kambri Crews.
p. cm.
eISBN: 978-0-345-53220-6
1. Crews, Kambri. 2. Children of deaf parentsBiography.
3. TexasBiography. I. Title.
HQ 759.912.C74 2011
306.874092dc23 [B] 2011040828

www.villard.com

Cover design: Daniel Rembert
Cover photograph: courtesy of the author

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CONTENTS

It doesnt matter who my father was;
it matters who I remember he was.

ANNE SEXTON

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Dear Kambri Thank you so much for the USA Today and for more money in Trust - photo 4

Dear Kambri,

Thank you so much for the USA Today and for more money in Trust Fund. I wish you were rich so you can send more.

I am in solitary for 30 days. What I did was insult the interpreter Mrs. Heath. Called her Bitch Whore after we argued. Anyway I dont care if I stay in cell, and I dont have money for the Commissary anyway.

Will you visit me? Dont forget to sneak a pack of Wrigleys Juicy Fruit from the Free World. Prison rules say dont dress sexy or short skirt. I bet you know how to do it right. Wear big, loose shirt for hiding a Dairy Queen hamburger.

Love, Daddy

Daddy is Theodore R. Crews, Jr., or Inmate #13A46B7 to the Texas Department of Criminal Justice. He lives in Huntsvillea city of thirty-five thousand located sixty-seven miles from Houston on Interstate 45 toward Dallas. Its a nondescript Texas city, known for decent barbecue, Sam Houston State University, and Huntsville Prisonthe former home of Old Sparky, a wooden electric chair handcrafted by inmates that was used to execute 361 men between 1924 and 1964.

The prison is a lot less ominous than I expected. Except for the barbed wire, it reminds me of a school. It is a large, drab institution devoid of any color but with armed guards instead of hall monitors and a warden instead of a principal.

I have never been to a prison before, so as I drive up to the gate my stomach is in knots. An overstuffed officer wearing cowboy boots, a ten-gallon hat, and a white handlebar mustache approaches my car and rattles off orders in a thick Texan drawl.

Pop the hood, open the trunk, and show me your ID.

I fumble with my wallet and hand him my drivers license. He takes a glance and declares with a mischievous glint, New York City? Get a rope!

I let out a nervous laugh but question his judgment. Is it really wise to joke about hangings at a prison famous for executions?

He must figure that a woman in high heels from New York Citywould not be hiding a jumbo pack of gum in the waistband of her neatly pressed Banana Republic slacks. When his metal-detecting wand shrieks where the pack of gum is hidden, he dismisses it. Dont you worry, honey, its just your belt buckle. I am not wearing a belt. Juicy Fruit, however, is wrapped in foil.

I venture into the visiting area, a large open room that resembles a cafeteria with vending machines along the wall. There are two long tables with prisoners lined up on one side and visitors on the other. This is the contact visiting area, available only to immediate family members of inmates. What you see on television, with thick glass separating inmates from their visitors, is a non-contact visit. Those are for convicts on restriction for misbehaving, or non-relatives.

Dad isnt supposed to be allowed to see visitors herehe is serving a punishment of a year in segregation for striking a guardbut the warden is letting us have a contact visit because I traveled so far.

Always one for small talk, I am surprised at how friendly the guards are. I imagined they would be stoic, with close-cropped hair and hands resting on their weapons.

They give me warm smiles and polite nods and say things like Howre you doing today, maam? and Sure is a beautiful day, isnt it? If I just look past their uniforms and guns, we could be anywhere.

I wonder if they know Dad. Will they treat me differently when they see whom Im here to visit? Should I apologize to them in advance?

My father comes out of the caged holding area. I expect to see him wearing a fluorescent orange jumpsuit or bold prison stripes. Instead, hes clad in all white, from the short-sleeved shirt over long johns down to his cotton pants and Chuck Taylors. He looks more like an orderly at a hospital than a hardened criminal.

My delight at seeing Dad quickly turns to shock. The last time I saw him he was perfectly fit, but now he is hunched over, slowly shuffling his feet.

Did he break something? Was he in another fight? Has he just aged? Has it been that long? Yes, it has been that long. Christmas 1997, nine years ago, when he spent the holidays with me and I bought him a VCR for that dilapidated trailer of his.

I glance away and try to pull myself together. I look back and flash the biggest smile I can muster. With extra enthusiasm, I wave I love you in sign language. He weakly waves back but doesnt answer, choosing instead to concentrate on his pained walk.

I have let Dad rot in here alone.

My eyes well up with tears just as my father kicks up his heels and dances a jig. He signs, Ha ha! See what could happen? You should visit me more! Im an old man!

I stand stunned for a second, my mouth literally falling open before I rouse myself to sign with big, sweeping gestures and a huge smile, You J-E-R-K! Dad gives me a hugnot a long one. A guard is standing close, hand ready at my fathers elbow, waiting to lead him to his designated chair across the long wooden table from me.

But the strongest steel bars cant cage charisma. Dad resumes walking with his trademark strutcockiness dripping from every pore.

Theres nothing to cry about. He is totally fine.

I maintain my composure and act like every woman spends Christmas sneaking Juicy Fruit to her father in prison.

BOARS HEAD
19781986
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KINGPIN I tugged on the belt loop of Moms skintight jeans and waited for her - photo 6
KINGPIN

I tugged on the belt loop of Moms skintight jeans, and waited for her to look down and acknowledge me. I wanted money to play Space Invaders in the bowling alley arcade, but she was concentrating on reading the lips of a balding deaf man who had two hooks for hands. Despite having no fingers, he tried to communicate with American Sign Language (ASL), scraping the curved metal claws against each other as if he were giving a Ginsu knife demonstration. My mother was an expert lip reader and kept her eyes focused on his mouth to make sense of the flurried flashes of metal; she bobbed her head up and down to let him know that she understood.

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