Otis Hardy: Stars in the Sky
by David Cecelski. "Listening to History," News & Observer. Published 5/14/2000. Copyrighted.
Reprinted with permission.
When I interviewed Otis Hardy last year, he was the pastry chef and baker at the Executive Mansion in Raleigh. He was also serving two life sentences at the Wake Correctional Center. He had been in prison for the last 17 years. Convicted for armed robbery, "Big O" discovered his genius for baking in a prison job. Together, his baking talents and exemplary behavior led him to the pinnacle of jobs performed by inmates in state government - work at the governor's mansion.
Recently paroled, Hardy hopes that he will one day have the opportunity to work with troubled youths. "There's a lot of young men who don't have any idea what this side of the world looks like, " he told me.
"If a man has never made a mess of his life, I don't believe he can have a message for them. I made a mess, but I got a message."
I suspect that he has a message for us all.
In Otis Hardy's words:
I got arrested in June of 1979. They charged me with six or seven counts of armed robbery. Before I went to prison, they let me talk to my wife. She was crying. I told her that I'd be home in a few years. I really fooled myself into believing that I was going to be home in a few years. They ended up giving me two life sentences. They sent me to Central Prison. The first day, I was eating a meatloaf dinner, and I saw a man get stabbed, get killed. I don't eat meatloaf no more. A week later, on a Sunday, I saw another man get stabbed in the kitchen and killed. I saw a man get robbed. In the course of a month, I'd seen so many things, I say to myself, what in the world have I got myself into? You have to learn quickly how to survive in that environment. Death loomed in there. I had to learn how to survive, how to get along with people, how to keep my mouth shut. It was the devil's den. I learned quickly that you walk lightly among the dead and not trust a living soul. When I came to Central Prison, I discovered that I was empty on the inside, but I looked good from the outside. It's like baking a loaf of bread. If you cook bread from the outside in, the crust will look nice, but the inside will be mushy. That's the same way about life. The transformation has to take part from the inside, then work itself out. All my life I had only been working on the outward appearance. So I had started being enticed. I had gotten involved in criminal activities. I had gotten involved in loose living. My resources dwindled, so I had had to rely on getting money any way I could get it. I was never hooked on drugs: I was hooked on something worse than drugs, and that was being something that I wasn't. I had started robbing. I had stolen some money, and it got good to me. So I stole some more money. So it got better to me. It ended up, I got caught. Believe it or not, when I got caught I was kind of pleased. I was glad it was over with. I was going deeper and deeper and deeper. I had three beautiful children. I had a wonderful wife. And I just destroyed all that. I stayed in Central Prison for four years. Then they sent me to the farm: Odum Farm, in Tillery, North Carolina. Worse than Central Prison. They raise corn, potatoes, cotton, everything in the world. They put me in the fields, then I became the water boy, and eventually I worked in the kitchen. I raised from the fields to the kitchen. I was blessed to go to the kitchen. I was taught how to bake by a man named Billy Rose. A fine man. He taught me how to bake, and from then on I was blessed with a gift, the gift of baking. I never thought I had it before! I found out that in baking, as in anything else, the more you like something, the better a job you're going to do. I love baking. I love putting things together and seeing what happens. I enjoy working with the bare necessities, and I can improvise. It doesn't mean I don't make mistakes - I do. But you learn from your mistakes. I always worked hard, and I worked every day. I stayed at Odum Farm from 1983 to 1992. They moved me to Johnston County. I worked there about 30 days and went to Asheboro. I worked in Asheboro in the kitchen as well as the canteen. Then they moved me to Caswell. Everywhere I go I bake. I could do anything: biscuits, rolls, cake, apple pie, blueberry pie. Nothing extraordinary, nothing gourmet. We served a lot of pudding, a lot of fruit. But I would always make something. One can of fruit will probably cost you $30, and I can make 10 cakes for that! Even state prison officials visiting the camp would always say, "Who made this?" I went to Reidsville, then back to Tillery. One day, they told me, "We got a letter from the governor's mansion. They want you to come and bake for the governor!" That knocked me off my feet! They had heard about my baking skills. I had heard other inmates talk about working up there, but most are yardmen. I was excited. It is more of an honor than words can ever explain to bake for the governor and his family. Sometimes I think it's a dream. I make a dollar a day, and I think it's the best job in the world. I'm the only baker at the governor's mansion. One of my specialties is pecan diamonds. A pecan diamond is like a pecan pie, but with no eggs, made with honey and brown sugar. We cut it into diamond strips. Key lime pie is another specialty. I also make coconut creme pie, banana creme pie, chocolate pie, torte cake. I've come up with many recipes of my own. I have a chocolate cake that is out of this world. We call it "Big O's Chocolate Cake." I make all kinds of yeast breads, white rolls, Italian bread, sourdough bread, any kind of bread. We do everything from scratch. Another of our specialties is biscuits. I only do biscuits on special occasions - good ol' country biscuits! I'll never forget the first day that I went to the governor's mansion: July 1st, 1996. When I got in the car to ride up there, I rode in the front seat. I hadn't rode in a car in 15 years! In the front seat of a car! With no shackles! All I've been doing all these years is walking around in shackles! Every time I go out that gate, I'm handcuffed and shackled. If I go to the dentist, I'm shackled. That day I walked out of that gate at 4 or 5 o'clock in the morning, with no shackles on, and I saw stars in the sky. That was the most momentous time in my life, the greatest thing that ever happened to me.
14 May 2000 | Cecelski, David S.