Tag Archive | Parole

Good News!

I said in one of my previous posts that despite various people and organisations making clear recommendations regarding what courses I need access to in order to progress, the prison service has ignored them and prevented me accessing any. This hasn’t been helped over the last few years by the actions of a few individuals who seemed determined to make my life a misery. Continue reading

An Idea Whose Time Has Come

When I started writing the first posts for this blog, and when I nearly wasn’t allowed to send them out, I got thinking about what the limits are for prisoners. This is a question which probably means a lot more to those doing long sentences and, as a lifer, it definitely means a lot to me.

I figure that if the parole board aren’t ready to let me go yet, and I have no idea when they will be ready, I only really have two options. I could sit back and wait it out, sleeping my sentence and my life away, or I could take control of my own life and actually do something with it. I could let the restrictions that the prison service puts on me stop me from bettering myself and from helping others, or I could work around (and within) those restrictions to actually do something positive.

At the recent memorial service for Nelson Mandela, Barack Obama said that “Ideas cannot be chained by prison walls” and it has long been said that there is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world; and that is an idea whose time has come. Well, you know what, I’ve had enough of my conscience telling me how much negativity I’m responsible for without creating a bit of positivity to balance it out. I’ve had enough of listening to myself moan about how unfair it is that I’ve spent so long in jail when most of that time could have been used so much more constructively. I’ve had enough of feeling bad for people less fortunate than me and then feeling even worse about not doing anything to help them.

The time has come to do something about it. And I’ve got an idea…

A Man without a Past. A Boy without a Future.

I have just received some bad news which leads me to think that the time has come for me to write a bit about my present situation. To do that, I must go back to the beginning.

I was locked up in 2002, aged just sixteen. At the time of sentencing, there were a number of different psychiatric reports done by several doctors, who all disagreed with each other’s conclusions. Some said I was on the road to developing a mental illness, others said I only had behavioural difficulties, and others said I was absolutely fine. 

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