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Are We all Hippopotami?
It’s
been a while since I have written /ranted/ blogged / pontificated. Did you miss
me?
This
is the first of two blogs. In this first hotch potch of writings, I promise to
be gentle with you. A sort of easing back into the machinations of my mind, if
you will. The second (out later this week) will let forth like the storms of
Thor in a full-blown rant.
Look
there are no right or wrong answers, here, it is to be food for thought.
Digested and discussed over a cheeky little Martini or an Irn Bru (a far
better option, if you want my opinion).
So,
onto the topic of this post.
I am
new to the world of the soap opera, and purely for research you understand, I
have watched an interesting program over the last few weeks called EastEnders.
Anyone heard of it? It’s ok, if you want to admit it, no-one’s listening (or
probably reading for that matter). The entire premise of this show seems to be
that the world is a rotten place and everyone is up to something “dodgy” and if
we don’t end up in jail then we end up dead, alone, unemployed, the parent of a
child who is a murderer or some equally disastrous fate. What we won’t end up
is happy.
Then
we switch channels and see something called HolyOaks. Same thing, different
accent. Then there is that wonder of Coronation Street; same thing “differenter”
accent. Emmerdale; same thing more sheep! Oh, whatever happened to Benny in
Crossroads?
So
why this trip down the Points of View memory lane?
It
leads me into telling you about the sitting back and watching I have been doing
on Social Media recently. I haven’t posted much of interest latterly and for
that I don’t apologise. It was really a self-imposed exile more than anything
else.
I
have looked at the postings of most across the criminal justice system and my
particular area of in-expertise – that of prisons.
What
I have noticed is the outright condemnation of the state of our prisons by
those who deem themselves to be authoritarians on the subject. Quite rightly
so, I say, the prisons are an absolute mess and the way the country treats my former
cell mates is degrading and inhumane.
I
have watched everyone decry the state of justice in our country, complain that
nothing is getting done and things are only getting worse. To a certain extent
that’s indeed the regrettable case.
However,
(there is always a “however” isn’t there?) I wonder if we, as a nation, enjoy
wallowing in someone else’s quagmire of problems? WE watch these soap operas by
the millions and seem to revel in the desperation of what new fate has fallen
upon the characters since we last caught up with them 24 hours previously? Did
X really kill Y? Did A rip off B? I could go on but I fear I might lose the ever
waning will to live that I have now after watching these programs.
Do
these programs mirror real life, albeit in a rather more fluid motion than we
are accustomed to?
Do
we watch them for escapism? If so, what are we escaping from that makes the
life of a fictional TV character seems more appealing than ours? If they are not more appealing then the
answer must be that we do indeed watch them to “enjoy” their misery.
I
then follow that thought through to those involved in the “Penal Reform”
movement. If (granted it is a huge “if) all was well within our prisons and
everyone was being rehabilitated and everyone that wanted it had their own cell
with a closed off toilet, staffing levels were up to standard, we didn’t jail
people for the most idiotic length of time or reason for that matter… (wow,
long list) what would these people then do?
I
find a lot of people like to moan, myself included, and if there was nothing to
moan about in my chosen subject; would I then move onward to find something new
to decry?
When
something idiotic happens in our prisons, or something catastrophic occurs, we
all reach for the twitter button and shout and scream. “Oh, how stupid” we say.
“When will they listen to us” we cry. “When will they change things” we wonder.
Quick question… who do WE think THEY are? If WE think THEY are politicians then
are We that naïve to believe that THEY will change a thing for the fear of
losing an election?
Over
the last year, I have worked in a number of establishments. I just plod away,
trying to make a small difference in prisoner’s lives. I have witnessed some
sheer and utter idiocy by some staff, governors and above that it would make
your hair stand on end and reach immediately for the TV remote control and tune
into that day’s episode of HolyEastCoronationFarm.
But
I have also witnessed dedication, innovation, empathy, sheer random acts of
kindness from all of those that I berate above. I have read reports of good
work, solid work, work that helps change for the better those that we
incarcerate. But what I don’t witness is the rejoicing of this. You may have a
bad opinion of our jails and of course you are entitled to your opinion. I have fought and continue to fight for your
right for just that. But what I fail to understand is that when something good
comes out in the media about the state of A prison and perhaps that prison’s
dedication to try and change; it is met with a silence so quiet that I can
picture a tumbleweed passing through my screen. Why?
Is
it because we don’t, really want our prisons to improve because if they do then
what can we gripe about? It is an interesting conundrum, isn’t it? I know that
some of those that are reading this are thinking “balderdash” but I ask you to
dig deep down and ask yourself the question.
We
want “reform” but what is “reform?” What
I may deem to be a reformation you will not. Why? Well, because I have a
personal experience that some do not? So, when I ask for the basics to be
changed, you may not understand that. There was much too made of the
announcement this week of prisoners being able to cast votes. Lovely idea,
wonderful. Let the prisoners all vote for; oh, I don’t know, perhaps a
candidate that stands for human rights. Let them cast their vote and go back to
their cell where they can eat their dinner 3 feet from where they defecate.
Excellent idea.
The
only time things will change overall is when the entire populous demands it.
Not just a few thousand of us. Reformation is a long drawn out process that is
driven by politics. Revolution, on the other hand, is not (just saying).
I
moan like the rest of you, I despair with the masses, I pull my hair out so
often when doors are slammed in my face that I am starting to resemble one of
those bald chaps in EastEnders. But, and there is a but, I like to read about
the good things that happen in prison. I care not if it is a prison in which I
have worked or had that door slammed in my face. I just like to hear good
things. Why don’t you?
So,
as I end this little ditty, I ask:
Are
we not all hippopotami that like to wallow in the bog of human disparity? Do we
not need/want/like something to moan about? After all, if we have nothing moan
about, isn’t life then just dandy?
Let’s
do this, can we not celebrate the good things that are going on in our prisons?
Just a little tweet that says “Just heard that HMPXXX is doing this.... good on
them”
As
always just my opinion, I could be completely wrong.
Tickety
Tonk.
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