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by Guy Linott
20 May 2013 14 Comments

Plenty of bad things happen in prison, few compare to the horrors of moving...

What’s the worst thing about being moved to a new prison?  Probably the lottery you face on arrival. What’s your new cellmate going to be like?  Will he be a serial killer or an unpredictable psychopath; or will he be some poor lad suffering from some kind of mental illness who really should be in a hospital? And if you’re really unlucky, you could be bunking up with a big bull homosexual on the prowl for fresh meat…Occasionally in prison; homophobia isn’t so much a prejudice as a survival instinct.

When I first heard I was being moved to HMP XXXX, I wasn’t best pleased. At the time, I was only two years in on a life sentence but I’d already heard so many horror stories about this establishment that I just knew prison life was about to get a lot more difficult.  In this grim environment, humanity counts for little because to the prison staff, we really are just cattle: one on, one off and make a note of the numbers in and out.

After a long journey in the jail standard luxury of a ‘sweat box’ (prison transport), I was herded onto a new wing and stopped on the landing outside the door of my new lodgings.

As cellmates go, ‘Joe’ seemed to be OK. But over the years, especially in prison, if there’s one thing I have learned, it’s this: trust no-one.

My ‘friendly warning’ came with the clear message; stay out of it.

Over a couple of days, I settled in and it was shaping up bearable enough; that was until I was approached on the wing by another prisoner who gave me a ‘friendly warning’.

Stay away from Joe, he said, something bad was about to happen to him and it would be better if I made myself scarce while it was occurring.

Moral dilemma time. My predicament was this: First off, I couldn’t sit back and let it happen without giving him at least the chance to get the fuck out of Dodge.

But if I tell the screws, I’m a grass and trust me; to put it delicately, that’s not a good thing. At the same time, my ‘friendly warning’ came with the clear message; stay out of it.

You’ve also got to ask yourself; are you really prepared to start inheriting the enemies of a bloke you just met two days previously?

But I knew I had to warn Joe; I’d already seen too much suffering in my own life to idly watch him suffer. So I told him; go to the screws and ask to be taken off the wing immediately. I tried to reason with him: he would be better off on another wing; even it was the VP (vulnerable prisoners) wing, where the sex offenders were usually housed.

Let’s just say, Joe wasn’t the advice-taking type and about an hour later, four lads came in on top of him in the cell. He was ready for them and a can of tuna in a sock gave him at least a fighting chance.  And to give Joe his due, he put up one hell of a fight. In fact, even after being stabbed in the leg, he came out better. His attackers went away beaten, bruised and black-eyed. It was still unfinished business.

Joe was taken away to healthcare to receive stitches. Now, to my knowledge; the staff has a duty of care and a set of procedures to follow in these kind of incidents. Photos should be taken of the injuries; incident reports need to be filled out and most crucially, for his own safety, the prisoner should always be moved immediately.

For reasons I can’t fathom, none of these things happened and after a brief stint in healthcare, a patched-up but wounded Joe duly arrived back onto the same wing…

Later on that day, I was again approached on the wing by one of Joe’s attackers and the warning was the same; stay away from your cellmate, it’s going to come on top.

Why was I given this warning? I think word had already got around the wing that I was the bona fide victim of a serious criminal justice stitch-up, and I suspect it was probably felt that they should look out for people like me.

Lots of prisoners will tell you that they are innocent. But the prisoners who actually maintain their innocence are few and far between. I am one such prisoner. I don’t consider myself a criminal; far from it, in fact.

Maintaining innocence, I can assure you, doesn’t make for an easy ride from the prison authorities. Not surprising really when progressing through the penal system depends in large part on your acceptance of your crime and punishment.

Whatever about mine, I was pretty certain that Joe’s punishment was imminent if he lingered any longer on the wing. Again, I pleaded with him and again he remained resolute and unmoved.

His face was already starting to change colour and I could see skin literally dripping from his face.

I left the cell reluctantly. My sense of foreboding was broken shortly after by a shrill scream; I’d never heard anything like it. I turned in time to see a filthy junkie walking quickly out of the cell with a flask in his hand.

Joe came crawling out after that. His face was bubbling and sizzling like rashers in a pan. As it turned out, that wasn’t too far from the truth. It was boiling oil that the junkie had thrown in Joe’s face. I heard subsequently that it had been heating in a pot for a half hour; it was so hot, it had melted the flask’s plastic lid-casing when it was being poured in.

Joe was in a tremendous amount of pain and distress, his face was already starting to change colour and I could see skin literally dripping from his face.

I wanted so badly to help him but there was nothing I could do. And all the while this going on, the screws were down the other end of the landing doing their crossword; exactly where they’d been conveniently plotted up when Joe was attacked the first time. Some duty of care.

In return for all that suffering visited on another human being, our ruthless drug-addicted friend earned one lousy gram of gear.

That was the last time I saw Joe; after that, he never returned.

This story was written as an open letter to all the ‘plastic gangsters’ out there on the social networks, bragging about what a holiday camp prison is; like it’s the Thug Life version of a finishing school; like going to prison is a good thing for your bad boy CV. The awkward truth is that if these wannabes had any brains, they probably wouldn’t be inside in the first place.

I am now five years into my life sentence, and I can tell you from bitter experience that prison is not a holiday camp. This was just one of the many incidents I have witnessed over these years and it was never cut out to be the last.”

Guy Linott  is a serving inmate in a high security British prison and continues to maintain his innocence. His work is supplied and edited by The Deptford Croppy (Seán Flynn)

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Keith Wildman 9:03 pm, 28-Feb-2011

Great stuff, more of this please.

Don 9:34 pm, 28-Feb-2011

Jesus this is an incredible story. I actually felt sick when I heard about what happened to the guy. How is it that this story got published? You never hear this type of stuff unless you actually know someone who has done time.

daaan 1:25 am, 1-Mar-2011

yeah, interesting. But how about a proper story on Linott and the reasons hes incarcerated, too? Its kind of a tease not to give this story its due background.

George the Blonde 1:49 am, 1-Mar-2011

Great story. Shit writer tho.

Rachel 6:13 pm, 1-Mar-2011

I wouldn't have said that he's a shit writer.

Angela 11:11 pm, 11-Mar-2011

i've read your story and prison does not sound very nice.And it sounds like there is some innocent people behind bars. Excellent story and your a fantastic writer.

liam 4:15 pm, 13-Mar-2011

what a story hope i dont get jail ever, please more

bridget power 12:54 pm, 14-Mar-2011

excellent story and a brilliant writer....hopefully the story will continue and Linott is able to share more details of his wrongful conviction.

BIG JOEY SOCKS 8:31 pm, 23-Mar-2011

I hope you keep this writing up to give all of us on the outside an insight to real lifes of innocent men and women that are behind bars living it the hard way for things that have not done god bless and thank you Guy

Digital Gigolo 2:38 pm, 4-May-2011

@George the Blonde. You are an idiot.

CraigLondon 6:44 pm, 20-May-2013

Good stuff,takes me back to the 3's @ Chelmsford...only in thought thank God.Those were dark days back then. Cheers though Guy

Stevie B 2:08 pm, 17-Aug-2013

Wild story! Hang in there, brother! We'd like to hear more of your memoirs.

Benny Valhalla 8:53 pm, 26-Aug-2013

Free AKA Guy Linott,Joint Venture should mean you had prior knowledge not you were present when a crimes committed. The System is Corrupt

Eoin31 6:58 pm, 24-Apr-2014

Am I the only one thinking f*** them all. You commit crime you go to jail. What they do to each other while there is not our problem. What about the victims and the guards who are there as a job and have bad things happen to them by people who make the choice to put themselves in a position where they might to go to jail. Again f*** them I hope their all raped and die. Their all bloody 'innocent'.

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