calls (forgive the pun) of âHere puss, pussâ or blokes making meowing noises. While I felt sorry for the bloke, it was very funny in an environment where there was not a lot of levity.
One poor Marlborough prisoner was the subject of a supposed prank by four prison officers. The so-called prank came about when the officers concerned told the prisoner that it was his turn to leave the jail with the screws to get the doughnuts for the unit that week. To show you how gullible this young man was, no doughnuts are brought in from the outside, ever, for any prisoner. That clearly didnât cross his mind, and he didnât have the mental capacity to intellectualise the fact that there were no doughnuts, ever. He fell for it and was very excited at the prospect of going outside the prison to buy a treat for the unit.
The officers told the prisoner that, before he could go out, however, he had to participate in a security drill, which involved him inserting up his bum a sausage from the kitchen wrapped in a bit of glad wrap. He would then see if he could get through the security at the front door to go outside the jail and purchase the doughnuts without the staff at the front gate discovering the âcontrabandâ. What followed was that the prisoner stuck the sausage into his anus and went with the officers to the front gate, where he was immediately strip searched. As happens in a strip search, once you are naked you are ordered to turn around and bend over and part your cheeks (about as demeaning as it gets) â âsmile for the Governorâ, as itâs called â and lo and behold there was the end of the sausage sticking out of this kidâs bottom.
Apparently this preying on a gullible young person by precisely those employed to protect him was a source of great hilarity. A photograph was taken of the sausage in situ and the young man was allegedly threatened with being charged with trying to remove an item from the jail. Needless to say, as he had failed the bogus security drill, there were no doughnuts for little Johnny and he was sent back to his unit. All the screws thought this was a huge joke and this story got around the jail very quickly.
This would not have gone any further had the young fellow not casually mentioned to his parents on his next visit that he had failed a security drill during the week and hadnât got any doughnuts. Once the parents heard this all hell broke loose and the senior supervising officer involved, Mr (he always insisted on being addressed as âMrâ) Trevor Spearman, endeavoured to cover up the whole incident on behalf of the other three officers. (By the way, I was always taught that respect is something that is earned, not demanded. So much for MR Spearman!) All four officers concerned were stood down and there was an investigation.
The wash-up of this so-called âSausagegateâ was that the young man has now, I understand, received a substantial payout by the prison and the officers were all sacked. Can anybody therefore explain to me how, when I was at Melbourne Airport recently, I spotted Trevor Spearman checking hand luggage and clothing at the departure gate? Believe it or not, Mr Spearman is still working in the security industry, actually X-raying your luggage, coats, shoes, etc. before you board a plane to depart Melbourne. How does Trevor (Mr no more!) have a job in the security industry after being dismissed for being prepared to cover up the incident? I suppose itâs because there are very few sausages exported from the passenger terminal at Melbourne Airport!
What amazes me more is the fact that this young man was taken from his unit without any proper paperwork. He was taken to the front door of the jail without any paperwork at all, and was then submitted to this unnecessary humiliation by officers, all supposedly in the name of a bit of fun. The preying on the weak by an officer who is trained to know better is
One poor Marlborough prisoner was the subject of a supposed prank by four prison officers. The so-called prank came about when the officers concerned told the prisoner that it was his turn to leave the jail with the screws to get the doughnuts for the unit that week. To show you how gullible this young man was, no doughnuts are brought in from the outside, ever, for any prisoner. That clearly didnât cross his mind, and he didnât have the mental capacity to intellectualise the fact that there were no doughnuts, ever. He fell for it and was very excited at the prospect of going outside the prison to buy a treat for the unit.
The officers told the prisoner that, before he could go out, however, he had to participate in a security drill, which involved him inserting up his bum a sausage from the kitchen wrapped in a bit of glad wrap. He would then see if he could get through the security at the front door to go outside the jail and purchase the doughnuts without the staff at the front gate discovering the âcontrabandâ. What followed was that the prisoner stuck the sausage into his anus and went with the officers to the front gate, where he was immediately strip searched. As happens in a strip search, once you are naked you are ordered to turn around and bend over and part your cheeks (about as demeaning as it gets) â âsmile for the Governorâ, as itâs called â and lo and behold there was the end of the sausage sticking out of this kidâs bottom.
Apparently this preying on a gullible young person by precisely those employed to protect him was a source of great hilarity. A photograph was taken of the sausage in situ and the young man was allegedly threatened with being charged with trying to remove an item from the jail. Needless to say, as he had failed the bogus security drill, there were no doughnuts for little Johnny and he was sent back to his unit. All the screws thought this was a huge joke and this story got around the jail very quickly.
This would not have gone any further had the young fellow not casually mentioned to his parents on his next visit that he had failed a security drill during the week and hadnât got any doughnuts. Once the parents heard this all hell broke loose and the senior supervising officer involved, Mr (he always insisted on being addressed as âMrâ) Trevor Spearman, endeavoured to cover up the whole incident on behalf of the other three officers. (By the way, I was always taught that respect is something that is earned, not demanded. So much for MR Spearman!) All four officers concerned were stood down and there was an investigation.
The wash-up of this so-called âSausagegateâ was that the young man has now, I understand, received a substantial payout by the prison and the officers were all sacked. Can anybody therefore explain to me how, when I was at Melbourne Airport recently, I spotted Trevor Spearman checking hand luggage and clothing at the departure gate? Believe it or not, Mr Spearman is still working in the security industry, actually X-raying your luggage, coats, shoes, etc. before you board a plane to depart Melbourne. How does Trevor (Mr no more!) have a job in the security industry after being dismissed for being prepared to cover up the incident? I suppose itâs because there are very few sausages exported from the passenger terminal at Melbourne Airport!
What amazes me more is the fact that this young man was taken from his unit without any proper paperwork. He was taken to the front door of the jail without any paperwork at all, and was then submitted to this unnecessary humiliation by officers, all supposedly in the name of a bit of fun. The preying on the weak by an officer who is trained to know better is
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