their $100, particularly around New Yearâs eve.
The big ticket item, of course, is drugs. Drugs are trafficked within the jail not only by crooks but by officers. Yet again it surprises me the lengths that the authorities go to, and by this I mean the Office of Corrections generally, to hush up these misdemeanours. The obvious reason for the hush-up is that it reflects badly on the system, as it should.
In my previous book I talked about fellow inmates trying to sell me drugs, and prison officers attempted to as well. In Port Phillip it is on for young and old, itâs every man for himself in the drug trafficking department! As it turns out, both the prison officers who tried to sell me drugs have been charged with trafficking and have been dismissed from the prison service. How long had the trafficking been going on? The answer is: quite some time. It was common knowledge that these officers were selling drugs, and if that was the case, and all the prisoners knew, how come it took the authorities so long to wake up to it?
The first time I was offered drugs by an officer was when I was walking back from the gymnasium one day while I was in Sirius East. Because I was in maximum protection I could not go anywhere through the main part of the jail without being escorted by an officer. There were just the two of us and we were chatting away about football and he said to me, âAre you right for everything? âYeah, Iâm pretty right.â He said, âWell, are you right for everything ?â with the emphasis on âeverythingâ. I looked at him and said, âWhat do you mean?â He said, âDo you need any drugs?â He was as blatant as that and I thought it was a setup. In any event I was well and truly clean of drugs by then and, as now, and I wanted nothing to do with them. Even so, he said if I changed my mind he could easily get me some cocaine. He told me it would be $4,000 for half an ounce or $600 for a gram. He was quite specific about the type of drug and the amounts and the cost. I declined his kind offer and nothing further was said about.
Another prison officer at Port Phillip was charged too. She and I had had a similar conversation one day when I was being escorted to the gym. I was not the only prisoner this happened to; it happened regularly.
While on the subject of the gym and prison officers, what about the prisoner who was having sex with a female gym guard? The shit hit the fan well and truly, the crook being shipped off to the slot and the screw getting the heave-ho. This was not an isolated incident. Another bloke, Joe, with whom I had been in Sirius East was moved out of protection to a medium security prison and, hey presto, started horizontal folk dancing with one of the female staff, the inevitable result being that young Joe was sent back to Port Phillip for a cold shower or two!
One officer at Fulham suicided in the prison car park after he had been found in possession of child pornography.
It was blindingly obvious that the gymnasium was the handover point. I have seen packages change hands there that were obviously drugs because of the size of the package and the way in which it was slipped from one hand to the next. Easy to miss, but equally easy to spot if you know what you are looking for. With my history of drug abuse and the clandestine nature of the drug industry, it was apparent to me what was happening. Once a crook had scored he would head for the toilet and âbootâ the drugs (stick them up his bum) and then head back to the unit where it was party time!
Itâs interesting that, since I raised the issue, in my last book, of officers selling drugs and of drugs in jail, not one person has come out and said that I am lying. I find that an extraordinary acceptance of guilt by omission. Have these officers been dealt with by the courts, and what penalty was imposed, if any? Have you seen a result published in the media? I
The big ticket item, of course, is drugs. Drugs are trafficked within the jail not only by crooks but by officers. Yet again it surprises me the lengths that the authorities go to, and by this I mean the Office of Corrections generally, to hush up these misdemeanours. The obvious reason for the hush-up is that it reflects badly on the system, as it should.
In my previous book I talked about fellow inmates trying to sell me drugs, and prison officers attempted to as well. In Port Phillip it is on for young and old, itâs every man for himself in the drug trafficking department! As it turns out, both the prison officers who tried to sell me drugs have been charged with trafficking and have been dismissed from the prison service. How long had the trafficking been going on? The answer is: quite some time. It was common knowledge that these officers were selling drugs, and if that was the case, and all the prisoners knew, how come it took the authorities so long to wake up to it?
The first time I was offered drugs by an officer was when I was walking back from the gymnasium one day while I was in Sirius East. Because I was in maximum protection I could not go anywhere through the main part of the jail without being escorted by an officer. There were just the two of us and we were chatting away about football and he said to me, âAre you right for everything? âYeah, Iâm pretty right.â He said, âWell, are you right for everything ?â with the emphasis on âeverythingâ. I looked at him and said, âWhat do you mean?â He said, âDo you need any drugs?â He was as blatant as that and I thought it was a setup. In any event I was well and truly clean of drugs by then and, as now, and I wanted nothing to do with them. Even so, he said if I changed my mind he could easily get me some cocaine. He told me it would be $4,000 for half an ounce or $600 for a gram. He was quite specific about the type of drug and the amounts and the cost. I declined his kind offer and nothing further was said about.
Another prison officer at Port Phillip was charged too. She and I had had a similar conversation one day when I was being escorted to the gym. I was not the only prisoner this happened to; it happened regularly.
While on the subject of the gym and prison officers, what about the prisoner who was having sex with a female gym guard? The shit hit the fan well and truly, the crook being shipped off to the slot and the screw getting the heave-ho. This was not an isolated incident. Another bloke, Joe, with whom I had been in Sirius East was moved out of protection to a medium security prison and, hey presto, started horizontal folk dancing with one of the female staff, the inevitable result being that young Joe was sent back to Port Phillip for a cold shower or two!
One officer at Fulham suicided in the prison car park after he had been found in possession of child pornography.
It was blindingly obvious that the gymnasium was the handover point. I have seen packages change hands there that were obviously drugs because of the size of the package and the way in which it was slipped from one hand to the next. Easy to miss, but equally easy to spot if you know what you are looking for. With my history of drug abuse and the clandestine nature of the drug industry, it was apparent to me what was happening. Once a crook had scored he would head for the toilet and âbootâ the drugs (stick them up his bum) and then head back to the unit where it was party time!
Itâs interesting that, since I raised the issue, in my last book, of officers selling drugs and of drugs in jail, not one person has come out and said that I am lying. I find that an extraordinary acceptance of guilt by omission. Have these officers been dealt with by the courts, and what penalty was imposed, if any? Have you seen a result published in the media? I
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