H.M.P Ford is, as some of you will know, a D cat prison. This means it has an open regime. This is a deceptive description. It is far from the holiday camp it is rumoured to be. It will become, for me, the hardest part of my sentence. So in that respect I suppose it is like a family holiday at Butlins.
I have heard many rumours about Ford. Most will turn out to be “prison myth” some distortions of the truth and very few will be true. A few examples:
- At Ford local women come in at night – I never witnessed this nor did I meet anyone who had. It was always a friend of a friends cellmates mate. Even if it was true I am certain that even after12 months abstinence I would not be interested in the type of “lady” who is so desperate for a man that she’ll climb a prison fence to meet 400 or so criminals.
- Drugs and Alcohol are freely available. – Well, I can’t argue with this one. However, with the exception of the Verne, drugs are available in most establishments. The choice is larger at Ford, at most places Heroin and Crack are the only options.
- You can go out on town visits And go home for weekends. – Though true, this is not quite as straight forward as it seemed. If one is an Enhanced prisoner on arrival there is a risk assessment which takes 4wks. If one passes this risk assessment and has completed 2/3s of ones sentence an application can be put in for a town visit. The town visit is from 8:30 – 19:30 and one can travel a radius of 15 miles (I may remember some of these details slightly wrong). Money can be taken from the personal funds in the prison account. Nothing that wasn’t taken out of the prison can come back in and there is a breathaliser on re-entry. To qualify for a home visit (it doesn’t have to be ones own home) one town visit has to have been successfully completed. The address will be checked by the prison probation team and on the first full day out of the prison one must report in to the local probation officer.
- You can go out and work. You keep all wages for resettlement. You can also go to Uni. – Again, this is true but not simple. To qualify all the above steps have to be taken but most importantly the prisoner must be serving 4yrs+. Anyone who has been following this blog from the start will see how this will cause me a problem.
Sometimes the perception from the outside is so far removed from the reality as to be unrecognisable.
When I first arrive at Ford I am slightly taken aback by the amount of space. Had I not come from the Verne and instead from a closed prison I think the shock would have been greater but even so… However, an even greater shock is the regime. I had envisaged a laid back enviroment. A kind of “wind down” for the final stretch of my custodial. How wrong I was.
Immediately we get out of the van we are ordered into reception. It seems that the lower the cat the more arsey the screws. The Induction Screw takes us one by one into his office. He grills me about my offence and my motives. He sneers at my reasons and snorts disbelievingly at my claim of having no money. He truly is an arsehole. Over the next few weeks it becomes clear that any infringement of the rules, no matter how minor will be punished. Harshly.
After the usual reception routine (search etc) we are taken to our accommodation. We have to walk around a cricket square (really, in a prison… no wonder people think its a country club!) to get to the B wing of the prison. Ford is separated into two wings, A and B. These are then separated into corridors in the case of A wing and “Chalets” or sheds as we called them in B. A wing is a large brick building housing people with four year+ sentences consisting of single cells. It also houses the dining room and the health centre. B wing is made up of twelve+ wooden chalets for prisoners with under four years. They are mostly double rooms.
One of the most irritating parts of Ford will be the amount of short term offenders that come through my room. It is like Scrubs all over again. Three of my cell mates will have spent 1week in Lewis on eight week sentences. What does that teach people? I don’t think short sentences should exist. There really is no point otherwise. Eight weeks which means four at the most and three of those in a D cat. It isn’t much of a Short Sharp Shock. And after twelve months in closed conditions with others who have done many months of time, and therefore know the crack, I simply do not have the patience. They learn nothing, they go back into society and give the impression that prison is easy when they haven’t really experienced it. Its like spending a week in India and coming back saying you know everything about Hinduism. If we must have short sentences then they should be in closed conditions, D cats should be reserved for those who need resettlement or have worked their way down. As an incentive for good behaviour maybe.
On what is called the induction fortnight we are taken around the prison. It is separated in two parts. The residential side, surrounded by an eight foot chain-link fence topped intermittently with old blunt razor wire. And the Industries side which houses all the workshops, surrounded by a four foot chain-linked fence topped with…. erm, nothing. We are told that, technically, when crossing the road we are on temporary licence. It has been a long time since I had to contemplate traffic.
One of the reasons Ford is harder than the other prisons is that everyday one can see people getting on with their normal lives. everyday I will cross the road and see real cars with real people getting on with their real lives. When there is a concrete wall blocking the view, although one knows that there is a world outside, it is easy (or easier) to concentrate on the environment one lives in. I am able to deal with what is in front of me. If I know that there is nothing I can do about a situation then I can switch it off. This does however lead to instituionalisation. For twelve months the outside world has been a dream, an idea of a place I once lived. Now, everyday, I have to confront the fact that although I could reach out and touch the real cars I still live in a different world so far removed from the real people. Time will stretch, everyday feels like three. Fords apparent freedom is an illusion and the prison changes from walls keeping me in to my mind keeping me in. I could walk out of the prison, jump on a train and abscond (you can’t escape from D cat). The only thing stopping me is me.
For the first two weeks we have to work five days a week, eight hours a day in a factory. This wouldn’t be much of a problem, I have done many factory jobs before. This, however, is the worst job I have ever done (to this day!!). Have you ever wondered how the little square of bubble wrap gets glued into the bottom of strawberry/raspberry punnets? I must admit that I had never given it any thought. 6p per 10000 punnets. Dab glue, place bubble wrap, stack punnet and repeat for eight hours. Soul destroying.
The food is worse than the Verne but better than Scrubs. Tempers flare often as the first few weeks treatment by the Screws seems to be designed to wind people up. In the first to weeks I think often about getting myself transferred back up a cat (by kicking off). Is it worth being here, just to be treated worse than I have been in the last 12months. Luckily in that first fortnight I meet someone who will be a very good friend for the rest of my time. That is probably the only reason I lasted at Ford.