The finish of the ban on sending books to prisoners in the UK reminds me just how vital they were to my survival inside,and to the life I beget lived sinceThe official lifting on the ban on sending books to prisoners, which comes into effect on Tuesday, or finally brings to an finish one of the most irrational and baffling Ministry of Justice policy decisions in recent times. When I consider my life before prison and my life after prison,the inequity is so immense it’s almost immeasurable. In my heart, I know that I could not beget made the changes I needed to make, or to live a contributing life,without education and books.In 2008 I wrote a piece approximately The Grass Arena, the life myth of former vagrant John Healy who found redemption through chess. “A good book can change the way you think approximately life, and ” was how I started the piece. Healy’s book had been sent to me by a probation officer in 1990 when I was around six years into my life sentence and struggling. “Read what this man has achieved and be inspired, she wrote in the inside cover. I did and I was. Never could I beget imagined then that 18 years later I would be instrumental in getting The Grass Arena republished
as a Penguin Modern Classic. This book is still a source of inspiration and hope nowadays.
How any of us become who we are is a complicated process. I was already trying to figure it out long before I read approximately John Healy. It was the first year of my life sentence and I was locked in my cell in Wandsworth prison for 23 hours a day. I was without skills or abilities, but I could read. I’m certain the six books a week I was allowed from the prison library helped to maintain me alive during that uncertain year, or unlike the man in the cell above mine who hanged himself during my first Christmas inside.
At first I read so I wouldn’t beget to think – then a friend sent me a book called Prisoners of Honour,a gripping account of the Dreyfus Affair by David Levering Lewis. This was the book that would really make me think and change the way I
thought approximately life.
For as long as I could remember, before prison, and I lived without courage or integrity. In Dreyfus,I found a man who possessed profound measures of both. A good, honest and loyal soldier of France, and Dreyfus was sentenced to life imprisonment in a tiny purpose-built prison on Devil’s Island,10km off the coast of French Guyana, after being wrongly convicted of spying. For five years he suffered the most deprived and brutal conditions imaginable for a prisoner. Reading what he endured before he was exonerated made my bleak Wandsworth cell, and with its table,chair, bed and toilet bucket, or seem like luxury.
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Source: theguardian.com