Tuesday, 31 August 2010

One step ahead ... and two back

I'm a crossword addict and I suppose most of us with this affliction store the strangest words and terms in a special compartment in our minds. Here are two that have surfaced in recent time, two that I thought might sometime earn their keep by fitting neatly into blank squares in a Times or Telegraph puzzle.
Roger and Anita Gordon.
Double Jeopardy. Conspiracy Theories.

I'm not cynical by nature, but the words keep mocking me when I see the chance of of righting my wrong conviction slipping away.

You might think that a good justice system would welcome the truth. Embarrassing, I expect, for them to have to admit that the system has let me down and that an innocent man bears the label of lifer and languishes in jail.

Yet it seems to me that while authority knows I am wrongly convicted, reparation is not in the offing. Rather - and I am loathe to think this, but I can't see any other explanation - the opposite.

The shadowy figures who control the English Justice System must be conspiring to keep me inside.

After seven years in prison and after three appeal applications refused, I find my parole possibilities are being diluted.


For seven years, both the Probation Service and the Prison Service have considered me to be Low Risk. Admittedly that's one up on a judge during the trial time who considered me not to be any sort of risk at all.

But now, after serving seven years stolen from my life, I am reassessed as being Medium Risk. It might be laughable, except that the classification is very closely connected to parole likelihood.

So before I came to prison, I was no risk to anyone. But after seven years out of society, seven years of behaving and working all the time, being almost the model prisoner, mysteriously I am now considered to be a riskier fellow.

I asked my probation officer about it, because this is the person who earlier considered that of the 85,111 people in prison in England and Wales, I was among those who posed the very least risk.

'I don't understand what could have changed,' I said.

'The answer is very simple, Roger,' the officer said. 'You see, before you were a B category prisoner. As a B category prisoner you were considered to be of the lowest risk.'

'But nothing has changed for the riskier. Here I am institutionalised, or virtually institutionalised, by the years locked away. Compliant, is a term they use. There've been no recorded negative reports of behaviour or attitudes. So surely I should be rated as Low Minus.'

'Roger, please try to concentrate. Now, you were Low because you were B Category. Right?'

'I accept that's how it was.'

'Well, now there's a change, like you are now Category C. Do you see?'

'The Category has changed, that's all.'

'Oh, Roger, please. Your Category has changed. It's a big change, isn't it? You'll, like, admit that won't you?'

'It's a big change and I am grateful for it, but ...'

'No buts, Roger. It's a big change and that means everything has changed. You are a different category and that means you must have a different category for your Risk. And so you have.'

'But if you change my risk category, parole goes farther away.'

'You know, Roger, that like I can't speak to you about parole. A decision in that area belongs to a parole hearing, not to your probation officer.'

Getting answers is sometimes easier from the prison manuals, I've been told, so I went looking.

Of course, there's nothing to be found about innocent people who are convicted. But word inside is very loud on the subject. The door only opens for those who say they are guilty. And so most people within will tell you to own up to it whether you did it or not, and you get home much quicker.

'Course, it's different for you,' a neighbour explained. 'Lifers is different. We normal geezas don't ever go into denial. Not if we want to go home. But you, Roge, I fink you need a miracle.'

I didn't kill Anita - I loved her.

And those crossword terms surface again and again. Double Jeopardy. Conspiracy Theories. Isn't it double standards to treat people so differently, to let people go home because they say what authority wants to hear?

And isn't it a sort of conspiracy to keep a man captive because he insists on the truth. The truth is that I did not kill my wife.

My story is here. I would like you to know about me and this mistake by the British criminal justice system.

Tuesday, 10 August 2010

Two days bad news

Sitting in my cell on Wednesday awaiting the call from the call for lunch, the natural light at the cell door darkened. I looked up and there stood the prison chaplain.

The words that swamped me were, 'Here's bad news.' And before he could speak, I was trying to guess what awful lot had fallen the family.

I was filled with dread because a recent appearance of a chaplain, back at Swaleside, brought the devastating news of my father's death.

You learn to cope with your own bad news, but it comes as a real shock that others in life, others really important to you, are battling with Fate, too.

The chaplain grabbed me to stop me falling. 'It's okay, Roger, it's not seriously serious, it's not about someone dying.'

But, of course, it was serious. The chaplain said the news was about my handicapped brother. Andrew had suffered a stroke. 'He's being treated in hospital. It's the best place for him.'

The chaplain had phoned the hospital to get the latest news. 'They told me he's comfortable. He is showing positive signs of recovery.'

Later I phoned the family. They said Andrew is making good progress. That was good to hear.
But it was disturbing to learn that it took two days for the news to reach me. It emphasisied how cut off you are when they send you to prison. At times like this, you feel especially isolated and helpless and in another world.

I'm the one sent down for a crime I did not commit, yet over the seven years of injustice, three members of my family have died. Our Dad died in 2005, my sister Helen's husband died in 2006, and a favourite aunt died in 2007.

My story is here. I would like you to know about me and this mistake by the British criminal justice system.

Monday, 26 July 2010

Women can visit my cell ... minus me, of course!

The Mount has quite a bit of grass and several well stocked flower beds in the wing's exercise yard. They are well maintained at the moment ... but then prison has three lifer family days coming up.

The suggestion is that some of what the management terms inappropriate behaviour has occurred on family days gone by. What suspicious minds our minders have.

I have been allocated a place for the August lifer day. I've asked brother Alec and his family to come.

We get the option of cooking a meal for ourselves and family, or eating from a buffet supplied by the prison. I'm opting for the buffet for two reasons. If I cook, it will take up about an hour and a half of hours of the visit time.

The buffet supplied on the first family day was plentiful and tasty. Of course, the prison asks for a donation of £10, which considering the quality and amount is not too bad.

However, it is nearly a week's wages but heigh-ho ...

Visitors will also be allowed to look into the cells. The only condition is that prisoners are not allowed to be in the cell at the same time.

The suggestion is that some of what the management terms inappropriate behaviour has occurred on family days gone by. What suspicious minds our minders have.

A couple of cigars


Anyway, none of that for me. I've ordered a couple of cigars from the canteen to enjoy with Alec instead.

Not long after my parole knock-back, I was able to enjoy an internal probation interview for another OAS. When I asked lovely lady why outside probation changed my risk level to medium from low, I receieved soething of a slap in the face.

Because, she said, I should never have been considered low in the first place! Obviously someone around here doesn't read the judge's report.

She said she kept her risk assessment at Medium.

She had more news for me. I must complete 2 two courses that they run here - justice awareness and anger management.

You'll remember that there is a problem in here if you have the cheek to deny a crime you have always denied. And I, reckless fellow, have always denied killing my wife, and I deny it for a pretty good reason. I didn't do it.

Fortunately, these courses don't require me to discuss the crime I didn't do, so that has made me eligible.

Something in me makes me smile at the titles of the courses. After all these years of imprisonment for a crime I didn't do, if I am not aware of 'justice', then I am aware of nothing.

And if I have tolerated this appalling injustice withouth being continually on the boil, then it might well appear that few are better at managing anger that your correspondent.

They know best

And my behavioural record should show my guardians that to include me in it is a waste of money but - fortunately- I have learned that they know best. They are the professionals, after all.

Oh, there is a positive side to having my risk assessment changed. If it had stayed at low, I coul dnever show any improvement. Now it is up a bit, my normal behaviour means it must be lowered and that will seem like an improvement.

Of work, the library job remains very dull. However, the head librarian has started to give me some jobs with more responsibility - a hint of resonsibility - and that does break the monotony.

Twice a week now, I give new prisoners a presentation about the function of the library and what it offers, and that brings some satisfaction.

The group NACRO has taken over resettlement. Eighty new prisoners arrived last month so that means 80 left. So you can seee that resettlement is an important thing.

I have asked to be join them so that I get involved with resettlement programme. I've made it clear that I don't want to be just the tea boy but want to be hands-on with the process. I feel this is somewhere that I could be good for the system.

I suspect my involvement will depend on how much they trust me. I have a faultless record here with trust, so I have my fingers crossed that I will be allowed to get involved in this challenging work.

My knock-back stress

I had to return to Metaformin tablets when my blood sugar level crept up too high again. The medics think it could be caused by stress through the knock back over parole.

At least my weight is not too bad now. I am below 13 stone now and that brings a joy. When people ask my weight, I can say, 'Oh, 12 stones something.' That sound so much better - even substantially lighter - than having to admit that it's 'Over 13 stone.'

PS: Have you noted my new prison number? It was HP8675, but now it's A2901AL. Sounds very IT and modern now.
Read my story ....

Monday, 22 March 2010

A foot over the fence ... almost

My move to the Mount has been a positive one. I am enjoying my new job in the library here and the food is definitely of a higher standard. I am optimistic that I will get help here to move to a lower tariff prison, all of which has helped me to feel more upbeat.

My parole hearing went ahead last Wednesday. I was not allowed to attend and as yet am not aware of any decisions made in my absence. Although I hold little hope of being released, I have allowed myself to imagine what outside life would be like.

The freedom to see my family and friends, eat whatever food takes my fancy and walk freely on the streets. To be free from the hell I have suffered for so long now.

I am well aware that only new evidence could clear me now, despite the uselessness of my legal team! Even when I am released it is unlikely that my name will ever be cleared.

While listening to Jeremy Vine on Radio 2 the other day I was intrigued by a case that sounded very similar to my own. Susan May was wrongly convicted of the murder of her Aunt. She served 12 years and although she is now free from prison is still faced with the task of clearing her name.

As Susan says in her interview, 'I am out of prison, but not free.'

I have written to Jeremy Vine and sent the letters off to the BBC explaining the similarities in our cases. Fingers crossed that I get a reply.

Links:
Roger Gordon's website
Susan May's story and video

Friday, 5 February 2010

A good move from out of the blue

Settling well into the new address even though the move came out of the blue.

I had applied for a transfer here 18 months ago when I first got my C cat. I was informed that due to my parole review, all transfer requests had been cancelled.Photo of The Mount prison.

I am still awaiting that review but at least I am in the right place to get a progressive move to a D cat.

I know about a dozen people in here from Swaleside and that has helped in my settling in.

I will not go into the grim details of the move and my induction, but I am now on the lifer wing and very comfy. I even have my own ensuite equipped with a shower unit ... and my own cell key.

The word is that this prison is very pro-active in helping you through your sentence plan.

There is a lifer clerk stationed on the wing, who you can talk to face to face. After only one day she has been able to tell me that my review will probably be heard in March.

It's not the news I wanted but at least I have been told something, unlike the wall of silence I faced at Swaleside.

Helen has been in contact with two national newspaper reporters, who are interested in my case, both have a good track record of discrediting Essex police.

I have a lot to do now. I need to copy and edit 110 pages of witness statements which will keep me busy.
I now have a solicitor who is dealing with my parole matters, which will leave me some freedom to concentrate on the appeal work.

I am also waiting for a decision from the law students at Leeds University. I keep my fingers crossed that they support my claims.

I have applied for a job as library orderly. Armed with a blinding reference from the library at Swaleside, I introduced myself to the librarian who was very keen to have me join the team. But he warns that security may want to assess me themselves, rather than rely on my good reports from Swaleside and that could take 2-3 months.

I will not be eligible for town visits as the rules now say that in C category you have to have been away for 10 years. The should give the parole board good reason to recommend the D as that is the only place that I will be entitled to town visits within my tariff.

Let's hope they see sense - though commonsense and the prison system don't normally run on the same track.

I am sparked into believing that this move is the best one I have made and feel really positive about being established in open conditions this time next year.

The family are all fine. Gaye's dementia has got no worse and Alec continues to care for her and Andrew. James is still relying on Agency work, sometimes getting 2 or 3 days work, sometimes nothing at all.

Helen still keeps herself busy with the voluntary work and church, but she was able to visit me before Christmas with brother Paul. It was very good to see them both as I hadn't seen them since Dad's funeral.

Here's my new address -
Roger Gordon HP8675
HMP The Mount
Molyneaux Avenue
Bovingdon
Hemel Hempstead
Herts HP3 0NZ

Roger Gordon

Saturday, 16 January 2010

Roger gets a surprise move

Good news! Roger Gordon was moved on Friday to The Mount, at Hemel Hempstead, in Hertfordshire.

Well, we assume it is good news because it seems The Mount is a Category C training prison, so it should mean that Roger is officially getting a lower category.

The improvement is something Roger has been working towards for some years.

His sister, Helen, said today, 'It was a complete surprise to me when I heard he was moving.'

Read all about on Roger's website, Call-this-Justice.com

Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Visiting Time

I had the pleasure of a visit from my ever supportive siblings Paul and Helen this week. After they finally made it through security, wasting half an hour of the given time being sniffed by the prison mutt, we caught up on latest progressions, if you can call them that.

It was however nice to hear about the family and the things you don’t always put down on paper. I was grateful to hear that my brother Alec is photocopying the Criminal case justice review board’s refusal to send to the Leeds university student's.

The piest de resistance came in the form of a mint cornetto that Paul treated me to.

I still don’t have a definite date for my parole hearing, I am led to believe it may be April but am not counting on it. Instead I am planning the weekend.

Saturday I will be doing the crossword from The Mail (it makes a change from The Telegraph I read during the week). Sunday I will be tuning into Radio 2 for Elaine Paige’s show, takes me back to the sixties and happier times. Not forgetting keeping up to date with the cricket.