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| Kevan Thakrar |
JENGbA
have been supporting Kevan Thakrar and his family since he first
contacted us early on in our campaign. I have been trying to visit him
at HMP Woodhill since September 2012 when I sent the application form to
visit a CAT A prison which includes photographs and then a visit from
my local police to my home. I was refused permission to visit Kevan in
HMP Woodhill the reason given: "as a campaigner I might write about the
visit". This is illegal; journalists are allowed to visit prisoners and
anyway I told them I was visiting as a friend. I have met Kev's family
and girlfriend and am proud to call him my friend as he calls me
regularly also.
Since
his move to HMP Manchester the prison authorities there are refusing to
even deal with my application. HMP Manchester is given a huge budget
from the Tax payer for the 'care and rehabilitation' of vulnerable
prisoners. From what Kevan tells us this prison is simply not fit for
purpose and can I please urge all JENGbA campaingers to do what he asks.
They want him to go mad or kill himself he has been told - write to
him and show him our support and solidarity for prisoner's human rights.
Gloria Morrison JENGbA Campaign Co-Ordinator
Unable to break my resolve and provoke me into any violent
reaction after three and a half years at HMP Woodhill's notorious
Close Supervision Centre (CSC), I was transferred to the Specialist
Intervention Unit (SIU) at HMP Manchester (aka 'Strangeways') on 13
June 2013.
Initially, people would be forgiven for thinking that finally getting
off the CSC was a good thing, but when it is discovered that the move
was due to Woodhill staff 'needing respite', having burned
themselves out with their daily actions of brutality, the move is
immediately seen in a different light.
Since my arrival here, things have gone from bad to worse. The unit
itself is simply six cells which used to form part of the segregation
unit, walled off with a temporary partition. It holds a maximum of
four prisoners in conditions which could accurately be described as a
tomb, with no natural light or ventilation reaching its depths. The
temporary partition is being rebuilt further back to expand capacity
to eight cells for six prisoners, and the old wall is being knocked
down, meaning that the sound of drills and sledgehammers is a regular
occurrence.
The structural environment is one thing, but the atmosphere of
oppression takes things to a darker level. The unit is operated by
segregation staff who carry that same mentality through both sides of
the divide - 'prisoners should get nothing and shut up'. No
senior manager or governor ever wanders this far to oversee the
treatment of the unit's victims, too afraid of what they might find.
The Independent Monitoring Board appears to either not know of the
existence of the SIU, or not want to know. Aware of all this,
segregation officers are free to dish out their version of what prison
should be like.
I have lost over a stone and a half since this place became my home.
The food portions are tiny and the food hardly eatable. As for
purchasing my own food to supplement my diet, with the £4 that I am
allowed to spend per week of my own money, and needing to make phone
calls, that is not feasible. Anyone who knows about the cost of
prisoners' phone calls will be aware of how little talk time £4
buys you, but when landline numbers are barred from my PIN, so only
more expensive mobiles can be dialled, it works out to 20 minutes for
£4.
But that's ok. I can survive with my regular visits, right? If you
class two 30 minute visits per month in closed conditions behind a
glass screen as enough, then you must be working for Her Majesty's
Prison Service!
So, letter writing it is then. If only my mail actually reached me in
a reasonable time or even at all, one letter having taken over 40 days
and others are being stolen by the prison. Even my legal mail isn't
safe - as well as also being stolen, they have begun to demand that
all legal mail is read prior to being issued by them, or I cannot
receive it.
So what else can I do to avoid all this abuse? In my cell I have
nothing but a few legal papers and mail; the rest of my property has
not been allowed. No TV, radio, kettle, hair clippers, nail clippers,
religious items or books. That means no hot water or means to keep my
hair or nails trimmed. The only 'facilities' I do have are a bed,
table to eat from, sink and toilet, which are all within touching
distance of each other.
I do get to leave my cell, when they feel like letting me out, but not
before being made to stand at the back wall and following a ridiculous
set of 'protocols'. I am then searched and 'escorted' to
wherever I may be going, which is a very limited number of places. I
have a maximum of one hour in the exercise yard when they let me,
which is taken in isolation from other prisoners. I then get a maximum
of 30 minutes to use the phone and shower under cold water, again when
they let me. I have been refused food, as further unofficial
punishment but the guy next door to me has been living off bread and
water for months so I guess that's accepted practice here.
My solicitor has written to the prison, as have some of my friends and
family, but either no response or a pathetic one has been returned. I
have submitted complaints but the Acting Governor Hannah Lane has
refused to acknowledge or intervene, showing that she is either
colluding and actively involved in my treatment, or that she is a
useless failure pretending to be in charge. Either way, she is
responsible. She cannot continue to ignore the calls from outside the
prison walls to get me out of this hell-hole, and copies of all
letters to her are being sent to MPs to pressure her further. The more
letters received the more pressure she will face, which is why I call
on the support of all decent human beings to help me. Please write to
your MP to complain about my treatment and demand I be returned to a
normal unit where I can be treated with at least some level of
humanity and compassion.
As most people who know me are aware, I suffer from Post Traumatic
Stress Disorder and going through such traumatic experience on a daily
basis only exacerbates my condition, so at the least, putting me here
in the first place was an act of deliberate disability discrimination
by those in charge.
Please help. Otherwise, I will be left with nothing but the company of
my fellow victims of the Specialist Intervention Unit, if only we
weren't banned from speaking to one another, under threat of
punishment.
Kevan Thakrar A4907AE
SIU - HMP Manchester
Southall Street
Manchester
M60 9AH
