Category Jamaican in prison

Release meant deportation

I’ve been trying to describe my release from prison (some five years later) and how I felt at the time. You’d think that at my rebirth I would remember every detail of such a wonderful occurrence but my dream of release was scaled down by reality.  See, release meant deportation, there was no standing at the […]

A Jamaican’s tale continued: Doing time

Brown, steel-toed boots, green pants, white T-shirt and 15 pounds of muscle heavier, I sauntered across the center, my escorting officer matching my pace. It was Friday and I’d just been released from my job, I was in no hurry. A pillowcase strung over my shoulder carrying my meager belongings, an extra change of clothes […]

A Jamaican’s tale: my first night in Pentonville

Opened in 1816, HMP Pentonville, went on to host many famous and not so famous inmates by the time she had opened her doors to me that fitful Friday evening. I imagined I was like a grain of sand on the beach – one of many – faceless. The building sure looked its age. Although there were […]