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category mayo | environment | feature author Sunday January 20, 2013 00:05author by Niall Harnett - (personal capacity) Report this post to the editors

“Your letters have sparked riots in the maximum security wing of my heart” - Sideshow Bob, the Simpsons!

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Art - a Composite of Van Gogh's 'Exercise Yard'
& Munch's 'Scream' by Prisoner Mick Connors.
An insight into prison life in Ireland, namely Castlerea Prison, Co Roscommon.

On 21st April 2010 I was convicted of assaulting a number of Gardaí in relation to Shell to Sea protests and sentenced to 6 months imprisonment. Remission for good behaviour means that prisoners will have their sentences reduced by a quarter, once you keep your nose clean. I was given credit for 2 weeks time served previously in 2009, before I was bailed out pending my appeal.

So I spent 4 months in jail from April to August in the summer of 2010.

The Prison.

When I first arrived in jail, it was a shock to the system. Prison officers wouldn't be the friendliest of individuals, they behave a lot like police officers and don't have much respect for prisoners. When you arrive at reception your clothes and belongings are taken from you and you are issued with prison clothes - cheap jeans, a white t-shirt, a cheap shirt and underwear. You get clean bedclothes, a towel, soap and a toothbrush and you are brought to your cell.

Most prison cells are doubles, with some singles. It's usual for new prisoners to be put in a double cell and it's pot luck who you end up with. Cells are reasonably roomy, with a double bunk bed, a sink with hot and cold water and a toilet in the corner behind a 3 foot wall as a screen. The beds are along one wall and on the other wall is a bench with a television and an electric kettle. On the back wall of the cell is a window, with bars. Cells in the main 'sentenced' block are comfortable and bright. Cells in the newer 'remand' block are modern but dingy, even though they have showers. But they're dark and the taps and showers don't work properly.

A prison block is a bit like a block of flats – noisy. I arrived at night. You can hear televisions and music playing and prisoners calling out to each other. I was nervous, not knowing what lay ahead and wondering what the other prisoners were like. I felt unsafe and at risk. I slept well though, I liked the smell of the clean sheets I'd been given, although the mattress and duvet weren't the best.

You are woken at 8.15am and called out for breakfast. You walk to the kitchen at the end of the landing and pick up a pint of milk and a small bag of cereal. Tea bags and sugar too if you need them. You see the other prisoners for the first time, who appear to be a lot of hard men, looking hard. No smiles that early in the morning, no interest. You eat breakfast in your cell and turn on the television to watch Ireland AM. Sinead Desmond is pretty and friendly but that Alan Hughes is hard fuckin' work!

Unlock at 9.30am. Prisoners appear on the landing, brushes and mops are grabbed, bins emptied, chat and talk. You look around, you know no-one, you're out of place, you just want to go back into your cell and bang out the door. But you can't, you must go out, you're sent out, out to the yard. The yard is grim. 30m x 30m of black tarmac surrounded by high concrete walls and steel fences topped with razor wire. The ground is filthy, stained with dirt and spit. Many prisoners spit, a lot, hacking and spitting constantly, even inside the prison. There's a toilet in the corner of the yard. It's filthy. There's a water tap there too but it's broken. The morning session in the yard is long. 2½ hours till lock-up for lunch at 12noon. Some prisoners walk, in circles, some play cards or just sit and stand around chatting and smoking. The Travellers play hand-ball against the high wall, they're good players. Everyone looks hard, and prisoners are a dangerous looking lot. You pick someone out to talk to, to walk with, so as you're not on your own. You're nervous, struggling for things to say, wanting to just be normal like the other prisoners. You're careful when you look at people and make sure not to bump into anyone. You're vulnerable and careful not to make any wrong moves.

Some prisoners are called from the yard for school, or the gym, or a visit, or a visit to the governor. These are your options too, and you make a mental note of every bit of information coming your way. In fact, I always carried a small note book and a pen with me and made notes of everything I thought important.

I was called to see the Governor on my first day, Deputy Governor Ms Ethel Gavin, a nice lady, in fact. She set me straight on one or two things I was unclear about and put me at ease. Mr James Kelly the Chief Prison Officer sat with her and smiled pleasantly at me. The 'Governor's Parade' is a daily option that all prisoners have access to any weekday morning. It may be the governor that you meet, or a deputy governor or a senior officer deputising.

I did meet the then Governor Mr Daniel Scannell on my first 2009 visit to the prison. We talked briefly about the circumstances that landed me in prison. “You can't beat city hall” he said to me as I left the room. It may look that way but I disagreed. Mr Martin Reilly is the new governor now and I met him on occasion on my second longer spell inside.

The morning period of 'unlock' ends at 12 noon and you are called back to your cell for lunch, which you collect at about 12.15pm and bring back to your cell. I would watch 'Midday' on TV3, a women's panel discussion show styled on the UK's 'Loose Women'. I enjoyed that, there are some articulate interesting women who contribute regularly, but they're cushioned, mostly privileged individuals, and don't understand 'protest' issues, like the protests around the Dail at the time which they hadn't the capacity to address rightly. There are some eejits on that show though. I'd lie on the bed after my lunch, listening to the news at one and inevitably dozing off till unlock again at 2.30pm.

Back out to the yard again till 4pm and locked in for tea till 5.30pm. Unlock at 5.30pm for 2 hours recreation in the 'rec' room till 7.30pm. The 'rec' is a couple of grim smoke filled rooms with 2 pool tables and some telephones. You get one 6 minute call a day. The prison officers stand guard outside, well, sit actually and read the same books as most of the prisoners – crime non-fiction! I would normally 'decline' the rec and stay in my cell. In fact, if I could, I preferred to stay in my cell for most of the day unless the weather was very good, especially for the first while, till I 'got me head together'.

I spent the first 10 days out of 4 months in a double cell in the new block for remand prisoners, because the main 'sentenced' block was, as usual, overcrowded. My cell mate was sound and we accommodated each other quite comfortably. He was a heavy smoker though and the taps and shower in the cell didn't work properly. After 10 days I wrote to the governor asking to be moved to the main block and to my surprise I found myself in a bright single cell on the 3rd landing only a few hours later. It was probably luck that a cell became empty just at the time I wrote my letter, but even so my sense is that that cell was given to me with the good grace of the prison staff, which I appreciated. There were a few whimpers from other prisoners who were on the list for a single cell, it appears that I jumped the queue, but them's the breaks and I wasn't gonna be shifted once I entered the sanctuary of my single cell.

And that's what the single cell was for me - sanctuary.

Support.

Locked up for at least 18 hours a day can be claustrophobic, but when I banged out my door I knew no-one would bother me and I was safe in my own world, with my telly and my kettle, my clean bed and ... the mail that started to flood in.

Being a 'Shell to Sea' prisoner has its advantages. Pat O'Donnell and I had a certain novelty value which attracted the goodwill of most of the prisoners and some prison staff. And we were privileged to have the support of a lot of people on the outside. The support which came to my cell in the form of letters, articles, books, drawings and photos was overwhelming. It was a lifeline that lifted me right out of prison.

I was a 'political prisoner' attached to an effective, high-profile campaign, there's no getting away from that. I've never gone on the offensive against any cop in Mayo, I just react to their cowardly violence and abuse of their power. They are the criminals, not me. They hide behind their uniform, I'm up front about what I do and have no shame or regret for anything I've done in protest situations. I've made mistakes and you learn as you go on. I might do things differently now in similar circumstances, but there is no shame in standing up to those tossers.

Pat O'Donnell.

'The Chief' Pat O'Donnell was sentenced over 2 months before me, initially housed in the main block and moved to 'the Grove' before I arrived in the jail. The Grove is a recent initiative, designed to be progressive and rehabilitative for long term, settled and political prisoners. It's a small housing estate for about 50-60 prisoners, isolated from the main block, with more freedom for inmates who live there. You can garden there and grow and cook your own food, do your house up a bit and walk in the grounds, on grass, inside its own boundaries. Some sex offenders are housed there and that is an issue which bothers other prisoners. In the main block, sex offenders are kept separate from the main population.

Pat and myself were kept separate. I did meet him on the first day I was admitted to the prison. As I was being led past the houses on the way to the block I called over to some lads I could see there and asked for Pat. They called him quick and he came running to the fence. The prison officer was good enough to let us have a minute together. A strange moment, we both put our hands up to the steel fence to touch palm to palm and we stood like that for a moment to greet each other before I was taken away. I was glad of that. I'd gone to see Pat's wife Mary the night before and he phoned her while I was there. I spoke to him, he put me wide on a few things and gave me the names of some lads who'd been his friends in the main block.

Apart from that short meeting, Pat and I never saw each other again in the prison. He was there from February to July and I was there from April to August. We wrote to one another regularly. I asked on a number of occasions to be transferred to the Grove to be with Pat and I was told that I was on the 'list' for consideration. In mid-June as Pat's release date drew near I went to the governor to make another appeal. Mr Kelly, the senior officer was deputising that morning.

“I'll put it to you this way Niall, you'll have more chance of getting to the houses when Pat's gone”. “Why is that?” I asked. “We're keeping ye separate”, said Mr Kelly. “Why is that?”, I asked. “Because you're protesters”.

A slight shock to hear it so bluntly put, I didn't feel the need to discuss it any further than that. I had the information.

I wrote to the governor to say that I appreciated Mr Kelly's honesty but I couldn't understand why we were being kept separate. Even republican prisoners are housed together. Gang members may need to be isolated from each other but we were neither of the above. I could only assume that the Gardai were giving the governor instructions. I queried him as to why he would be listening to those idiots.

Governor Reilly called me to his office to discuss. He said there was simply no room in the Grove at the moment. I asked him was there any political pressure from any source influencing his decision to keep us separate. He said no.

I knew there were spaces in the Grove. At least Mr Kelly had been straight with me. All the prisoners, and all the prison officers will tell you that Chief Officer Mr James Kelly is straight. I appreciated that.

But Pat and I were denied the opportunity to share our prison experience together and I regret that. It was deep when we hooked up on the out. I was camped out on the small beach in Inver for a few days and we shot the breeze there together for a long while, chatting and laughing and remembering our prison friends.

I've a lot of respect for Pat O'Donnell, he has taken the most hits of all. See here - http://www.indymedia.ie/article/95795

Settling In.

The first month was tough and very unsettling. It took me that long to get comfortable with myself in prison. It took me another month to get comfortable with other prisoners. It took me the next month to make friends. After 3 months of my time, they released Pat. An officer came to my door and told me to pack my bags - I was going to the Grove!

Some of the lads had gathered around my door, there was the whiff of a single cell on offer, nothing is lost on the prisoners. I said to the guard that I wanted to stay. The lads were saying go, go. I said no, I'd prefer to stay here with my friends if it was all the same. I only wanted to be over there to be with the Chief. The guard went away to make a call and came back 10 minutes later and told me I was safe where I was. I knew I'd made the right decision. Yes, I was tempted to go to the Grove to see it and experience it, and Pat said there was a welcome there for me, but I wanted to use the last month of my own sentence to enjoy the company of my new friends. And that's exactly what I did.

Little things mean a lot in jail. When I first I arrived on the landing and I was unlocked for the first time, a lad came straight in saying “You're one of them Shell to Sea boys, you should not be fucking in here. Do you need anything, dvd player, cd's, what? Just ask ok?” Later, another lad came in with a stereo. I had one cd of my own which was a gift sent in later to me after I watched a documentary about the band - The Dixie Chicks Live, a double album. Love it. I used to rock in my cell listening to it and trying to play some of it. I had a mandolin and tin whistle with me, and I practised a lot. I borrowed Amy Winehouse and Bob Dylan. I was careful about what I listened to, only the best, I kept it real!

At the peak of jail overcrowding and when I didn't go to the Grove there was talk of them putting an extra prisoner on a mattress on the floor of my cell, which is very uncomfortable for both people. I'd had a man on my floor before for a few days and it made me value my sanctuary even more when he was gone. I chatted with my immediate neighbour about it, a man who took a long time to get to know, he won't mind me saying. He was distant and just didn't seem to want to engage with me at all from the start, even though we were next door neighbours. It took a while. The first breakthrough was when I borrowed his sweeping brush off him and he told me to keep it! The next was when he said to me, straight out of the blue, “Niall, if it bothers you that much to have a prisoner on your floor, and it happens, just put him in here with me, I'll take him”. I couldn't believe I was hearing this from a man with whom I was struggling to talk to and befriend. I'd never have done it to him, but that sincere offer blew me away, I have to say. “We've got your back Niall”, he said. When the door banged out for the night that evening at 7.30pm I lay back on the bed, conscious that my neighbour was just 2 feet away from me on the other side of the wall. We were that close, and what he had said had brought us closer. I wanted to talk and chat and be friends, but the cell had us barred and he's doing 3 years.

We were chatting another time and he asked me about my girlfriend, how long we were together, and what age she was. “We're both in our forties”, I said. He's in his twenties. “You're grand so”, he says. “The young ones I hang around with ... they wouldn't wait for a fuckin' bus”!

Quote of the day!

The lads were playing football another day and a fella got hurt. Lads were always getting injured playing football. “You'll always get good players in prison”, one prisoner told me. But it's rough. And ... eh ... “it's never a foul in prison unless it's a stab”!

Routine.

Prison routine is healthy, in my opinion. I took advantage of it. Unlock at 9.30am and into the gym most mornings by 10am. You can shower in the gym and be back in your cell fit, washed and fresh in time for lunch at 12.15pm. Most prisoners have a snooze after lunch till unlock again at 2.30pm. If the weather was fine I'd go to the yard and walk. I decided I'd use the yard time to just walk and get more exercise that way. Lads would join me intermittently and we'd talk and walk in circles till lock-up for tea at 4pm. If I didn't go to the yard for the afternoon, I'd just practice music in my cell and learn a few tunes. Prisoners are allowed to have instruments and music books in the cells. I'd never go out to the yard or the 'rec' room again at 5.30pm. I'd just stay in the cell. Lock up for the night is at 7.30pm. Nobody bothers you again till morning. A minimum of 18 hours enforced lock-up per day. It didn't bother me. I'd watch television into the night, write the odd letter and practice a few tunes.

You're entitled to wear your own clothes in prison but not till after they've been checked and tagged for the laundry a few days after you arrive. You must pack three of everything to avail of this privilege. 3 pairs of jeans or tracksuit bottoms, 6 t-shirts, 3 sweatshirts etc. One jacket is ok, or just a couple of pairs of shorts for the gym is fine too. Trainers for the gym and flip-flops for the shower are available free at reception if you need them. Tracksuits rolled up to below the knee with white trainers is the prison fashion.

You need to be pro-active about getting what you want in prison. Forms have to be sourced and paperwork filled out to secure your prison visits and your phone calls. If you want something you must ask for it, and keep asking till you get it. You'll need patience, because everything in prison is a wait.

Haircuts are done by a small number of other prisoners who have taken on the role. Barbers have the use of an electric hair clippers only. Scissors are not allowed because they may be used as a weapon. Buzz-cuts are the norm in prison and it's quick and easy to stay clean with a short haircut.

Food.

Dinner at noon is generally meat, chicken or fish with potatoes and vegetables. You wolf it down. Prisoners volunteer for work in the kitchen and some of them are trained chefs. There's no doubt in my mind that they work hard to produce tasty dinners for their fellow prisoners from fairly basic supplies. Tea at 4pm is a small affair – a bun-burger, a baked potato or a bowl of tinned spaghetti or some such. Or a steak and kidney pie ... hardly anyone ate them, they are rotten. Some prisoners love them and they stack up their plates with the ones left behind by the others who have no other choice but bread and jam. Dinners are filling, nourishing and tasty. Teas are meagre. You'd be hungry again by 8pm. You've got to be wise how you eat and store food in your cell. You can collect as many bags of cereal you want in the mornings and as much bread as you need at tea time. Likewise there's no shortage of milk, butter and jams.

Then there's the shop. Once a week you get a supervised visit to the 'tuck shop' to spend your prison allocated allowance of about €2.50 a day. You are entitled to receive money from the outside too and it's all credited to your account. Some lads walk out of the shop with bags of stuff, mostly drinks, sweets, chocolate, biscuits, cigarettes and tobacco. Some lads spend up to a €100 a week ... on pure shite! They must have very generous families.

But you can also supplement your diet with tuna, processed cheese and pot-noodles! Not great, but it'll get you over the 8pm hunger pangs. The kitchens may have leftovers and overspill too. Fruit and yoghurts that need to be eaten by a certain date are recycled through the prison by the kitchen crew in exchange for cigarettes. It's a good little system and I'm giving nothing away here. Food close to its best-by date is used up rather than being thrown out and the kitchen lads are entitled to the perks for their hard work. No-one begrudges them that and there's no need to be hungry in prison.

Drugs.

I had to have a chat with some of the prisoners about writing about drugs in prison. I didn't want to create trouble for anyone. The lads had no problem encouraging me to write what I saw. There are few secrets in prison, in any case.

I've been around drugs and taken drugs when I was younger. But I can honestly say that the first time I ever saw heroin and the first time I was ever offered heroin, was in jail. This is a problem that faces prisoners. I can see and understand how prisoners are tempted and become vulnerable to addiction. No prison is drug free, but Castlerea, in my view, is a quiet, settled prison without what you would call a drug problem. Unlike Mountjoy for example. I've heard some bad stories about that prison. That is a dangerous place, a bad jail. Lads in Castlerea smoke the odd joint and smoke a bit of heroin to get them through the long nights, the long months and the long years. The jail goes through phases when there are drugs to be had in the prison and phases where things are quiet. I don't think it's possible to maintain a serious drug habit in Castlerea.

What concerns me a little more is the fact that there are steroids available to lads who lift weights in the gym. The gym in Castlerea is generally well-equipped with weight resistance machines, treadmills, bikes and rowers. There are no free-weights, which could be used as weapons. If you set yourself a nice routine in the gym, the equipment is there to enable you to get fit and strong. Physical fitness and well-being is good for prisoners and helps keep a happy jail. Protein powders and milkshakes are also available from the shop ... at an inflated price, it has to be said. I wouldn't have expected to see steroids in jail but as usual, prisoners talk and nothing remains a secret for long. The long term prisoners who are committed to a long term training regime are sensible settled prisoners. It's the younger lads that are vulnerable to the temptation of steroids through peer pressure. If their mates are taking them they think they must be alright, and “... sure look at the fuckin' size of him, he's massive”! Steroids are not good for body or mind. I was disappointed to see lads so ready to take risks with their health in jail.

As Ali said to Foreman in the ring - "You picked the wrong place to get tired"!

Prison is no place to be unstable. You've got to keep it together.

Being Productive.

If the routine is a help, it's important also to manage and discipline yourself into adopting a productive regime of some sort. Education and training is available to long term prisoners at the prison schools and workshops, open university included. Many prisoners do courses of one sort or another. One of the lads, for example, discovered he was a great story teller after taking up 'creative writing'.

But the reality is that some prisoners suffer hard from the deprivation of liberty. A friend of mine in jail told me how he never left his cell for the first 5 or 6 years of his life sentence for murder. “I spent all those years right behind that door”, he said. “They filled me with drugs for my depression and I put on stones in weight. I was too scared to come out. I should have complained to the doctor but I was too fuckin' tired!”

We laughed our heads off together at that.

His sense of humour had obviously returned along with his sanity by the time we met, because he had applied himself over recent years to snapping out of it. But it was a choice he had to make and something he had to work at. I'm proud to call that man my friend.

Another lad came in on while medication for depression. They put him on the floor of another man's cell, took his drugs from him and gave him paracetamol (the cure for all ills in Castlerea) instead. He cut his own wrists in the middle of the night. He didn't die thankfully.

Lifers talk about the 'prison warehouse'. I'm convinced that most murders are committed by accident. By that I mean they are not planned. Circumstances give rise to a fight and someone winds up dead. A conviction for murder is an automatic life sentence. It's possible to be released on parole after 16 years or so. The parole board won't even meet you till you've done at least 8 years. A successful achievement on an anger management course is just one of the requirements set by the board. Lifers talk about simply being warehoused in the meantime with little interest shown in their welfare or early rehabilitation. They are just locked up away from society.

John Lonergan the ex-governor of Mountjoy prison writes in his book - http://www.johnlonergan.ie of his efforts to progressively improve the prison system in the interest of prison inmates. He was obstructed at nearly every turn by the Irish Prison Service, prison officials and government ministers, and left isolated. The recent 'Report on an Inspection of Limerick prison' - http://www.iprt.ie/prison-reports - for example, is damning. I'm surprised more prisoners don't sue the Prison Service and the Minister for Justice for breaches of human rights, rights which remain lawfully attached to prisoners despite the deprivation of their liberty. Legal actions by prisoners would go a long way to improving things for prisoners.

I doubt if a lot of murderers would ever kill again. I'm pretty sure the lads I knew would pose no danger to society if they were pardoned or released early for good reason. They are good lads, settled and mature now they've done a long stretch in jail.

I wound up on the top floor of the main prison block, the 3rd landing – the 'threes'. The 1st landing on the ground floor, the 'ones' is a thoroughfare of double cells filled with young criminals. All prisoners use the 'ones' to get to the other parts of the prison. I spent some time there. It's busy, noisy and volatile on the 'ones'. You dare not leave your cell with the door open, you will be robbed. The 'twos' and the 'threes' above are quieter. Most of the lifers and long term prisoners are up on the 'threes' and there's a tidy community spirit up there among the mature prisoners where most of the cells are singles. Stealing on the 'threes' is a no-no. Prisoners look out for one another and it's safe to leave your door open. I enjoyed the stability and the friendship of the long-term community on the 3rd landing.

People assume prisons to be dangerous places filled with dangerous men. If things boiled over that would be true. There are no shrinking violets in prison. Prisoners have to be selfish to protect themselves and they will fight, but I've seen the way lads look out for each other.

Fights.

Fights are common enough in Castlerea and a lot of them take place in the yard when the prison officers are locked outside. It's normally the younger lads that fight when tensions rise and their mates stir it up. You always know when there's going to be a fight. Things go very quiet in the yard and people start sitting down, watching. There's normally one or two lads winding up some lad to fight some other lad because of what someone said or did. Inevitably two lads stand up and face up. Travellers' rules apply, dukes up, a fair fight. A ring forms around the fighters and there's some hard punches thrown. The prison officers radio around the jail for support and the fight is broken up in minutes if not seconds. The lads are usually friends again the following day. Prison officers encourage lads to shake hands. It's rare enough that a serious fight resulting in serious injury will happen, but it does happen. Lads may fight in their cells and things can kick off anywhere.

Bullying goes on. I heard one story about an overcrowded holding cell in the basement where 4 or 5 lads were being held. A new prisoner, a foreigner, used the term 'knacker' by mistake. A traveller threw a bowl at him hitting him in the face. He was forced to write out 100 lines of - “I will never call a traveller a knacker again”.

But fights don't happen without a reason and there's no reason to feel threatened unless you provoke someone. Generally, prisoners just want to get along.

What happens in the prison generally stays in the prison. It's illegal to assault someone or to have mobile phones or drugs. But punishment is confined to the prison in the form of withdrawal of privileges or sometimes a lengthening of a sentence. Prison officers don't go telling tales to the police.

At the end of my stint in jail I felt completely safe in prison and in the prison yard, the place where I felt most intimidated at the start. Castlerea is a safe prison, in my view, unless you want it to be otherwise. I used to walk around the yard surrounded by criminals of all ages, backgrounds and type and think to myself - this is a safe place for me - “I'm safe as houses in here”.

I used only have a Little Bit of Ying and Fuckin' Loads of Yang. Now I'm Totally Bleedin' Zen.

When I left prison my head was clear. I was super-sensitised to all around me when I came in, it must be a survival instinct. It's very healthy. I sucked in anything of positive value and instantly rejected anything of no value. For example, if a prison officer was rude I never looked at them or spoke to them again. If they were polite, I soaked up their good manners and relied on them if I needed something. I kept it simple. I would only borrow the cream of musical cd's to have in my cell, no mediocrity. I decided that I would eat everything that was handed to me, but I would buy no shite at the shop. I would walk in the yard rather than sit around. And I was privileged to receive a lot of mail from friends and campaign supporters. That's what made the difference for me. Those letters took my head out of jail and I plastered the walls of my cell with photos of the new Rossport Solidarity Camp and the annual summer Gathering. At times I would think “Am I the only prisoner actually buzzing in my cell?” Well, legally buzzing anyway, as someone pointed out to me afterwards!

I thought about my life and questioned how my family would view my jailing. Every parent wants their child to be a 'success'. The answer was simple. It's my success in life to have lived and worked with friends of the calibre that live on the Rossport Solidarity Camp. I wouldn't have it any other way. I put my term in jail down to part of the whole experience of a full-on campaign.

Facing court cases and the threat of jail is stressful and debilitating. When I was sent to Castlerea prison I was weak, unsure and under-confident. There's no doubt that all prisoners, including myself, struggle in many ways to come to terms with being incarcerated. In spite of that, jail gave me the chance to think. When I left I was calm and clear.

The Jailing of Teresa Treacy.

Teresa Treacy is a 65 year old woman who spent 24 days in Mountjoy Women's prison in September 2011. She had blocked the ESB from entering her land and felling her native trees in order to build an overground powerline. The High Court ordered that she let the ESB in. She refused to obey that court order and wound up in jail for her 'non-compliance'. A public outcry at the injustice of her imprisonment pressurised the ESB into asking the court for her release.

Ms Treacy had told the court that she had no intention of complying. Barrister for the ESB, Mr Michael Conlon asked the court to discharge Ms Treacy's contempt order. He referred to what he called the 'Shell to Sea' judgement of High Court Judge Finnegan, 2005, in the case of the Rossport Five, who were committed to jail in similar circumstances. This judgement outlines the precedent for Mr Conlon's application.

Committal to jail for contempt is intended to be coercive on the person to comply with court orders. A person is sent to jail in order to make them comply. It is not the intent of a committal/contempt order to be punitive. There comes a point when the coercive element of the order 'runs out' at which point the order becomes, in effect, a punishment. At this point a remedy is needed. The remedy in Ms Treacy's case was her release and the discharge of the order. However the law is entitled to punish a contemnor for disobeying the court. It was Mr Conlon's submission that 24 days in jail was punishment enough. The Judge agreed and told Ms Treacy she was free to go.

These 2 precedents set by the Shell to Sea and Teresa Treacy cases are now the 'case law' by which future contempt cases will be judged. In effect what it means is that if someone is willing to disobey a court order in similar circumstances, it appears now that the law has no power to jail them for more than a few weeks.

I mention this case because it's possible to face jail, when campaigning, for either contempt of court or a criminal conviction.

Rossport Solidarity Campers facing Imprisonment.

Shell have all the cards now in relation to the development of the Corrib Gas Project. The shameful and final recent An Bord Pleanala decision in Shell's favour remains intact, despite dozens of legal flaws submitted to the High Court by the environmental group An Taisce over the course of 2011. However, An Taisce pulled out before the case was heard in full when the State offered them a 'settlement'. Local people feel betrayed by An Taisce, to say the least. This was a winning case that would have stopped the project, in my opinion. For example, the State has admitted that European Environmental Law has been breached at Corrib, but An Taisce did not try to hammer home a court judgement to that effect. An Taisce are refusing to disclose the terms of that settlement, even to local residents who donated money and raised funds to run the case. The local community have now all but given up their campaign against the project.

The activists at the Rossport Solidarity Camp remain focused, however, and maintain their constant efforts, week after week, month after month, year after year, to physically disrupt and block work on the project. Many of them have been continually arrested over the last year and a special court sitting will take place shortly where about 20 camp activists face criminal charges of obstruction and civil disobedience.

It's possible that one or two of those fine people will end up in Castlerea prison very shortly.

If they do, I know they'll find a warm welcome from the lads in Castlerea.

But they'll do their time to the day. Time off for good behaviour is one thing, but unlike 'normal' prisoners, Shell to Sea prisoners do not qualify for early release.

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Special thanks to my prison friends.

Special thanks also to Eddie Geraghty.

Related Link: http://www.shelltosea.com

A few T-shirts for the Prisoners.
A few T-shirts for the Prisoners.

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author by Andrewpublication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 09:59Report this post to the editors

Thats a very nice and (unfortunately in these times) useful bit of writing Niall.

author by krossie - Nowth at presentpublication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 12:19Report this post to the editors

Excellent and really interesting article - honest (well I've not been in a cell long enough to be absolutely certain of that) , thoughtful, clear and extremely well written - fair play Nial

Kp

author by Rational Ecologist.publication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 13:44Report this post to the editors

Your concern for the Irish taxpayer is to be commended, however, the 14.5 million spent demonstrates that the state should have listened to the original findings of the Bord Pleanála Hearing. If it had, then the state wouldn't have had to spend this money.

author by mary - a protesterpublication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 15:37Report this post to the editors

"because you're protesters",......... Well done Niall and Pat. The rest of us local protesters drove up regularly to Castlerea and we were both abused and praised outside the prison gates while you and The Chief were inside. Shouted at for being protesters, for standing up for you , for standing up with each other and for standing up to Shell and the corrupt Gardai.

Also praised for standing up to the Gardai and for seeing where this country was heading!

That's what we do- we get up and stand up- and we speak up- long may we continue.

On one of those occasions a very timid elderly woman came close and whispered to me " Are you the people in Mayo who were beaten up". Yes, we are the people from Mayo who were beaten up- but we are the people who will never be beaten down.

author by Benpublication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 15:42Report this post to the editors

Good insight into Prison life Niall

Well done to everyone fighting in MAYO

Love to all of you

hopefully see ya'll some time soon

Ben Reagan and Patch

author by Clarepublication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 15:49Report this post to the editors

Hi Niall,

Thanks for taking the time to write that up. An interesting, insightful read. Respect!

Solidarity,

Clare

author by Ferdia - S2Spublication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 16:05Report this post to the editors


........is just over a fifth of the €70 million that one man - Seán Fitzpatrick - helped himself to when this

country was being sucked dry by a small elite of gangsters and shysters ably supported by Ahearne

and his lapdogs. Fizpatrick is now flyiing in and out of this country giving a permatanned v-sign

(literally) to Ireland and its people. As things stand, neirher he, nor any of his fellow vultures will

spend a day in jail. It's quite likely they'll never pay back a penny either. Meanwhile you have ordinary

citizens like Niall, Maura Harrington and the Chief having their freedom taken away only because

they tried to protect their locality and highlight the unprecedented giveaway of our natural resourses to

a company who will sell it back to us at whatever the going rate is. When Ben wrote the w-word at the

bottom of his post, I presumed he was signing off with a fair analysis of himself. At this stage, even

the most ill-informed knuckle-dragger in the country knows how grevious this piece of treason is, and

how much one small community is being made to pay for trying to oppose it. So. in terms of stupidity,

Ben belongs to a subgroup of primates that, in terms of numbers at least, is even more elite than

the Golden Circle.

author by serfpublication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 16:35Report this post to the editors

Great piece Niall.

Unfortunately might be very useful in coming times for some of those that protest.

Thanks for writing this and for taking such a firm stand for the people of Ireland against the corporate and political crooks.

Some of us appreciate this greatly.

Please Ignore idiots like ben who don't seem to have the wit to understand who their real class enemies are

Solidarity!

author by Justin Morahanpublication date Thu Feb 09, 2012 18:47Report this post to the editors

A brilliant piece of writing Niall, you brought us right in there! Thanks to you and all the Shell to Sea and other protestors for standing up to corruption, injustice and State aggression. You put your freedom on the line.
Hold your head high.

author by Ciaron - Giuseepe Conlon House, London Catholic Workerpublication date Sat Feb 11, 2012 09:53Report this post to the editors

Thanks for the time and effort for putting this fine relfection together. Prison remains a site of significant social stuggle.. The struggle inside for prisoner's rights and the vison for abolishing this institution has often dovetailed into other campaigns on the outside that have brought imprisonment as a predictable consequence.

Longtime Catholic Worker Frank Cordaro, who was in Dublin last year advocating for Bradley Manning, is presently imprisoned in Des Moines/ Iowa/ USA for activism with the Occupy movement. These are his recent reflections from jail
http://www.indymedia.org.uk/en/2012/02/492165.html

Related Link: http://www.londoncatholicworker.org
author by W. Finnertypublication date Sat Feb 11, 2012 12:42Report this post to the editors

Many thanks for your very interesting account of prison life.

I can't help wondering if any thoughts of all the environmental problems caused by our Government's (Executive, Legislative, and Judicial) failures relating to ratification of the United nations Aarhus Convention Agreement, which are ongoing, ever crossed your mind while in Castlerea?

"To honest cop: 'I wonder if you have ever considered the fact that the Republic of Ireland Government is breaking the law in really major ways regarding a whole string of environmental issues, and that it has been doing so for several years now - and all with the tacit approval and support of the legal profession? For example, the Republic of Ireland signed the United Nation Aarhus Convention Agreement in 1998, and has been COMPLETELY, and unlawfully, ignoring it ever since'."

The above excerpt is from: http://www.shelltosea.com/node/1134

Related link: http://www.shelltosea.com/content/gormley-branded-%E2%8...ntion

author by The Shadowpublication date Tue Feb 14, 2012 01:01Report this post to the editors

A useful and very informative bit of writing and info..Although I mightnt agree with alot of Indymedia protests and causes.I certainly will fight with all means to allow you to do so and have your say in Ireland.

author by Tatzpublication date Thu Feb 16, 2012 02:45author address Graigue RathcabbinReport this post to the editors

Great piece Niall. Hope to meet again soon!

author by Rian - napublication date Wed Feb 22, 2012 21:22Report this post to the editors

Can someone from rossport camp email me their contact:
rianorr@hotmail.com

author by Dunkpublication date Fri Jan 18, 2013 19:19Report this post to the editors

Very sad news to all those working in and out of Ireland for a better world:

Niall died a little while ago after a short illness.

More news and tributes at
http://www.politicalworld.org/showthread.php?t=13658aa

author by wageslave - (personal capacity)publication date Fri Jan 18, 2013 20:28Report this post to the editors

A truly courageous individual, full of life.
It was a privilege to have met you.
You will be sorely missed.

-wageslave

author by Tatzpublication date Fri Jan 18, 2013 20:53Report this post to the editors

I am so glad I met you. A truly inspirational man. RIP Niall x

author by Conor Mpublication date Fri Jan 18, 2013 21:03Report this post to the editors

He will be dearly missed.

author by Parents of Nancy S.publication date Fri Jan 18, 2013 23:59Report this post to the editors

Niall, We met you and Carol, through our daughter Nancy. The few times we saw you, you came across to us as a very special person, your kindness, the way you would greet us, your smile. We admired your courage to fight for what is right and that is what all of us will remember. I know my Nancy and many many of your friends will miss you so much, specially Carol and your family Niall, but they are all fortunate to have had you as a friend, as a son, a brother, and a 'compañero solidario en la lucha. Hasta siempre Niall'. RIP.

author by Elricpublication date Sat Jan 19, 2013 01:40Report this post to the editors

Such a tragic loss.

Don't mourn, organise.

Attend a demo, write an article, make a donation.

Do it in memory of Niall.

author by Ciaron O'Reilly - Giuseppe Conlon House/ Londonpublication date Sat Jan 19, 2013 11:51Report this post to the editors

Shocked and saddened to hear of Niall's sudden death
Great guy, solid resister
Sympathy and condolences to his friends and family

Related Link: http://londoncatholicworker.org/
author by Justin Morahanpublication date Sat Jan 19, 2013 15:05Report this post to the editors

Niall. you legacy will live on in the lives and hearts of all who loved and admired you.

author by Brian Flannery - Justicepublication date Sat Jan 19, 2013 15:34Report this post to the editors

A true fighter for the ordinary people of Ireland, for our environment in particular. A true and committed gentleman who will be missed. Rest in Peace.

Shameful that today's media have not acknowledged this true citizen of Ireland.

Brian Flannery

author by Chestnut - Justicepublication date Sat Jan 19, 2013 15:41Report this post to the editors

Last night I realised I had not read Niall's article about Jail and then noticed RIP. Niall is a name that has featured through citizen journalism for a decade now and as can be seen from archive this man was dedicated to the public good and social justice.

Jail - I read this last night and all I can say is Niall, this is better than any thesis from a University and it should be core literature to those in penal reform, those in justice, to Judge Reilly, Inspector of Prisons, to learn from and to move human rights a stage further.

To a man who had so much more to give, my sympathy to his partner, his family, friends and all who worked with him and his quest for a better Ireland.

Chestnut

author by wageslave - (personal capacity)publication date Sat Jan 19, 2013 20:46Report this post to the editors

For those who wish to offer their condolences and tributes they may do so here:

http://www.rip.ie/death_notices_detail.asp?NoticeID=184605

author by Phelim Ridleypublication date Sun Jan 20, 2013 12:16Report this post to the editors

The following point may all be terribly obvious to people from that ‘neck of the woods’ but for punters coming from the northside some directions are needed.

The church is NOT Christ Church in RATHGAR. This building is at the junction of Rathgar Road and Highfield Road (which incidentally is a Presbyterian Church)

Niall Harnett’s funeral service is in Christ Church in TANEY VILLAGE. This building is located on the junction of Churchtown Road and Sweetmount Avenue (which incidentally is an Anglican Church).

Just to confuse the church-going-public even more Christ Church of Taney Road is sometimes signposted as Saint Nahi’s Church.

Incidentally the place is right beside the Dargan Luas Bridge.

Related Link: http://www.taneyparish.ie/findus.html
author by localpublication date Sun Jan 20, 2013 14:13Report this post to the editors

The directions in the above comment are wrong. That person has read the details in the link he provided incorrectly and has directed people to the dis-used church called St Nahi's. Nor am I sure where the Rathgar thing came into it.

Attached is a map. The X is where NOT to go and the red arrow is where to go. Just get off the LUAS and go up the hill. It is about 300 meters.

There is also a photo attached

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author by Tpublication date Sun Jan 20, 2013 18:46Report this post to the editors

I was very saddened to hear the news. Niall was a one of a kind. He is a huge loss to all of us.

author by Mary Kellypublication date Sun Jan 20, 2013 19:18Report this post to the editors

heartfelt condolences to Niall's partner family and friends.

Niall, your departure is a terrible loss, but we are enriched by the legacy of your inspiring work.
Buen camino

author by Helenpublication date Mon Jan 21, 2013 08:50Report this post to the editors

Very sad to hear - a good guy - will be missed. Condolences to his family and friends.

author by Martinpublication date Tue Jan 22, 2013 21:28Report this post to the editors

I had the pleasure of meeting Niall several times at Shell to Sea events, pickets etc and when he was assisting a Ms Tracey who was having her trees felled to allow for overhead wire installation.

Niall personally suffered for his convictions and these harrassments and encroachments upon his liberty are documented on this site.

Upon his release from jail after 5 months I had the privelege to join Niall and others and we drank tea on the banks of the Grand Canal in Dublin. He clearly relished his freedom and remarked to all of us gathered that "This is what is all about".

Niall had many interests, he loved life, he loved nature and he hated injustice. It was an honour to have known him.

He will be dearly missed by so many who value substance over froth and he perhaps embodied those age old questions : If I am not for myself who will be ? if I am only for myself what am I?

Farewell dear Niall. You and your spirit will always live in our hearts and like many others who have passed you life will continue to motivate us to always try to right the wrong.

Martin.

author by Tpublication date Thu Apr 04, 2013 22:01Report this post to the editors

This memorial video was posted on the ShellToSea website on 26th March 2013

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