once upon a time i was arrested for a crime, disqualified driving to be precise, i was arrested and subsequently remanded into custody, i was gutted as 6 months is the maximum sentence and there is the possibility that i could be on remand for longer than that, because of prison overcrowding i was to be placed in police detention which really is only adequate for 3-7 days detention at most, this alone was bad news, i was then transported to the main Bridwell. court detention cells in liverpool city centre, now this place had one hell of a bad reputation and believe me when i say this dungeon lived up too its rep, anyone who has been in there will know exactly what i mean, when i got there i was placed in a freezing cold dark damp cell whilst i was being processed ie signing paperwork, after what seemed like an eternity i was taken to a room with 3 big arsed,steroid munching giant coppers, i knew i had better be carefull because their attitude towards me was like i was scum and they were looking for a fight i could tell, the one sat down, asked me if i wanted to see a doctor, i did need to see one but i said NO this is because i already knew that if you said YES they would put on a white doctors jacket and state they were the doctor, from there you would be handcuffed arms behind back taken to the infamous cell 12 and thrown in there, no light as the window had a metal grill with a fan blowing freezing cold air in, then shackled to an old chain on wall and stripped naked, beaten with a mattress on top of you to lessen the injuries sustained by their truncheons, i know this as it happened to me but that is another story. luckily that did not happen to me this time, and no one asked for the doctor.hours had passed by now and i was taken to my cell, this was in a league of its own it was cold,Grimm,dull and the only air you got was 4 tiny drilled holes the bench that you sat on was about 15 cm wide,so putting the mattress on it was hard as it bent over the bench edge and you fell off, so hence you put the mattress on the cold dity stone floor, when eventually it was sleep time alls you could hear was inmates crying, coppers laughing and intimidating vulnerable people, that first night someone committed suicide, that’s how gruesome it was, next morning at 5-30 they woke us up to get a freezing shower, they purposely turned it to cold, they weren’t the rules, but they enjoyed it and did not hide the fact,after shower it was back to cell 8-30 was breakfast, cereal with spit in it and cold toast more spit and cold tea with more spit, eventually i didn’t mind the spit it became the norm, they hated Mancunians to start and always tried to push me into kicking off, we got one hour exercise in the afternoon, and basically it always ended up kicking off but this is what they wanted so they could kick and punch us to there hearts content, tea time was next to come everyday it was a jam sandwich with little jam and no butter and a small bowl of soup more like water, this is one place that you constantly lost weight, i had been in here for 5 months now, for banned driving, it was like torture and wrong, yes my fault you might say and i may agree but you do not expect this sort of treatment by people of the law, everyday there were beatings, and screaming and each time i thought to myself maybe someone might come to help us and see how its run, and it did 3 times it got shut down then reopened with the same bad cops, we were grown men who were terrified to speak up, and this is me only just doing it, one night in my cell after tea a copper was winding me up but this once i snapped and threw left over soup over the cop, you can imagine he was not pleased, they came from nowhere like they expected it, jumped on me, punched and kicked me and beat me with they’re sticks, i was in a bad way, so they put me in cell 12, naked and shackled, every so many hours they would run in and take photos of me and laugh it was so unreal, even my solicitor was refused entry until my wounds had healed, and people believe this does not happen,well it does and they got away with it, it seemed like eternity down there blacked out i never had no idea of time, it was so unreal, when they put me back upstairs i got to see my solicitor even he said it would be hard to get them done, as others had tried and they had broken limbs. So I didn’t even try, anyway after many, many complaints of beatings being shackled up stripped naked, refused visitors no legal aid something finally seemed to be done and it was closed down and an investigation or so we were led to believe because a few months later it was reopened with the same horrible, violent and sick coppers again, and nothing ever made it to the press, thank you for taking the time to read this and i hope you follow my future stories. thank you.
Gary's. true crime (life) 