Showing posts with label South African prisons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label South African prisons. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 2, 2018

Letter from a prisoner - Entering the mind of a rapist

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Throughout the ages, one of the most perplexing of man’s actions is that of rape. Criminologists, sociologists, psychiatrists and the like all attempt to understand and rationalize the inherently irrational, without reaching any implicit conclusions. The fact that rape is not confined to any one race, culture, faith, socio-economic class, age or even gender only compounds the issue. Rape is baffling even though we live in an age in which promiscuity, infidelity and pornography have pervaded all spheres of society. Even within the confines of prison are rapists not understood and are consequently relegated to the lowest rungs of prison hierarchies.  

Recent heinous events locally as well as high profile convictions abroad compelled me to search for answers to a question that has periodically crossed my mind over the years of my incarceration- Why do men rape?
Instead of re-visiting theories found in textbooks, I embarked on attempts to enter the minds of actual convicted rapists. Under the promise of complete anonymity, several rapists opened up to me in informal discussions. The interviews that I share provide interesting perspectives on this epidemic but should in no way be construed as anything conclusive but merely as a cursory glance into the minds of rapists.

The first offender that I interviewed is a coloured man from a middle class background. After a night of partying with his friends, he was barely sober enough to drive himself home to his wife of roughly a year. He found his wife in bed and proceeded to initiate sex. His advances were turned down vocally and physically. He would not accept her refusal and proceeded to rape her. As a man he believes that he was entitled to sex whenever he wanted it from his wife. He does not believe that she had the right to refuse her husband. His perverse understanding of marriage is that when his wife said “I do” she became his to do with whatever and whenever he wanted. When questioned as to why he did not stop when she cried and fought him, he replied that she deserved to be hurt as she had hurt him more by refusing him.

Another rapist that I talked to is an uneducated black man from a township outside of Pretoria. He and two cronies felt that they had a right to rob white people. Democracy failed to give them a better life, so they felt that they would simply take what they were meant to inherit. During one robbery, they found the lady of the house at home. The leader of the trio said that they would never get to experience an upper class white lady and proceeded to rape her. He then encouraged his mates to also partake as they “shared everything.” They felt that a victim could regain their material possessions; armed robbery was not enough, so something more was needed to leave their mark on the victim.

A young man from a remote rural area was always turned down by women. They mocked him for being “ugly,” “lazy,” and a mommies boy. The only way to prove his manliness and satisfy his desires of sex and revenge on women was to rape them. Over the course of 2 years, he raped his way from town to town before the bright lights of the city attracted him. In the proverbial candy store, he increased his exploits before eventually being apprehended. He claims to have raped over 40 women though he was convicted for “only” 6. For him, the ability to dominate and intimidate proved to be an aphrodisiac. When asked why he did not simply utilize prostitutes, he said that aside from it being a waste of money, prostitutes were “dirty” and would not have satisfied him the way rape did.

Another conversation was with a white man who is over 6 feet tall and weighs over 120 kilograms. He and his girlfriend often took care of his niece as her mother worked long hours. He did not tell anyone that he was into kiddie pornography and soon fantasized about his niece. One day he was left to babysit the child alone and his fantasy became a reality, as he raped the 8 year old girl.

Another white man raped or sodomized children under his care as a music professor, who tutored kids at the local church. In court, he claimed to have raped the children as an expression of his immense love for the children. Now, as a born-again, he rationalizes his acts by saying that he only did to those kids what his uncle had done to him as a young boy.

After these and other discussions a small part of me is able to comprehend the atrocities that took place but for the most part I am more perplexed than before. Rape defies logic and reason and why men rape will perhaps always remain a mystery.


Friday, August 24, 2018

Letter from a prisoner - Scandals

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To varying degrees, it seems that every community has an innate perspicacity for scandal. The continued success of television soapies is indicative of our , excuse the pun, lust for scandal. Scandal seems to know no boundaries, for it is rather rife even within the seemingly sterile confines of prison; and with levels higher in intensity than the scripted screen narratives lol.
 Recently, social and mainstream media were abuzz with the solo exploits of a female prisoner. She used her cellular phone to create an explicit video of herself, which I am told would rival a hardcore pornographic production. The authorities were naturally furious but ultimately were unable to mete out the relevant punishment when it emerged that the video was ordered by her female warden lover. The young lady was however assaulted by fellow inmates- they were asked to do so by another inmate who believed she was in an exclusive relationship with the said warden.
Although I have known it for some time, I still find it baffling as to why male wardens are not allowed to work in female prisons. It may seem logical that they are simply protecting female prisoners from exploitation by the male authorities but this is not the case. On the contrary, it is male wardens who have been the victims of sexual abuse in female prisons and they simply cannot cope in female prisons.
Whilst scandals are the norm at the female prison across the road, the male prisons do not lag far behind. About a month ago, the deputy head of the prison led her searching unit on a rare night raid. As always, a few mobile phones were among the confiscated contraband. One phone was of particular interest to the internal security officer who inspected the contraband as he logged it. On the young man’s phone, he found numerous seductive and nude selfies of none other but the, then, deputy head herself! It then came to light that she had been involve in a virtual relationship with the young man for some time, virtual only as their plans for a more physical encounter were yet to materialize.
The now ex-deputy head is not the first and will certainly not be the last to be embroiled in scandalous activity. She should, perhaps, have learnt from some of her fellow colleagues one of whom was caught on two different occasions, at two different prisons, in the throes of passion with prisoners. This particular woman seems to be in candy land at work, for she has now gone even further than her own interests by selecting one of the hundreds of young men on offer to be her daughters boyfriend.
Aside from the inevitable prisoner/warder or prisoner/prisoner affairs, it is almost impossible for a prisoner to have a physical relationship with anyone else. Almost, being the operative word as nobody is as adapt at finding loopholes as a prisoner.
Legal visits were one such loophole that was exploited for some time, and would have carried on if it were not for the exuberance of one young man. Legal visits are not restricted like regular visIts, they are allowed on any day of the week and do not have a set time limit. They used to also take place in a private windowless room to ensure lawyer/client confidentiality. A prisoner whose wife is a lawyer made the most of this privacy during a legal visit from her. A few subsequent successful trysts brought his entrepreneurial skills to the fore. He arranged fake credentials for a prostitute, which fooled the authorities who allowed her into the prison as a lawyer. Naturally, she became a very,very popular lawyer. She had many successful satisfied clients before one guy could not contain his satisfaction and his shrieks of pleasure were mistaken as cries for help thereby alerting the guards.
What transpires behind these high walls is crazy indeed, and no one would be forgiven for thinking that prison must be a monotonous, boring ordeal lol. What surprises me is not the frequency of these events but rather the frequency with which I am asked about these types of happenings. Whether within or beyond these walls, it seems there is always an appetite for scandal!

Thursday, July 12, 2018

Letter from a prisoner - ring ring


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Weekends are the only time we are allowed to use the public phone or receive visits. These privileges change the atmosphere in the prison totally.As soon as the prison is opened, inmates rush to the phone to book their place in the queue. Inmates are given 10 minutes per turn. One has the option of returning to the queue as many times, as time will allow. The calls are not monitored in any way. Sometimes one is able to make 2 calls per day.There is a constant buzz around the phone. Inmates in the queue jostle for position whilst others animatedly relay their phone conversations to friends. Opportunists will try persuading those close to their turn to give them a few minutes of their allotted time.
The queue is always the site of heated arguments because of guys trying to sneak their way ahead of others. Time keeping is also an issue. The onus is on the person first in the queue to keep track of the time of the person in the phone booth. The person calling also keeps track of his time. Often, the timing does not tally resulting in heated argument and occasionally resulting in blows.Foremost on the agenda of anyone wanting to call is not how their dear ones are doing; but rather when they will be visiting and what they need. After using the phone, the look on the face of the inmate tells the story of his phone call. A worried or dejected face means only one thing, nobody is coming to visit. For smokers this means; at least another week before their supply is replenished, and a long week ahead incurring much debt by taking cigarettes on credit, from inmates who sell at a high price or high interest rate.I have yet to see anyone emotional after a phone call for any reason other than hearing the news that they won’t be getting visitors.

For a small portion of the populous, phone calls are a time to find out about the happenings in their loved ones lives. Not knowing what is going on in loved ones lives is a terrible feeling. A weekly update in ten minutes revives the spirit to fight through until the next weekends call.
There are times when one has to deliberate, often for days, about who the precious call will be made to. 10 minutes is never enough for one proper conversation so trying to call more than one person is rare.
There are times when the phones are out of order; sometimes all the phones in the prison are affected, resulting in misery for all. There are 2 phones in my section, at the moment 1 is not working at all. In essence this means 94 inmates have to use 1 phone, one is lucky to get in 1 phone call at the moment.
This is not all that bad compared to the ultra-maximum prison I was at. There, one was only allowed 1 call every fortnight. There were however ways to beat the system and call every weekend, naturally this came at a price.
During the week, the public phones are locked. The only way of being able to make calls is by submitting a request to call an educational institute or one's lawyer. These calls are monitored by the officials. Every week, one has to be opportunistic and creative in trying to get in a call to loved ones. For a while, once the official got my lawyer on the line and then excuses himself; I had the lawyer connect me to whomsoever I wanted to call.
Inmates also try to persuade the social workers or psychologists to allow them to call. This desperate route is a lengthy process but is generally a rewarding one. Not only is one able to call, one is able to call using the prisons' phone and not restricted to ten minutes.

The desire to be in touch with loved ones also leads many to illegally obtaining cell-phones. Cell-phones are brought in by officials for
around R400.00 or smuggled in at visits. Most officials are corrupt and always keen to make some extra money, so cell-phones are always in abundance. The latest phones can be found in prisons even though the consequences for being caught in possession of one are serious. Almost every week routine searches result in many phones being confiscated, only for the same inmates to get new ones quickly.
Cellular phones do not hold their value in prison. Inmates sell their phones to one another at a fraction of their street value. Generally a basic model costs between R100 and R200; whilst a camera-phone goes for between R200 and R400 depending on the model. High end models like Samsung cost around R800.
On the inside, accessories are not a big market. The only accessory that is always in demand is chargers. These cost roughly R50. As cell-phones and chargers are seen as disposable or flushable when searching happens, there is always a demand.
Airtime is also a big market. Those who do not receive visits ask their family and friends to send them airtime which they then sell to fellow inmates. The airtime is sold at a minimum of 30% less than the actual Rand value; nowhere will anyone be able to get airtime as cheap. The rewards a phone brings far outweighs the risks, so cell-phones will always be found in prisons.

In the technological world we live in today, we are all inadvertently oblivious to the incredible power of communication. The ability to be in contact with those we love is something we take for granted. When I had all the means at my disposal, I hardly maintained contact with those who I yearn for today.
So whilst it’s nice to update your status, upload selfies or post random thoughts for the world to see; take the time and means you have to just lift the phone and personally share your feelings the old fashioned
way. Better still is to spend quality time with those dear to you before all you have is memories.