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Chapter 3

THE INSTINCT TO FIGHT AUTHORITY

Once again I was back in HMP Highdown.

Walking through the reception doors I soon see a few screws I knew, I hated this place and the screws hated me too. I tried to sound civil as they locked eyes with me, “hello guv how you been” I was almost black from spending months on the run sunbathing, and the screws soon picked up on the tan. Roni Biggs is back they said, the small talked helped to break down the cold apnosere in the reception area. All the banter helped to mask the nerves I had due to phone and other stuff I had hidden (inside me). all I was interested in was the BOSS chair, it’s a chair they sit you on that can detect metal and phones that have been hidden inside the human body! I was on edge, where is it? My eyes were searching the area, I asked a reception inmate orderly where it was and then I see it, sat there, a big grey thing that to me looked like a executioners electric chair just waiting to stitch me up, I went into full chat up mode and chatted the screw up as much as I could to try to take his mind off putting me on the chair, “sit there Longy” he said, my heart was pounding, I didn’t want to start my bird off by getting caught with a phone, it would totally mess up my chances of getting a good job and would also make me a security risk and get me placed on closed visits meaning I wouldn’t be able to hold my kids or Siana, the stakes were quite high. I walked over to the chair praying it wouldn’t go off, my brain was trying to remember the wording of the sales man that claimed it was “BOSS chair proof” BEEP! It went off before I could even lower my bum fully onto the base! Oh S**T, I thought this is it. Looking up sheepishly I tried not to react as if it didn’t even bleep “oh you have metal on the pockets of your jeans” the officer said, expecting him to ask me to lower my jeans and sit on it naked I started to unbutton them, I had an excuse for the metal in my body, I have a massive scar on my lower belly, it looks like I’ve been cut open by a shovel! I would tell the screw It was a gunshot wound and I had a bullet lodged in my lower spine.

The story was just about to fall out of my mouth then unexpectedly he told me not to bother and ushered me into the Strip area for a full body Search. Standing there naked I was waiting for him to get the wand, the hand held metal detector and go over my mid section with it, but this officer wasn’t on the ball and soon told me to put my clothes back on. I had made it through security! I was in Highdown from October 2013 to September 2014 serving the 10 months licence recall from the theft of three Bentleys valued at £365.000 back in 2008, but also on remand for Handling the stolen Ferrari.

Stubbornness and pride were ruling my life, the fight that had been planted deep inside me during my life. The hate and distrust for authorities was too great, they had let me down by throwing me out of boarding school aged 15 and I blamed the authorities for the way my life turned out. (I’ll write about that later). Having been ordered to serve the remanieder of my licence (10 months) and being charged with the fearrari at the same time the right thing to have done was to plead guilty to the Ferrari at the frist court hearing and serve whatever sentence I got alongside(concuuernt) with the 10 months licence recall time, well, that was the sensible thing to do! But I was far from sensible! Years of fighting the authorities had built up a hard shell around me, a shell of defiance, and sadly not having anyone I could trust to give me advise I spent the next 10 months in the most manipulative way possible causing the prison, police and courts the most hassle I could, this was helped when I got hold of the law books (the enemies rule books), Arch Bold, Blackstone’s Criminal Law Practice, Pace 1984 all the codes of practice, CPIA criminal procedures and investigation act 1996 Part 2, and the polices own training books covering procedure! I spent 10 hours a day some days reading and making notes! The drive to beat this case had taken over my mind completely.

October, December, January, February, March, passed quickly then April came the date of the first trial, I was taken to Guildford crown court, the main witness didn’t turn up, great we thought case dropped, but no they allowed the police time to go get him, he came to court and the trial began, to cut a long story short 3 days into it I fired the barrister, the case was not going

my way and with my knowledge of the law I knew I could manipulate my way to new trial date, using a few legal arguments I managed to get the judge to fix a new date, a sense of victory ran through me, I had caused the police and courts a lot of hassle and managed to waste over 15 witnesses time by having them wait around in court all week.

The new trial date was set for 29 September, I got a new firm of solicitors, this time I chose to use an firm a few of the major drug dealers in Highdown use, thinking that they would put up more of a fight, months of studying the law in depth and writing legal arguments, asking the new solicitors to run applications to dismiss based on breaches of the CPIA and Pace 1984 codes 3.5, the polices failure to investigate the crime properly e.g. speak to 19 witnesses that that worked at the garage of Roland, the main witness, due to legal aid issues and the lack of funding my arguments weren’t taken to court by my solicitors, I started to write to the court myself, making applications to dismiss!

The solicitor soon started to listen to me and contacted me assuring me he knows what he’s doing and to leave it to him, reluctantly I did, the week before the trial and I still hadn’t seen a barrister yet, the Friday before the Monday the trial was due to start a meeting was set up with my trial barrister at Guildford crown court, the problem with that was I was at HMP Highdown, the court issued a production order for me to attend but due to my refusal to be transported in the conventional way e.g. the sweat box, insisting on a taxi due to anxiety attacks, I didn’t make it to that meeting as the prison failed to book my taxi on time.

Monday 29th September came, sat down stairs’ in the court holding cells without seeing anyone from my legal team until 3pm! I didn’t once open my legal papers instead choosing to read the bible I had taken with me, Ephesians 4:28 “a thief shall steal no longer but work with his hands so he can help those in need” during my 10 months I had got deep into studying the bible and getting close to God in prayer, it was a battle..Trust God or myself? I was too immature in the faith to trust God fully and sadly the battle continued.

4pm the cell door opened the barrister said they court can’t facilitate to trial and I was bailed until the next available trail date April 27th 2015! I thought that was it God had freed me, leaving the court that day I felt like Moses when God had parted the red sea, any thoughts of going back to jail were pushed to the back of my mind, I was sure God had freed me and I would not taste jail again. To be continued....