Going to Prison is not easy for anybody—least of all someone who has been convicted of a hate crime, especially given how multicultural and diverse the Prison estate is. You can literally go from the docks of the highest Court in the land where your ‘comrades’ are saluting you, through to the darkest and most depraved place in the country.
I had to learn the hard way because there was nobody who could have told me or prepared me for what was to come. My very first Prison was in London, and it was such a multicultural place and at first this felt incredibly intimidating. I was offered a Place on the Sex-Offenders Wing as a matter of precaution given the seriousness of my offences—but decided to decline and stay on main population to maintain some aspect of social respect and dignity.
At first, I was very guarded and kept my wits about me always—very distanced from Prisoners of different races to my own—I wanted to maintain my National Socialist identity and ideology in the fullest way possible. After time elapsed, it became apparent that this was not possible as I was constantly drawn into situations which led me to challenge my own beliefs and gradually the barrier around me started to drop. Having meaningful engagements and interactions with people of different Races would ultimately prove the best antidote for my Far-Right views and beliefs—because hitherto, I had no interactions with people of different Races. I would be pleasantly surprised following these interactions because it left me to realise that I had been totally wrong, and in time I would make friends with different people who I could never have expected to during my time in the Far-Right.
Being in Prison and as a Far-Right Extremist gave me the ammunition needed to openly challenge my own views within. Sure—it was no easy ride, and at times proved to be the most challenging obstacle to overcome, but I made it happen. Many people are quick to make negative remarks about the justice system in this Country, but I found that not only did my Sentence serve my victims Justice, but also it gave me the chance to change my life around and repent for my Far-Right views.
See—here is the thing, Far-Right Extremism is totally incompatible in Prison (unless you choose to isolate yourself and have no interactions during your stay). The very set-up of Prison means that you must speak with other people, sometimes even come to rely on other people to survive. I remember speaking to a group of Reggae loving Rastafarians who remembered the Brixton Race Riots and one of them had their daughter murdered in a Racist attack. I felt a great degree of sympathy for this Man and yet guilt, for having been involved in the Far-Right myself.
Prison can be a life-changing experience for anybody involved—you can really use this to change your life and then when you leave, be ready to move on from what you went in for initially. This is not an experience you will ever forget and at times will be incredibly dark and fearsome, but if you are able to overcome this then greater things await in the long run