Australian activist Brendon O’Connell, 42, was arrested and jailed in 2009 for making “anti-Semitic” statements. He was released last January. Life can be easy in a West Australian prison if you “play ball” but that isn’t Brendon’s style.
“You haven’t seen pathetic, desperate, and low-life until you’ve been to jail. Sad fact is you end up heading that way yourself – how else do you get along? Especially in maximum security. “
by Brendon O’Connell — (henrymakow.com) April 24, 2014
I’ve been out of jail for just on three months – since January 23rd 2014. It feels like jail is a distant memory. I feel like I’ve simply been transferred to a “Extra Minimum” security jail with internet and shopping privileges rather than “freedom.”
Henry, you asked me about the psychological aspects of jail and “maturing”. Well, jail was an incredibly stressful time for me and I have an extremely high threshold for stress – so when I say it was stressful, I mean it was stressful.
This was partly of my own making. It was clear the establishment wanted to make my ride as easy as possible. They wanted me to shut up. They wanted me to apologize and simply leave the [Jewish] issue alone.
Most of all they wanted me to admit I was “bi-polar” and needed medication. In fact, they pushed that one all day, every day, and twice on Tuesdays.
Apparently my “talking fast” and “fearlessness” indicated a clear mental illness – bipolar…with aspects of “delusional” fantasies.
You know, “fantasies” of people out to get me; fantasies of speaking with a High Court Appeals Barrister who traveled the world over seeing high profile court cases (Dr Walsh); fantasies of the Israeli Ambassador interfering in my case; fantasies of being invited out for coffee with the head of counter terrorism in this State; fantasies of speaking with a journalist in the US with contacts with Iranian leadership (Mark Glenn); fantasies, fantasies, fantasies.
Eventually, after many “assessments,” they worked out my “fantasies” were true. My paperwork being online and my hunger strike helped. Clearly one level of ‘upper’ prison management knew what was happening but another didn’t. In fact, I was begged by one level of prison security to please stop being so provocative in my letters (whatever that meant) as he had the Australian Federal Police and other government agencies giving him grief all day.
In fact, he asked me to go underground, to keep completely silent and do my time quietly. Apparently, the AFP and local counter terrorism were running around all day all over the Western Australian prison system threatening the large Muslim communities in the jails with all sorts of sanctions if they didn’t ignore me and spoke with me.
“PAIN IN THE ARSE”