So many questions
I so hear where John Basset is coming from (No one knows, letters October 20). My son ended his life just a month ago in Paremoremo Prison. He'd been in Ngawha prison, where he knew he was close to home, whenua, maunga, iwi, hapu, and most of all whanau, including his eight siblings. Transported to Serco (Auckland) without notice a couple of times, known to him as a concrete box, couldn't see blue sky, green grass or smell fresh air, all things that were taken for granted.
He fought for his life as fights were randomly set up or organised basically every day. For the sake of staying alive he kept himself fit and healthy, both mentally and physically.
Unfortunately, whilst visiting at Serco, my mokos were unable to give their father cuddles or a peck on the cheek as he was kept in a viewing box, only able to clearly touch hand on hand on the glass window. On visiting the next day my moko said, "I hope I can give Dad a hug today." No such luck.
After writing to Serco, and help from MP Kelvin Davis voicing to media how badly managed Serco prison was, my son was returned to Ngawha. Sigh of relief, easy visitation by whanau. He was relieved to be at Ngawha prison. Great sense of humour, happy-go-lucky, well-liked by prison wardens and other inmates. Up until my son was sentenced he knew what the consequences were. He was willing to do his time.
