On the 28th of January, I was arrested.
Drug dealers intimidated me into accepting to hude a luggage full of drugs and weapons in my house, and I kept it for two days before the police found out.
This experience was an eye-opener on what the police, the justice system and jails are in France and I want to talk about it. It's really bad.
I fully cooperated with the police, hoping that they would understand that I, the polite guy with no prior antecedents and pony plushies was not a member of the gang they were looking for. I was quickly placed in custody and was told it should last 24h, for my case was benign. I accepted no money, no drug in exchange for taking the luggage and thus was merely a tool for the dealers. That was the first lie I was fed.
When I arrived in the police station I was informed that I had refused to have a lawyer and to talk to my family. I was never asked if I wanted any of that. I was also told that if I called a lawyer, I would be left alone for hours in custody and that would change nothing. Second lie. Thinking, naively, that the situation would be solved soon I relented and left it at that. That was my biggest mistake. Do no trust cops. Call a lawyer.
Custody is hell. It's torture, and it's not a big, it's a feature. You're alone, in a 2m² cell, without any item authorised in (save maybe for the different papers they make you sign). There's no sunlight, no clock, nothing except the lightbulb always shining through the transparent walls. You quickly lose any sense of time and latch on anything able to provide stimulation. It's hell, and many people in custody lose it after a few hours and become violent or self-harm.
I spent 48h there, I had at least 4 panic attacks and couldn't eat. I was promised that I could have my medication. I could not. I was promised I would see a doctor. I did not. I was promised I could call my friends and/or family to let them know where I was. I. Could. Not. (It took weeks of tireless efforts for all my friends to know what had happened to me and a month for their letter to reach me. The police did everything they could to obstruct their research.).
After 48h I was indicted (because my court-appointed lawyer didn't see fit to defend my case) and sent to the prison of Seysse. It was better than custody, in the same way that breaking one leg is better than breaking both.
Seysse is a concentration of mean-spirited micro-aggressions, frustrations and dismissals. It's France's racism, ableism and classism laid bare. Prisons are about punishment. There's no justice or rehabilitation there there, only punishment and negative reinforcement. The result is saddeningly obvious: the overwhelming majority prisoners "relapse", or don't see any value in their detention (for there is none).
I was a prison abolitionist before, but now that I've seen how bad it is in France I know this system has to go. The amount of bullshit you're subjected to, the ridiculous bureaucracy, the cynicism and hostility of most of the jailors in addition to the freedom you're deprived on is staggering.
There's much more to say, but most of it is just reitaration of how much prison sucks.
I'm free now, but I lost 3 months of my life to a senseless system, something inside me is still broken and I was one of the lucky ones. This whole system has to go. It's not that it doesn't work. It's worse than that. It breaks people and makes them worse than they were before. It's a negative way to deal with anti-social behaviours.






















