Again, only second-hand information i’m afraid.
During my childhood, my mother, my younger sister and i spent every Saturday morning for two and a half years making the journey in to Sydney’s Long Bay Jail to visit my stepfather.
He and a few friends had been busting growing a rather huge quantity of marijuana on a farm at a place called Mullumbimby, in the far north of New South Wales. I remember the day he got busted. We were all sitting around watching the TV when suddenly five or six cop cars descended on the place. The cops turned the place upside down searching for more stuff (drugs, seeds, etc.), and then arrested my mother and stepfather and took them away. We were left to stay with friends. The cops, by the way, were all extremely nice. No strongarm tactics, and they were joking around with us kids, and with our parents. Just doing their job.
My mother was bailed out the next day, and in the end she was not charged. As far as i know, she never knew about the dope until the raid. We were on a 200 acre farm in the rainforest, and she never went more than about 10 yards from the house because she was scared of snakes. I remember the look of shock on her face the day the cops turned up, and seeing the blood drain from her face when they said why they were there.
Anyhow, he was sentenced to 8 years, with a non-parole period of two and a half. As i said, we went to visit him every Saturday. For the first few months he was in the maximum security wing, and all visits were carried out under close supervision, with glass and wire mesh separating the visitors from the prisoners. Then he was moved to the medium security section, and while there was still a glass partition, visits were not so closely monitored. And for the last year and a half, he was in the minimum security section, where visits were held in a courtyard on benches. Much more civilised. In the last few months of his sentence, he was allowed a few day releases to come and see us at home.
After he got out, he never really settled into a real job, and he and my mother divorced a few years later. She then married a cop.
The last time i saw him, i was about 18. Then he just disappeared, and i had no idea where he had gone. A few months later, the Drug Squad turned up on my doorstep asking when i had last seen him. I told them that i hadn’t seen him for about three months. They said he was wanted for growing a large crop of marijuana, and they thought he might have left the country.