Irish Prison Service deserves justice
THAT a prisoner produced a TV remote control in the Special Criminal Court, to prove his easy access to a mobile phone, should set the alarm bells ringing. That it wasn’t something more serious is of little comfort to the general public.
On joining the prison service in 1978, I found myself working within a system that would not be out of date a hundred years earlier. In fact, Mountjoy in the late 1800s was a more hygienic jail than the foul-smelling human zoo I entered for the first time in May 1978.
