The Brothel Keeper
This book portrays the imprisonment of a 60 year old man for the 'crime' of running a brothel in the northern Quaker town of Darlington. Starting with the day of sentence and whilst enduring the senseless and inhumane prison regime explicit recollections of happenings in the brothel. This man, married at the time was having an affair with a pretty 22 year old girl prior to and at the time of sentence. All is accidentally discovered by his wife whilst he is in prison, which leads to much heartache all round. It shows, through his eyes, the petty way the prison system runs and the cold indifference of a system supposed to support and retrain the inmate for a useful life in society. It portrays the lawyers and barristers that thrive on state money, not even doing the very basics, let alone the best for the client. It concludes with release day, this man having been completely stitched up by the system through the negligent defence lawyers, and still looming overhead is a 2.1 million confiscation order trial yet to follow. Does he get released to his wife or girlfriend, or nobody? Who is this man? ......... It's me, now 68 years old. Is it a story? ...........No, it's true, everything is as it happened but some names have been changed."
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