THE BIG HOUSE, WHERE FOOD OPTIONS ARE LIMITED AND MOVIE CHOICES ARE SUBOPTIMAL AT BEST

Prison changes a man. Hard time turns a fellow against the world and against himself. Just ask Morgyn Quinn, who went inside as a young climate activist but emerged broken, bitter and upset that he didn’t receive the vegetarian equivalent of a Red Rooster chicken wrap.

Morgyn Quinn on the outside

Prison changes a man. Hard time turns a fellow against the world and against himself. Just ask Morgyn Quinn, who went inside as a young climate activist but emerged broken, bitter and upset that he didn’t receive the vegetarian equivalent of a Red Rooster chicken wrap.

Arrested earlier this month along with about 70 other Extinction Rebellion speed humps, Quinn’s harrowing tale reveals shocking deprivation:

Despite being held in Brisbane’s watch-house for fewer than 24 hours, Quinn, has written a tell-all of his experience for Extinction Rebellion sympathisers …

After a couple of hours in the cells – in which he says warm clothes and socks were taken from him by police – Quinn explained his mood started taking a dive.

“The floor is concrete, the benches are metal and the sadistic bastards are pumping the aircon ...”

But it got worse for Quinn when the guard asked who would require a vegetarian meal for lunch.

“He passes us an apple and bowl of cabbage … The other lads get a chicken Red Rooster wrap.”

Why, it’s basically Alcatraz minus Al Capone and the Birdman.

After hot chips are delivered, he said he sat “in the corner cold and depressed with my knees under my prison shirt, head on my knees.

“I can’t keep up the charade of masculinity any more. I want my mum.”

Then the torture began:

At 9pm he starts watching the movie Waterworld, which he described as “the world’s worst film and an ironic choice of film from the cops seeing that the ice caps have obviously melted”.

Soon he starts yelling for blankets, admitting he has “cracked”, and gets what he demanded.

Not even the most hardened prison screw can resist a heartfelt blankie plea. The full text of Quinn’s jail diary reveals further horrors:

3PM

I start a game of charades with the lads

3.15PM

charades end, dejected apathy continues

Quinn should’ve taken up a different prison hobby.

I start chanting Hare Krishna in my head in an effort to relax

Always works for me. No, wait; in my version I imagine cooking Hare Krishnas. Even Quinn’s release was traumatic:

An old uniformed geezer grabs me by the arm and says Quinn?

Yeah

And he bustles me into the lift downstairs.

You believe in climate change? he chuckles.

The brute!

Protesting is our right, and we should not be punished and deprived of liberty for excessive amounts of time for exercising our right.

He was arrested for blocking traffic and depriving people of their right to freely travel. This bloke isn’t big on self-awareness.

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