A Reformation In The Making


In this instance, I would like to request that you read until the very end as all will be revealed. I thank you for your time and patience meanwhile.

I will never forget my very first and last experience of being at Holloway Prison.

Its fortified entrance gave no clues as to what to expect, only that it was an unfeeling, antiseptic, claustrophobic place for some to call home, with steely bars for company and heavyset doors that clanged without fail much to one’s indignation. I felt watchful beady eyes being set upon me but since I could not work out specifically why, this gave me some cause for concern.

Suddenly, a closed door opened, giving way to a sense of extra space; guards cautiously checked the others through but stopped to scrutinise me. “Open your mouth” one demanded. I nervously opened my mouth. “Lift your tongue,” she sternly added whilst taking a good peek. “Move your tongue from side to side” I made sure to do as I was told right there and then, after all I had nothing to hide. Quite literally too, which registered and explained the eagle eyes.

Scores of tables with chairs on either side soon filled the room with babbling inmates. Whilst patiently parked, I remained lost for words, unable to anticipate still, what was yet to come.

In looking around hesitatingly for a friendly face, one finally appeared much to my relief, a sense of familiarity overcame me and in her happiness, she rushed over.

As we sat, I studied her face to see how she was, not knowing when we would be able to see one another again, not knowing when our quality time together would end, however short and sweet it was meant to be.

When at once her face dropped, our time together had come to cease. She put on a brave face having got up first to say her goodbye’s but as she turned to leave, she placed her hands over her face – her immensely emotive tears could no longer be suppressed.

I duly felt her pain and once more, I was rendered speechless and lost, not knowing where to go or what to do next. I understood right there and then, such the consequences of breaking the law.

Except… I was free to go, home, and do as I wished whereas she could not. For the rest of that particular day, I was unusually reflective, quiet and appreciative of all the surrounding home comforts but perhaps most of all, the sense of being free; to be the best a person could strive to be.

In order to get the best we deserve, we have to give our best otherwise; we deserve whatever we give.

This is why my friends, one should always read until the very end before judging a book by its cover (a person) on the introduction (appearances) alone as not to jump to any conclusions thus refraining from making any potentially dangerous assumptions…

Do not be afraid of or to change… 🙂

~ SJ (Sara Jae)

Deaf Pounds.

Deaf pounds

I find myself having to crouch down and crick my neck whilst tolerating strange looks from the general public and seeing them wondering “what’s the matter with her?!” searching for the till display in more and more (little) shops and cafes these days as a lot of shops tend to obscure their price displays or do not have them on show at all which means many deaf people as a consequence experience problems with understanding staff vocally and get extremely un-necessarily stressed.

The law concerned is the invitation to treat. If you cannot understand the assistant and the display is covered then you can not respond to the invitation. They must have their price display in clear view – It is THE LAW that the till price is visible to the customer. The price must be visible at point of sale. Otherwise, this is actually against the Law.

Obscuring the “invitation” also gives them a way out in ripping people off….. Easier for market stalls to do this… One could try asking them to price their products as it would benefit them and their customers. I would also ask to speak to the manager and make a complaint to them – just to see their faces ;-)  Once or twice I have tried to “inform” the shop assistant but got blanked… We are all learning something new every day and it is educational all the same. Businesses will only end up losing customers and remain oblivious to what’s at fault. A bit like radios in the *olden days* who broadcasted adverts for the deaf… and newspapers were advertising for the blind… it’s 2014 now….(!)

Hence the term “Deaf pounds” because deaf people do not want to go through the hassle of finding out how much a product is and more than likely, we will choose to put the product down and go where it is more comfortable or not at all. Therefore we save money! There also seems to be a stigma that deaf people want most everything for free which is another alternative definition to the term. It’s apparently the deaf way.

The people to complain to about the tills being obscured or not on display, if necessary are our local council Trading Standards Dept (see their websites) Alternatively we can report this as it is an offence and they are rather surprised that this is happening as it is a serious offence. The phone number to call is the CAB Consumer Helpline 08454 04 05 06 

If you experience issues with your call being refused or unaccepted due to the fact there is a third party, please refer them to this link as it is a breach of the Equality Act.

One can also use this link to assist you with reporting a problem to Trading Standards.

The legislation concerned is the (if one wished to refer retailers to) is the Sale of Goods Act, 1979.

I would also like to take a moment to thank someone who spilt sweat, blood and money trying to get the vital information for our rights. Thank YOU. You know who you are :-)

~ SJ (Sara Jae)