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You must be wondering what is fishy about this whole ordeal, Looks like I just made it to the oroom at the right time. First of all allow me to say this is my first ever interaction on these kinds of forums, my only precept about prisons in Lebanon were the fact that these are not luxurious condos with multiple star commodious facilities, no massage parlors and definitely not a place to ask the nice attendants for what is vulgarly referred to as a "happy ending".
Roumieh is one of the only three establishments in the country to host entire schools of criminal thought, whether it was narcotics, murder, theft or rape... solicitation for any... even less endangering specimens with a minor infraction on their resumes can still find a cubicle to share with their facsimiles. Prisoners are literally stacked and pickled like oysters in a can, anyone who dared to venture around and commit the mistake of visiting a relative behind bars cannot but describe the stench and putrid smell of death emanating from every corner of the mad house. Death is not actually present there, yet many speak of it as if it were a daily companion, justice could not provide a cure for their desolate ills but they wish that it could.
A prisoner in Lebanon cannot work after he is out no matter how many correctional tasks and probation years they will assign him, a black dot is forever on his record and in his heart he has already failed. Many are there sharing the same resentment and a lot because the ball in court could not display a solid payoff, they become experts in judicial manners and know exactly where they stand in the face of absolution. Although crimes differ in levels of severity and thus in severity of the punishment "Roumieh" is no place for ethical or reasonable reward, all the inmates share common spaces and the place is transformed into a universal shell of filth and acrimony, innocents become vile for the outsider and they rejoin the ranks of social wasteland with their foolhardy cell communes.
Drugs in there are a sine qua none, more so a kind of currency, no one is sober in there, and if you can recall the ISF operation more than a half year ago, the one intended to reorganize and compartmentalize "non desirables" apart from the rest of the bunch... an operation highly lauded for its level of security and humane-ness by Minister. Mashnouk himself, remind yourself of the homemade arsenal of weaponry that was skinned from areas of the jail and even human bodies you can never imagine would fit so much. Of course the whole move was machined by officials in utmost unanimous consent, a political success was needed at the time to ensure some Sunni Gauntlet still held its end in the bargain while Hariri was in Paris and the Hezb amassing myths about its regional effrontery, furthermore the success was dedicated to his grace that same night on Kalam Ennas. Khaled el Daher was held down soon to be self-enabled when he missed the limelight (it was another Mashnouk escapade: removing ostentatious signs from public spaces) Without delving into the tirades of that register a Lebanese cannot but notice the instrumentation of such a theme in the political scene for shining thespians in avengers' costumes to score their statements.
Lastly arriving to the incident of the week, the beating of criminals by parole officers. Now that is no way to treat any living being guilty or not, as much as I promote the death penalty because this world is not worth living in anymore, I still find it hard to accept and rationalize the agony of even a fallen citizen. They are themselves well aware of their fates and they much prefer opting out of this raw deal that is life in complete solitude and regret, some of them victims of an ongoing brainwash. There is no doubt these prisons are constructing crash figures that have no qualms in exploding their guts out instead of correcting and disabusing the rails of what should be a dependent on our community and justice in the hands of God, this God that has clearly given up on us.
Everyone await Mashnouk's next bold masquerade while the rest of the Islamist inmates get a roughing, this time, without any cameras, and with the vendetta of a few angry men in uniforms, having lost one of their finest joker buddies one random day on the job, for bragging by mistake to his friends about the little fun he once had.
May I ask from where you know such infos ?