My Dad Is In Jail Because He Was Accused Of Being A Sexual Predator


My Father makes the darkness in anyone light up brighter than I ever thought possible, he gives me reason to live and try each and every day. I couldn’t possibly say thanks enough times for being blessed with him. As blessings come, so do disappointments. There’s trials and rewards in everyone’s life, and my Father has helped me through all the difficult times of mine, now it’s my turn to repay him.

In this country, it costs £65,000 to imprison a person, that is once police, court costs, and all other steps are taken into account. It then costs a further £40,000 for each year they spend incarcerated. £465,000 will be the amount the taxpayer has spent keeping my innocent Father imprisoned for his ten year sentence.

(That’s definitely enough to keep A LOT of homeless people fed, sheltered, and warm.)

I look up to my Dad more than anyone. He’s a strong man, emotionally and physically – this is something I’ve always known and will always continue to believe. My Father suffered years of torment from my ‘Mother’. Verbal abuse, physical abuse, psychological abuse. For the twenty years of my living he has worked and provided for my whole family, though only I am his biological child, he provided and gave to four children that were not his own, and they all relied on, and loved him as a Father. This man taught me how to speak, and I shouted at him. He taught me how to walk, and I ran away. He taught me how to see the bigger picture, and I see it so clearly now.

My Father was accused of unruly amounts of abuse against a number of people, some including under-18s. I totally respect that some people think anyone sentenced for a crime of abuse or a sex offence should probably be castrated, and I do agree, when it is proved they are guilty with solid evidence. However in this case, it has really made me think how many of those people we label as sex offenders, make sign registers that mean they struggle to do any day to day task – such as find a job or even walk down a street without being hurled at, how many of those are innocent? In my Father’s case, I know he is innocent, he raised me and my siblings and loved us all and still continues to, there was no medical evidence of his crimes, just word against word. I know that the day he is released from prison, people will talk, people will stare, and people will point. I for one will celebrate.

Today, I visited my Dad in prison for the fourth time since April. It hurt more than ever. He is a 51-year-old man that was mentally and physically tortured by a woman for 20 years of his life, and now he has ten more years of torture and loneliness despite doing nothing but care and love. I couldn’t be prouder or happier to be his daughter, and to be standing up for what is right. I will never stop fighting for justice for him, and I will never forgive those people that sold their morals for an amount of money. You can’t put a price on love, and they’ve filled the void in their hearts with pounds.