Jonquières: Interview with the Governor
An hour or so later I was shown into the Governor’s study, a large room marked somehow into two areas, one formal in front of his imposing desk, one informal with sofa and armchairs grouped around an ornate marble fireplace.
The Governor put down his coffee and rose to greet me. “Ah Congressman, come in. You know Dr Miller, of course.”
The doctor looked up from the chessboard. “I hope Sergeant Viselle showed you all you wanted,” she said.
“She showed me a great deal,” I answered. “Enough to whet my appetite to see more. I had no idea just how much goes into your preparations.”
“And how did you leave Jonquières?”
“Panting like an old steam engine … face bright scarlet … sweating like a pig. Your corporal was really putting her through it.”
“Yes,” said the Governor. “Graner’s not a high-flyer, I doubt she’ll rise higher than sergeant, but she’s the best we’ve got when it comes to the hamster wheel.”
“I don’t think she’s recovered from the racking yet,” I told them. “When she was being taken down the corridor, she was moving like her shoulders were still very stiff.”
“They will be,” the doctor said. “It’ll take her a few days to recover, and we bear that in mind when setting her work levels. She’ll be fitter next time we rack her.”
“Next time?”
“Oh yes, two more sessions, one a month. Yesterday’s data are very useful, but it’s the progression of data over time that we really need. The physiological changes as she get fitter and tougher.”
Over the next half hour, over excellent coffee, I learned more about this extraordinary institution. Then the Governor glanced at his watch and said: “She’s due to be brought here for interview at five. They’ll be getting her showered and ready. I imagine she won’t be too happy about it, given her background. The warders have been told to give her a little bit of rope at first, and she'll probably need it. She'll learn over time. It might be useful for you to watch, if you’d like.”
I would indeed like, and the Governor crossed to his desk and pressed a button. A warder entered and was asked to show me to the cages.
Where we found Jonquières shuddering with cold as she frantically tried to rub some warmth into herself with a threadbare towel. She was quite a sight.
One of the attending warders reached into a cupboard and produced a pair of rubber pants that she tossed to the prisoner.
“Put these on.”
Jonquières looked at them with disgust. “What are these?” she demanded.
“Rubber pants. So you don’t piss on the Governor’s carpet.”
Holding the towel over her breasts Jonquières glared at her. “I don’t know how it is in your home,” she spat, “but I do not piss on carpets.”
The warder did not rise to the bait. “In my home,” she said, “we don’t crap into a hole in the ground. Prisoners being taken to the Governor wear rubber pants. You will put those on, either as they are or with a pair of Punishment Pants underneath, it’s up to you. I’ll give you five seconds to decide.”
After three seconds Jonquières bent and began to pull the garment on. It was an undignified struggle, for the elastic at the base of the legs was tight. By the time she had worked them into place, half-way down her thighs, the flesh was bulging over them.
“Made to measure for you Jonquières,” the warder said. “Just like the suits you used to order from van Helpen, or was it Vauthier?” She handed her a freshly ironed top and trousers. Jonquières looked at her for a moment as if calculating how to take revenge, then put them on.
They locked the chain round her waist, clicked the cuffs on her wrists, and led her out towards the Governor’s office. I followed behind. “They do, you know,” my escort remarked. “Lister wet herself every time she was on Report after the first time the Governor had her caned. So does Patterson as often as not. Jonquières will in the end. I think she’ll hold out quite a while, but FemMain wears them down – it’s designed to. We’re running a sweepstake on her actually; my ticket’s for the 38th day as the first one she wets herself. I reckon I’ve got a good chance.”
As we entered to office it seemed Jonquières had decided her course of action. Without waiting for the Governor to speak she took the offensive.
“I am registering a formal complaint against these officers. I have been abused, humiliated, treated disgracefully. I have been tortured. In a prison run by a civilised state, or so-called civilised …”
“Lieutenant,” the Governor said. “Would you take the prisoner away and explain to her the protocols to be followed in this office.”
“Sir,” she answered. She and her partner swung Jonquières round. Each passed an arm around her waist, gripping her biceps with their other hands. They were standing almost shoulder to shoulder behind her. Then the lieutenant brought her knee up in a hard jolt into Jonquières’ thigh, kicking her forward. Her partner did likewise immediately afterwards and so, with synchronised kicks, they propelled her from the room.
I had heard of the frog-march, of course, but I had never seen it.
When she was brought back she was walking stiffly, red-eyed and with a tear-stained face. She looked the Governor in the face, breathing heavily, but clamped her mouth shut.
“It is my duty,” he said, “to explain some things to you. Since you are sentenced to be crucified, there will be an automatic appeal against both your trial and the sentence. That appeal is already being prepared. If it is successful, you will be removed to a remand centre and there will be a re-trial.
“As your property has been confiscated you will not be able to hire your own lawyer, so the state will provide a public defender to present your case. Alternatively the lawyers you have used for, I believe, the last 20 years, may act for you without fees on a pro bono basis. After all, you have been a lucrative source of income for them in your numerous lawsuits.”
“Those buffoons,” Jonquières burst out. “After the pig’s ear they made of my trial I’d rather have a monkey from the zoo defend me than those incompetent bastards.”
The Governor regarded her for a long ten seconds. “If you interrupt me again, I shall suspend this interview. Tomorrow morning you will be put in Punishment Pants and you will wear them throughout the day as you work and exercise. And we will resume the interview tomorrow evening.”
He spoke quietly with no apparent change in his tone, but there was something in his voice that made it clear he would do as he had said and that he had ample authority to make it happen. I realised I had underestimated the man. He carried his authority so lightly I had not realised how formidable he was. I saw now how he had come to hold the position he did. After a pause, he resumed.
“The appeal court will scrutinise the conduct of your trial to ensure everything was done properly and fairly. That your defence team were provided with all relevant documents and information by the prosecution. That the witnesses were not suborned. That the judge did not unfairly overrule any objections, comment in a prejudicial way or sum up the evidence unfairly. And so on. The conduct of the trial will be minutely examined.
“If the verdict is upheld, there will be a second appeal, before a different court, this time against the sentence. If the court, after examining the criteria and the details of your crimes, judges the sentence to be unduly harsh, it will impose a lesser penalty, possibly even just one of imprisonment.
“These two appeal processes will typically take a little over two months and unless your appeal is successful you will remain here under our control.
Jonquières’ head jerked up and she almost burst out again, but bit her words back.
“I must advise you that when a felon is sentenced by the Supreme Court to be crucified it is seldom that the Appeal Court declares a mis-trial; the Supreme Court judges are among the best jurists in the world and their handling of trials is very seldom flawed. Nor do they often make mistakes in sentencing.
“It is therefore unlikely that your sentence will be overturned on appeal.
“The final stage is an Appeal for Clemency to the President of the Union. At that point, the Clemency Committee will, among many other factors, take into account your behaviour here, whether you show remorse for your crimes and give evidence that you submit to the law and have resolved to behave as a decent citizen. It will take two or three weeks for the Committee to find a window in their schedule to assemble and consider your case.
“Very well, lieutenant, you may take her away.”
They turned her and marched her out. The Governor let out a deep breath and rose from behind the desk.
“I think it’s time for a sherry,” he said. “Or would you prefer a whisky Congressman?”
TBC