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One company’s work with ex-offenders

By Danny Kruger   March 2010

Abel Dixon has a massive voice: it cannons off the walls of the huge Victorian chapel at Wormwood Scrubs, losing all sense but amplifying as it goes, so what reaches you is just a long serried roar. He’s saying “Humbug ta rarse!”, because this is A Christmas Carol and Abel is playing a Yardie Scrooge. The chapel is decked with cobwebs, Scrooge is in top hat and gold chain, and his shotters—his petty dealers—wear hoodie tailcoats.

Abel has never been to jail before and I think he shouldn’t be there now. He’s big and black and he worked as a…

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