he Name of this article might make you think of a best selling novel lets say Alister Maccane or a box office smash-hit feature film staring Anthony Hopkins or Donald Pleasance. If only this was the case then I would be played by Micheal Cane.
It is our choice of title for an unbelievably true thriller in which I had the lead, playing the part of a long suffering victim of hate crime. Bullying, verbal and physical intimidation and of course name calling and insults to my intelligence.
The story take place over a number of years on an undeveloped playing field on which the goal posts are constantly moving moved to favour the assailant and not the victim. A situation brought on by a failing justice custom and persistent and unrelenting cutbacks
Know your enemy
We will pick the story up from about 2000, though it actually goes back much further. We had been studying their behaviour which amounted to scantly the same kind of things time and time again. Through successive generations. The faces may have changed but what they did, did not.
We could. Predict what they were going to do. How and even when which put us a slight advantage at first. The police were bloody hopeless as we were by now effectively doing their job for them, but without any real success that we could pin any real hopes on. Hopes for a quiet trouble free life here in Bettws.
We wondered what was going to happen next. As they, the petulant feral children encouraged by the older people to destruction of property, out home. Throwing stones at out windows hurling insults through the intercom entry system. We did wonder what they might do if they got in.
Feral house arrest
Things had gone absolutely mad as not only had loonatics taken over at Whitehall and Westminster they had take n control of the streets with the blessing of the authorities. It had now become unsafe for us to venture outside to undertake any business which included all hospital, doctor and optician appointments.
It was as though we were under house arrest. As if we went out they locked in on us. We really counldnt take anymore. However no one would listen to us or help us, we were on our own even those who lived on the street where we lived then and still do turn a blind eye to what was actually going on.
It wasn't safe for us to venture out at night from 3 PM the next morning, at weekends or during any school holidays, polling day, teacher trainings days or some other event. We always knew that when the schools were out especially the comprehensive schools here. I say this perhaps to some offensively as this more often than not as they covered the age range of those involved.
Younger children did take part. Usually “encouraged” by older people who were now within the age of responsibility and accountability. I noted that this kind of behaviour is a generational thing often passed from older to younger relatives. Their upbringing might lead one to believe they have no understanding, no respect or tolerance of anyone who is different to them.
It's said that boredom, fear of the unknown peer pressure and the need to b e noticed all play their part. I'm told by a friend of theirs they were “Doing it for a laugh” when you see what they did for a laugh you will be asking many of the questions Dangerous and I did. Questions the authorities should have been asking and getting answers to.
Full dress rehearsal
As with any award winning performance, practise makes perfect. As you will see the story behind this article began about a week or so before we went out believing it to be safe to dodo. Going down the lane that connects Roding Close, Tyne Close to BlackwaterClose all seemed to be quiet. It was a reasonably sunny, dry day. When out of nowhere a boy appeared. Bent over in front of me allegedly to tie his shoelaces.
This did me sounder having realised it was not a coincidence. I caught of him around his neck to steady myself. He made some complaint that I was hurting him. Bare in mind he was in my way wasn't going to move of his own accord. It was one of those situations. What's going on here? I did wonder if it was a test of some kind. It soon became very clear what this's was all about.
How can I ever forget what happened next. It was the beginning of Match in 2002. We had been invited away for a weekend which was okay. We left on the Friday and returned on the Sunday evening. We were able to put the issue of “home” behind us fore a couple of days. We have since lost touch with this couple as a result of what happened.
We came back to Newport knowing we needed bread and milk we got in and decided to go to the local Spare store here on the estate. It was about 5 PM or a little later after. On the 3rd of March 2002. We made our way through the lane as detailed earlier. Obviously being watched by a group of about 10 to 15 youth as you can imagine they'd seen us long before them before we had seen them. They were fully aware of our sight loss due to their research on us.
It was too late to turn back on seeing this group loitering on the Blackwater Bridge we altered course, intending to take the longer and safer way around. Down Lamborne Way. Seeing our course alteration at least two of the group on the bridge broke away from the herd. Locking in on us we did try giving them the run around which severely inconvenienced us.
Then it happened as rehearsed. Though I don't think we were prepared to accept this. The one bent over in front of me slowing me down enough for his accomplis to take a swing at me. I was momentarily dashed, schooled and somewhat surprised by this. Never thinking they would go that far. As before I did catch hold of the “bender” to steady myself. He didn't make a sound that night. I was dare I say like a helicopter with a gearbox failour to the tail rotor.
I made for a nearby house I was concerned for Deb our dangerous as I didn't hear her. I believe they'd gone for her too I was expecting the door to be shut in my face. Fourtunatley it wasn't. I was helped to safety and cleaned up so the damage could be assessed. Dangerous saw the state I was in. Which really frightened her as shed never seen me have a nose bleed. My cleft pallet didn't feel right at all. There was something wrong.
As we've said those petulant ferral youths had really done their homework as it was at night and very dark in which dangerous’s and my own night vision are next to useless. There are no real plausible excuses for their outrageous animals like behaviour. Though some would try and dream something up to defend their actions.
So we were sat in the front passage of this house on blackwater. They called the police who came and took statement, which obviously matched. They inspected the damage and were shocked by what they saw. They took us for a drive to see if we could identify any of the,. Which we did as best we could. Hey even went into the Spar for us, they got us the bread and milk we have initially gone out to get. They actually asked me did I think they would have carried on if they had have got me down.
My honest wander was actually yes. Judging from the numbers involved I suspect if I'd have tried to cross that bridge I may well have ended up residing with St.Peter. Fortunately I'm here to tell the story. The pain set in the next day. Amazingly no one around here showed any concern. Why should they, it wasn't them. We we took to adopting the same values right or wrong. The collective attitude seemed to be “It happened, get over it” not easy to do when you've been through something like this.
Ironically on the following Wednesday which was the 6th of march I had a disability living allowance tribunal in Cardiff. Which awarded me what I was appealing for. Having completed all the formalities the doctor was good enough to check the best he could the extent of the damage. He actually came out with an expletive that I cannot repeat here. He had reset what had moved. He suggested that I get it looked at by my orthodontist.
This was done right here in Bettws by our local dental practise. A practise with a family feel. It's small but everyone is so likeable, the atmosphere is warm and welcoming. Anyway, Darren had a look again. Coming out with a few more choice expletives X-Ray’s and thorough examination were undertaken. Which revealed a hair line crack and a fracture to the cleft pallet. We both thought it would heal and that would be that. It couldn't give out but I cant tell you when or if it will go
It was being watched, the fracture healed. But the hairline crack got worse, but everything seemed to be holding together. I thought I could put this behind me as people would want and expect me to do. None of us could have predicted what would happen next, as with what led us to where we are, its not something you would expect to happen or need to prepare for. If I was a sportsman.maybe, but I'm just me
Bloody Sunday revisited
Things settled down the pain went completely for years. As suspected no less than 15 years had passed. It was good Friday 2017. I was enjoying an apple when suddenly I had a very sharp pain and a feeling of something giving way. I I checked to see what was wrong and discovered that one of my reshaped teeth which had been capped to strengthen them broke off. Held in place weakly by surrounding elements. Trust me it hurt.
Our dental team on Bettws got me in to survey the damaged section. A repair was underway a emp is reserving the space Rob said. It was going to be sore, it was. But what can you do? He commented it could only possibly have happened in one of two ways. Chewing on a brick or a good thump. The latter conclusion was drawn when I explained about the blackwater incident.
For years I'd got to the point where I'd lose faith in those agencies and organisations which are allegedly swarm to protect us. Which includes the police service and the way in which the law continues to protect those who make a career out of bringing misery, pain and suffering to others. My concern is that we will see further incidents of situations like this. Often undertaken by a group of people who seem too know where they stand in the law in a justice and legal system which routinely fails those in society who have a sensory impairment. Thus dedemons treating a high level of inequality in justice.
Fortunately for the most part things are improving. Though we should never become complacent. Things will only change if you make them Change. I would urge you to report all incidents to the police as hate crime and doing sc, don't allow them to fob you of. Hate crime is under reported, under recorded and under the radar. Keep a note of any contact you have with them. Just in case they deflect your report.
This is Hawkeye and Dangerous blogging off. Until next time! See you soon!