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david bryans (wanting revenge)
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Date Posted: 13:46:16 10/22/16 Sat
I was 16 when i was at Whatton d c in early 1978, i was escorted by two police officers from Nottingham along with another boy a half cast we were handcuffed together. when we reached the detention centre we were marched up to the little side gate, it was just getting dark. i remember a man walking towards us from inside the wire he was wearing blue overalls and a donkey jacket he opened the gate. as we entered the gate the man who looked like a gardener or cleaner asked "what are your names", when i said David he punched me in the mouth,it was out of the blue i could not protect myself because i was handcuffed to another boy. once again he asked me my name, i thought he wanted me to say my full name so i did, again he punched me in the face, the two officers laughed and said you must say sir, so i did say sir, again i was punched in the face, "wait till i ask you to speak",those few seconds have stayed with me all my life i may have deserved to be in there but i didn't deserve to meet him. the half caste boy who i think wasn't to bright was asked what is name was he jumped to attention and shouted yes sir and not his name well that was it he was punched much worse than me but as we were handcuffed together i was dragged down to the floor with him,the reason i say he wasn't to bright was a few days later he received a beating by the screws because a boy told him that the panic button in his cell was to be pushed if he wanted a sandwich during the night he pushed it. after a while the police removed the handcuffs and left but before they did the one releasing the handcuffs said remember to say sir he's a bastard, so they knew how he was. we were taken for a bath and to get some prison clothes. the lads giving out the gear said try and keep away from Mr DRING he's a cunt that's when i learn't who he was. when we had been given all our stuff we were both taken along a corridor to a single cell as i entered the room Mr DRING said you have made the worst mistake crossing me then walked away i later found out he said that to everyone. after a week or so i was in the dinning hall eating i think tea when Mr DRING came behind me and for no reason he slapped me around the face it was hard enough and loud enough that a lot of the other boys heard it, as one, and knowing what could happen they put their faces down if he saw you looking that could be enough for you to get some, Mr white who was there just looked at me and said Notts county had lost, Mr DRING i found out supports them. i remember a lad called fisher being goaded by Mr DRING and a couple of other officers, they kept telling him that his mam was having sex with loads of men that's why he had not gotten any letters she was to busy, fisher told them to stop calling his mam but they didn't on and on they went until he cracked and started shouting, the officers just battered him, i was glad it was him and not me but it added to my anger. the next time i crossed his path was when someone had left black marks on the floor from their shoes i was singled out, given a bucket and told to clean all the corridor before i could bend down to start he Mr DRING kneed me in the leg and pushed me to the floor i must state that i didn't get the worst of his abuse, there were others who got that but i got my share, every time i was near him and he was angry i got hit, he could not help himself. there was another officer who gave out beatings on a regular basis but not as violent as Mr DRING his name was Mr MACKINGTOSH, i remember his looks and the way he walked reminded me of a clown but luckily i never got in his way. many years later i was watching television i think central news when Mr DRING came on the screen smiling away all his family having a lovely time, it was an article about his son or daughter getting married and they were going to wear fancy dress, i remember the old rage welling up inside me i really want to hurt that man that feeling as been with me from the first time he hit me and it got stronger after each of his beatings as well as when i watched him dish it out to other boys who had the misfortune of meeting him, that will never leave me i want him to get what he deserved i have told all my family and close friends about him and about the abuse i got,and that if i ever met him no matter how old he was i would not be able to stop myself from battering him he is and always will be a nasty evil bastard. i must say not all the officers were bad i remember Mr White shouted but he was funny with it "you fucking dizzy pillock" and i must mention a Mr Bray he gave us engineering lessons he treated us right and was a credit to the prison service, strange thing i saw him years later on it's a bulls eye with Jim Bowen i do believe he won the star prize. proof that being nice is rewarded.
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