Killers Behind Bars. Kate Kray
pre-fab wasn’t there, then the problem would be solved … if we didn’t have the pre-fab, the Council would have to rehouse us in a proper house just like Uncle George and Auntie Maud. So I went berserk, smashed the windows, ripped doors off hinges, smashed down walls. I totally destroyed the pre-fab. I wasn’t caught. My plan worked. The Council were forced to rehouse us.
Not surprisingly, my first court appearance, when I was young, was for criminal damage — I was caught smashing up the toilets in Stratford Station.
Then there was Approved School, then Detention Centre, then prison. Crime goes in steps. You could liken it to an apprenticeship. It starts with small-time thieving, then it progresses to bigger jobs, then the big time, with the odd bit of malicious damage and grievous bodily harm thrown in for good measure until you reach the ultimate goal — armed robberies and murder.
I’ve been a criminal all my life. I’ve spent over 20 years in jail for armed robbery and violence. At the moment, I’m serving life for murder.
Was prison a deterrent for me? No. Nothing would have stopped me from a life of crime — it was what I wanted. And prison’s too good for some — child-killers should be put down the same as rabid dogs.
Prison used to be a simple place. You served your time, deprived of your freedom, living to rules and regulations that dominated your every hour. But prison today is a far cry from simple. It is full of drugs and people connected with drugs, people who live by drugs and for drugs. The drug tests are a complete waste of time and money; they achieve nothing but have created a prison system which is supposedly there to correct but, in reality, it corrupts.
Heroin is expensive and very addictive. Consequently, the young kids are constantly in debt and are forced into prostitution to pay for their habit. I wish people would understand the stupidity of drugs. The only way out of any situation is to face up to it, confront it, acknowledge it — and change it.
What really gets to me in here are petty people — and people that don’t keep their promises. In prison, you meet the very worst sort of human being imaginable and bullies are ten-a-penny. I despise bullies; all bullies are cowards and hide behind the fear they instil in others. But confront a bully and he usually turns into a coward.
I’ve been stabbed five times — never been shot — but no human being frightens me. I suppose love frightens me the most.
I remember watching my sons being born, and feeling so much for them, and then the saddest moment of my life when my son John died — it was complete hell.
Apart from my sons and my sister’s daughter, Tania, I’ve loved Jennifer, my lovely wife Linda and a little Gremlin.
My future is with Linda; every day and every night I think of her and I write to her every day. I am able to speak to her every fortnight and, if I’m lucky, I get an hour but sometimes it is only for ten minutes. In my dreams, I see myself lying on some exotic beach with my dream girl, counting my millions — or maybe playing in the fields of heaven with my son John.
I suppose the only regrets I’ve got are not being there to pick up my son from school, and not meeting Ronnie Easterbrook 20 years ago — what fun we would have had! He’s the only man I’ve given 100 per cent respect to.
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