Thanks for your advise Wulfgar, I don’t mean to question you like a detective, but please understand, that before I became a Victorian Prison Officer , had for years tried to join the Victoria Police Force and would of like to have become a detective. So even though this was never to eventuate , I do think I still have a inner gift as a investigator, i.e solving of crimes, even if it is only on Aussie Criminals, I feel I can still be of some use to society , without the para military restrictions of a uniform and having to be answerable and accountable to a team of superiors rank and file of bureaucracy. Hence forth this is why I have questioned you and checked you , out, because I like to know who o dealing with. There is the saying keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Now I am not saying for a minute that you Wulfgar or Dane for that fact are my enemy. But go back in time to when I was a screw at Pentridge prison. I to be truth fully I did view Dane and skin heads or neo Nazis as the enemy, more out of fear from his and their reputation as a violent Neo Nazi. And if you remember me in the slot of H.Division and B.Division, I would have not been friendly towards youse, or especially any of the inmates, that you have just named. But I have to say here and now, that I show you the utmost respect, for the 1989 B.Division prisoners list that you have just listed, because, this is confirmation, that only some one that served in Pentridge in the late 1980’s could have known. So I will conclude herby, that you must have known me. I had my suspicions for quite a while that you were a Pentridge Prison Officer rather than being a actual inmate of B.Division. And you are right, with some good detective work I can eliminate all the prisoners that served in both B.Division and H.Division and bingo, I know who you possibly are. I can just tick of my old muster lists and narrow you down, as I disliked most inmates, especially in B.Division, and to be 100% honest with you, all the crims you listed I didn’t like them, and I am sure they all hated me even more.
I will tell you something, in regards to Prisoner Kevin Miles, which still haunts me to this day. One night on a First watch, Kevin Miles banged up and want some medications passed through his trap. I said no to him, it was against the rules to pass anything through to a prisoner after lock up!. Well Kevin Miles was I guess was hanging out for a fix of drugs and was probably on Rohypnol overdose, or just plain crazy or whatever, and probably would have had his request to pass drugs or meds, through his trap, by the usual rostered B.Division screws. But by my refusal to pas anything to him, I automatically sent him into a violent rage, possible by my inexperience at this time, with unstable drug using prisoners, which B.Division was full of at this time in 1989.
Anyway, Kevin Miles, started banging up and yelling at me calling out my name – Mr Myself……, your a fucking dog, I want to see the senior, chief Governor, and so on he went. Then he started to flood his cell with water and all of number 1 tier, started to flood also, causing many other B.Division prisoners to start banging up and abusing me with a rage. Kevin Miles then started a fire in his cell, toilet bowl and set fire to his mattress, causing all of B.Division to fill with smoke. With all this prisoner commotion of yelling, abuse and banging up on their cell doors and B.Division, looking like it was about to burn up on fire. The Pentridge Security Squad and the Metropolitan Fire Brigade Fire engines had arrived through the main gate of Pentridge , outside B.Division and were preparing for the worst scenario of B.Division on firs, as the smoke was billowing out down the tier into the main B.Division entrance. Anyway the Security Squad marched down 1 tier to Kevin Miles cell , tried to negotiate with him, but this made him worse, he was yelling he is going to kill me , that fucking dog, Mr Myself………FOR GIVING HIM A HARD TIME. I only refused to pass anything through to him in a polite manner. That was it. But Kevin Miles, had to be let out of his cell, as it was unknown the seriousness of the fire, and after the Jika Jika deaths in custody from a prisoner lit fire in Jika, Prison Officers in Pentridge were very precautionary of fires in the cell blocks, lit by protesting prisoners.
The Governor and the Chief Prison Officer, who were the only ones authorised to open a prisoners cell door after lock up. then proceeded with caution to let Kevin Miles out of his cell. I stood back from a distance for safety reasons, and as soon as Kevin Miles saw me he come running at me pushing through the security screws, with a pillow slip, he had prepared for me in his cell and swinging it full of soft drink cans, yelling I’m going to fucking kill you fucking cunt Mr Myself…. I did the wise thing and quickly ran down 1 tier while the security squad grabbed him and restrained him, handcuffing him yelling and kicking and frogmarch dragged him off down to H.Division. I suspect he would have copped a beating, which doesn’t fit well with me, but once in the custody of the security squad, they enforced their own methods of subduing inmates, and the bash was their methods of prisoner restraint they favoured!… Now about 1 week later, he was charged by Governors court in H.Division, for verbal and threating behaviour to a Prison Officers and destruction of Government Property, being his cell, mattress, and fittings and deliberately stating a fire and flooding his cell and damage to B.Division. and the inconvenience of the Metropolitan Fire Brigade being summoned to the gates of Pentridge Prison.
I never had to go to the H.Division Governors court hearing, I know they were often kangaroo courts, run by Governor Clive Williams, Kevin Miles was still furious, probably with good reason, and went off again and had to be restrained in the brutal H.Division style harsh manner , which would have been a severe frog marching and bashing in the tunnel. I later heard that he had self mutilated him self, and had died from a drug overdose. I still don’t know if this is what happened to him in H.Division, or where ever he eventually was sent to ?
Now to this day, I still don’t know the truth of what really happened to him down in H.Division, but I feel that if I had simply passed some panadol through his cell door trap in B.Division, maybe this incident would of never happened, and he would not have lost the plot and flooded and set fire to his cell, which caused him to be shipped down to the slot of H.Division, were he got a good bashing by those brutal twisted screws most likely, which would have pushed his state of mind and sanity to the limits, causing him to slash himself up or overdose in H.Division? This proves that I was honestly not cut out for being a Prison Officer, because this type of incident haunted me, and I , unlike the tough H.Division Screws, I could not just forget about him, and put, whatever happened to him behind me!.. Kevin Miles, I don’t know what crime he committed to get put in Tough B.Division , but he was to me a real hot head, probably from drug use, and from the moment I worked in B.Division, he took a instant disliking towards me, as did many other Prisoners in B.Division, especially Kevin Guttsell and Peter Gibb, Nick Apostiledes, Richard Mladnich, Slav Percerep, danny Heaney, Danny Gallagher, Keith Faure etc who seemed to walk around the tiers as they did run the place at that time as the heavies. I could feel the tension in the air, when ever I was close near them. The truth is they all would have easily had the chance anytime to drag me into their cells and fuck me up! the looks in their eyes at me, was that of hatred and backed up by the corrupt permanent B.Division screws and seniors, chiefs were not any better, all hardcore screws and also and I know they all distrusted my in their drug filled domain !… The truth of the matter I was scared shitless and insecure of every inmate, every minute I was in B.Division, even more so than H.Division, which although worse on the inmate, was more military ordered on the H.Division Prison Officers, due to the prisoners down there being segregated and in solitary confinement cells. I would of been scarred of you to Wulfgar, and I don’t know if I ever spoke to you in B or H.Division as after the Kevin Miles , fire and incident, I never trusted any crim in B.Division, and that included big Dane, who I didn’t know his name at that time and Chris Binse, every one in there, every one seemed dangerous and hardcore and all the skin heads they all looked straight out of Romper stomper, so I feared the Neo Nazis as well. B.Division to me was a very scary hell hole place to be locked up in! If you were friends with Kevin Miles, I can fully understand you for now hating my guts. But do understand this, I was a unexperienced Prison Officer, way out of my depth in a place like Pentridge B.Division – E.Division – A.Division and H.Division. I just wasn’t tough enough or equipped to be a screw. Prior to being a screw, I wanted to be a copper, so being a screw was second choice to being a copper and I was before this only working as a hospital orderly- wardsman in a aged care hospital, so looking back, becoming a Prison Officer, especially in a nick like H.M.Pentridge was setting myself up for failure.
It strange though after having experience Pentridge, speaking for myself here, I have no fear of anything much anymore. It like leaving Pentridge Prison was like walking out of the gates of hell, it could not get much more worse. Well except for being sent to Port Phillip or Barwon Prison!…