{"id":3618,"date":"2016-05-03T12:31:38","date_gmt":"2016-05-03T11:31:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.longkeshinsideout.co.uk\/?p=3618"},"modified":"2016-05-03T12:32:28","modified_gmt":"2016-05-03T11:32:28","slug":"saturday-7th-april-1973","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.longkeshinsideout.co.uk\/?p=3618","title":{"rendered":"Saturday 7th April 1973"},"content":{"rendered":"
Saturday 7th April 1973.
\nCompound 13 Long Kesh<\/div>\n
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There was a fight in the hut last night.\u00a0 The screws had to open the doors after twelve to bring the fella out who got bate up.\u00a0 He got twelve stitches in his head.\u00a0 It started over the card school.\u00a0 There were four of them left in.\u00a0 There was about seven or eight of us watching it.\u00a0 There\u2019s no money involved-they play for snout-tobacco.\u00a0\u00a0 A pinch of snout equals a stake but as the night goes on the pinches get smaller and smaller.\u00a0 That\u2019s what started the row.\u00a0 Monty-ABH on a peeler- was there-he always plays.\u00a0 There was a new fella-Kevin -breaking and entering-\u00a0 from the country- –Maghera or somewhere.\u00a0 In the last hand he seen Monty\u2019s two pair-Aces and Fives-with a prial of ducks.\u00a0 Monty tipped the table up and your man Kevin gubbed him.\u00a0 Monty got lashed into him and banged his head of the ground a couple of times.\u00a0 When the screws was taking Kevin out the door to the MO\u2019s we heard him saying that he fell off the top bunk.\u00a0 Fair play to him- for a fenian like.
\nThis morning it was work as usual-half six-down to the officer\u2019s mess.\u00a0 It\u2019s one of the better jobs.\u00a0 You get 28 pence a week and you\u2019re never short of food.\u00a0 Plus it\u2019s warm.\u00a0 At break time-quarter past eight- all hell broke loose.\u00a0 There seemed to be more screws about than usual.\u00a0 And a lot of running back and forward.\u00a0 Then a siren went off and Mister Randall-he\u2019s a civilian- who looks after the kitchen told us all not to leave the kitchen.\u00a0 Mister Randall is okay.\u00a0 We all stood about wondering what was going on.\u00a0 Browner-taking and driving away- started crying and somebody asked him what the matter was.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t answer.\u00a0 Just kept crying.\u00a0 After five minutes a crowd of screws came in.\u00a0 Bulldog was in charge of them.\u00a0 He\u2019s a fucker that loves himself.\u00a0 Most of the screws don\u2019t even like him.\u00a0 He was shouting and screaming.\u00a0 Next thing he has his baton out hitting us all round the legs and telling us to get out the side door into the yard in front of the screws club.\u00a0 We went out and they made us line up in single file outside the club.\u00a0 Another two screws cam down from the canteen with the rest of the YP\u2019s who were serving the food.\u00a0 They were running-double time the screws call it.\u00a0 When we were all there Bulldog says \u201c Have a look around yous and tell me if you notice anything missing\u201d.\u00a0 We all looked up and down the line.\u00a0 I was in the middle of the line.\u00a0 Only thing I seen was Browner shaking like a leaf at the end of the line.\u00a0 Nobody said anything.\u00a0 Next thing Bulldog let out this wild scream-\u201cThere should be fuckin twelve of yous-and there\u2019s only ten\u201d!!\u00a0 By this stage all the screws had their batons out and looked like they wanted to use them.
\nWithout another word Bulldog went to end of the line.\u00a0 Not Browners end-the other end.\u00a0 A wee lad who\u2019s only in.\u00a0 For ringing a bomb scare into Aldergrove.\u00a0 A hoax it was.\u00a0 He worked there and was looking a day off.\u00a0 Bulldog didn\u2019t say anything at all.\u00a0 He just gubbed the wee lad and he hit the deck.\u00a0 Bulldog moved on to the next fella-he gave him a punch on the stomach and when he doubled over smacked him with his baton on the back.\u00a0 He sunk to his knees and was crying.\u00a0 Before Bulldog could reach the next in line Browner stepped forward and cried-\u201cIt\u2019s Clark and Lewis-they were in the bin lorry\u201d!!\u00a0 Everyone just stared at Browner and he became hysterical.\u00a0 \u201c They made me help them\u201d.
\nLewis and Clark are in for political offences.\u00a0 There\u2019s some Prods and IRA ones in waiting to get transferred to the special compounds.\u00a0 Most of them are doing 3 years or more.\u00a0\u00a0 Before Browner could say anything else Bulldog had the hold of him by the front of his jumper and was trailing him back into the mess.\u00a0 He told the fat screw Gibson to look after the rest of us.\u00a0 Gibson ordered us all to walk back up to the canteen in single file.\u00a0 They made us all sit at separate tables and told us not to talk to each other.\u00a0 Different screws came and took us out one at a time.\u00a0 When they took me out to the side of the canteen two of them grabbed me and started slapping me-but I didn\u2019t know anything and they stopped after a wee while.\u00a0 One of them kneed me in the bollix and it\u2019s still sore.\u00a0 Nobody else knew what had happened but everybody got roughed up a bit.\u00a0 A wee lad from Carrick- six months for riotous behaviour-pished himself he was that scared.\u00a0 Mister Randall told us that we weren\u2019t required to do any more work for the rest of the day.\u00a0 Just after that another load of screws came and marched us back to the compound.\u00a0 The whole way up they were saying things to us like-\u201cYer mates are fucked when we catch them\u201d-and-\u201cThink they\u2019re big lads-wait till we get the hold of them\u201d-and-\u201cBastards-bating an auld screw up\u201d.
\nWhen we got back to the cage the PO-a mad wee Scotch bastard-questioned us all again.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t hit us but you could smell whiskey off him.\u00a0 After that they locked us in the half hut.\u00a0 At lunchtime wee Willie-carnal knowledge-came in from the hospital.\u00a0 He was one of the orderlies there and was always stealing tablets and stuff.\u00a0 He told us that the screws bate wee Browner up and he was in the hospital.\u00a0 He had two black eyes and the bake bate off him.\u00a0 An MO told wee Willie that Clark and Lewis had got caught outside and they were in the boards.\u00a0 Have to stop-I can hear the screws opening the door………….<\/div>\n
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