STATEMENT FROM CHARLIE ABOUT HIS RECENT
ENCOUNTER WITH THE TORNADO SQUAD

13th July 2011

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On the 6th July 2011 I covered myself in butter: head, arms, torso, ready for a rumble. It sounds dramatic and insane but nothing out of the blue for me, because I’ve been doing this sort of thing for as long as I can remember; standing there as slippery as a conga eel.

The question is “Why?” There has to be a reason, otherwise it’s insane.

It’s the lies, the head games, the evil, the stitch ups, the hopelessness, the emptiness, the false hopes and dreams, the frustration. The whole stinking set-up of my existence.

Years and years of mental abuse. Torture. The never ending years of solitary confinement.

But, what pushed me over the edge this time was the pathetic responses I was getting from my request and complaint forms.

For years people have sent A4 art card into me to do my art on.. Suddenly the prison stopped it. Then they stopped postcards being sent in to me. Then they play about with my mail. Then they play about with my Visiting Orders.

On top of all this, I’m still fuming over the recent farce on my Parole Hearing. Since that disaster I have sacked my solicitor for incompetence; she allowed it to go ahead without any defence – not even my presence. It was done behind closed doors without me or my legal team there. To me that’s unlawful and it cost me another two years of my life … without a legal fight.

Incidentally, I am now 9 years over my sentence!! That’s equivalent to an eighteen year sentence with parole! I have served an ordinary prisoner's 18 year sentence for no reason other than evilness and my ex-solicitor allowed that farce of a Parole Hearing to go ahead.

You add all this up. My life in a cage. Solitary. Closed visits. No hopes of any progression. Wouldn’t any normal person have a breakdown?

I believe my explosions are actually breakdowns, but in a violent nature I am actually expressing myself.. I’ve had enough. I need a break. I need a life … some humanity!

I am not, nor will I ever try to justify my behaviour. It’s wrong and it needs punishing severely. But what I am saying is “enough is enough!”

I am 60 years old next year and I am still considered Britain’s most violent man. So why is this my first act of violence since November 2010?

I am actually a model prisoner 99.9% of the time. I sit in my cell creating poetry, art and songs. I have a wonderful lady who visits me regularly and gives me a lot of warmth, even though our visits are worse than at a zoo, we maintain human feelings.

The system would like to portray me as some sort of animal and lost cause, but it’s truly not the case. I have everything to live for and so much good to do on the outside. But if my case doesn’t make the Appeal Courts then it’s odds on that I will die in prison.

What people don’t realise when I kick off: is that a specially constructed riot team are brought in from other jails; an elite squad similar to the SAS. These guys don’t mess about. I am sprayed many times with Pava gas then rushed and our rumble starts. I get as many blows in as I possibly can but I'm blinded and in agony and then they get there shots in. It’s a battle I could not possibly win, but it gives me that bit of satisfaction … that bit of self-respect … that bit of pride that keeps me going.

I end up in the box naked, beaten and coughing the shit out of my lungs for days after. My eyes are burnt. My skin is burning. But my brain is alive and kicking. That one incident for me tells the System “Stop messing with this man!”

Please get and read my latest book out next week. You will see for yourself the facts on my prison struggles, from my complaint forms to their pathetic replies. It’s why I wrote this latest book: to expose the hypocrites.

When this book comes out I expect more hassle from Prison HQ, ‘cos they hate to be exposed. I do it all the time and always will, ‘cos what they do to me, my family and friends is not just unlawful, it’s inhuman. The Bronson Saga has no end to it until Justice is seen to be done. Nobody knows when I’ll get the butter tub out again … or if I’ll need to.

But bet your arse on it, I will when it all gets too much to accept. If you keep prodding a beast in a cage or kicking that dog then expect a serious reaction eventually. When you lose your arm or leg … you’ll know why.

Anyone with any ideas for the future demos or legal points for my coming appeal please get in touch with my new solicitor, Rupert Normile of Criminal Defence Solicitors, 227/228 The Strand, London WC2R 1BE.

All your support is appreciated and respected. WE can win this freedom fight, we really can if everybody pulls together and believes in it! It’s the British Justice system that needs a kick up the backside.

• Why am I serving a life sentence?
• Why am I forever in a cage, in solitary?
• Why can’t I progress through the system?
• Why can’t I have open visits?
• Why are so many of my friends banned from visiting me?
• Why is my mail being messed about with?

Only recently (30th June) I sent a Visiting Order to my lady. It never left the prison until the 5th July. There is no reason apart from incompetence or deliberate maliciousness. They even returned her letter she had sent to me … for no reason! She sent it back to me and lo and behold I got it. Where I come from that is known as a “piss take!”

Silly little games played by pathetic silly little people trying to cause problems, all so the Tornado Squad have to be called in to sort them out.

My respect and thanks go out to all who stand firm in this fight we shall win!! The new book launch is outside Buckingham Palace on the 6th August. My double, Steve Swatton will be there to present my landlady with a copy. After all, I have dedicated it to the Queen. Why not? I’ve lived in her glorious hotels for FOUR DECADES!!

Charlie
17th July 2011