CPJ 26th April 2014
It was about them, with my glasses somewhere I couldn't see them, that it would be best for me if I just removed him from my house, rather than persist with trying to restrain him. It wouldn't be long, I thought before my energy was completely sapped, and I didn't want him running free to assault me. Of course I hadn't realized that he had lost his weapon, but it wouldn't have made any difference. At some point I removed the brown felt beany he had been wearing. I dropped it on the floor and told him I was keeping it for DNA evidence. It could have been at this point or when I first detained him. When I did so, I found he had on underneath a red Mongrel Mob beany, so I removed that too. Later I gave them to the police.
Then I moved him up the hallway, through the kitchen to the back door. It was locked with a rabbit lock, which is a Chinese immitation of a Yale lock, but the snib was up and I couldn't get it open. I realized at this point that the other man hadn't gone out this way. Furtunately he was as keen to leave as I was for him to do so, so he helped me unlock the door, which I thought was ironic. Then he left, like a shorn sheep sliding down the shoot, and I locked the door behind him. First I looked around the house for the other intruders. The man I saw coming in the lounge must have been the chap in the kitchen leaving. I don't know why he didn't stop and help, but I'm glad he didn't. Then I phoned 111.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mongrel_Mob
The Mongrel Mob is an organized street gang based in New Zealand that has a network of more than thirty chapters throughout the country. They are especially active in King Country, Opotiki and Hastings.[1][2][3] Some of the best known chapters are Mongrel Mob Hastings, Mongrel Mob Porirua and Mongrel Mob Notorious. The Mongrel Mob's main rival is the Black Power gang and there have been several very public and violent clashes between the two gangs over the years.
I've no idea how long the whole incident lasted, or how long it took the police to arrive. It could have been three minutes, but seemed like 15 or 20. It didn't take the local fire brigade/rescue service to get there, and the ambulance probably took 15 minutes.
I remember sitting on my front steps while the ambulance officer looked at me, and showing a policeman around the house, and while I was waiting finding the piece of chain and moving it to the kitchen, and the police telling me I shouldn't have moved any of the evidence. They took the hats and chain, and fingerprinted the doors in the lounge where they came in, and the open window in my dining room. Then I left in the ambulance. Outside the gate the police had thre young boys in mongrel mob colours lined up but none of them was the boy who attacked meWe had to stop on the way to pick up a man who was having a heart attack. The ambulance nurse also cleaned all the blood off my head and face. When I arrivedat teh hospital I was checked out and had a shower to get the rest of the blood out of my hair, and went home. The police said they caught him the next day up on a piece of land by Church Street, and he was still wearing his white shoes with my blood on them.
Involvement in organized crime
At the beginning being a member of the gang was more about having a certain lifestyle and code. At the end of the 1980s certain chapters of the Mongrel Mob began to get increasingly involved in organized criminal activity such as drug trafficking, prostitution and armed robbery. Chapters devoted to organized crime don't display their gang colours as often as the original members did and have access to heavy artillery, including AK-47 rifles and shotguns.[7] Organized Gang members are known for running meth labs and even for owning and running legitimate businesses such as nightclubs or massage parlours to launder money made from their illegal activities.[8]
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Some time later I went to court. There were two there looking staunch. One had been waiting outside. They do not know any other way to look. If they try to look remorseful, or grovel as they have been instructed it looks fake. I also remember making a statement at the police station. A police photographer took some photos of me and the whole of my back was bruised down to my waist. I'm not sure if I was in court for Moses, but I did identify him out of a book of mug shots. The one who assaulted me had to pay for my broken glasses, and I received irregular payment for the $500 he owed. One day in Te Puke I saw a young kid in Mongrel Mob colours (red) and snatched his hat off and threw it on the ground. I find the sight of these home invading cowards extremely offensive. "Do you know Ronald Moses?" I asked. "If you see him tell him I'm looking for him". It was some time after that that I saw him and his mate standing outside a shop in Maketu, my local town.
"Do you know Ronald Moses?", I asked them. "I'm him" he said, or something like that. You haven't paid me all the money you owe me" I told him. Do you have any money on you now?" I asked him. His mate gave me 10c. I took it."That's all you are going to get, he said. "You tried to kill me," I told him. "That's right," he admitted. It didn't happen immediately, but he was in the Justice Dept system, and every time he received a welfare payment, or got some work, some of it came to me. He eventually paid it all.
There was an infamous case in 1994 in which David Bain was accused of killing his family. The suspicion appears to have fallen on him because one of his sisters was allegedly working as a prostitute, and wanted out of the industry. Bain was supporting her. A mystery person allegedly met Bain on his paper round one morning and told him "You are going to kill your family". Bain didn't believe him, but is the only witness to the incident.
kill your family". Bain didn't believe him, but is the only witness to the incident. Two or more men entered the house one morning when he was out on his paper run and slaughtered his family, using Bains rifle.
David Cullen Bain (born 27 March 1972) is a New Zealander who was convicted in May 1995 of the murders of his parents and siblings in Dunedin on 20 June 1994. Bain served 13½ years of a life sentence before successfully appealing his original convictions to the Privy Council in May 2007. Finding there had been a substantial miscarriage of justice, the Privy Council quashed his convictions and ordered a retrial.[2] The second trial held in Christchurch ended with his acquittal on all charges in June 2009.[1]