Mr Beresford attempted to squat in Ilford but | sporting knuckle-dusters. was forced back with his family to his prison-like flat in Poplar. (BD No.16). He suffers from rheumatism and can get no regular work. In fact he is reduced to collecting scrap metal with his kids.
His two sons were taking their bundles down to the scrap merchant when a road-sweeper stopped them and asked them what they were carrying. This sweeper pries into every aspect of the lives of the people living in Releana Road Council Flats.
The kids told their father about it on the way back from the merchant. He went up to the sweeper and asked him what business it was of his. The sweeper replied by advancing on Mr Beresford and raising his shovel. Mr B. bopped him one.
He then went off to the docks in search of a job.
Back home there was a knock on the Beresford's door. Mrs B. opened up to face three thugs, each hiding a weapon behind his up too late. back. Downstairs there was a further group Where's your fucking husband then? Hidin behind your skirts?' One of them let go with flyer and caught her 9 year old son on th cheek.
She slammed the door in their faces, bolte it and shoved most of the furniture against il Just as well. Some of them tried to break i down, others went round the back and thres stones at the window.
Mrs B. sent her eldest son to try to get th Police. But the gang spotted him and nearl cornered him; luckily he shinned drain-pipe and back inside before they coul get him. Mrs B., at her wits end now for fea that her husband might come back to b greeted by 20 thugs, yelled to a departin welfare officer to get through to the police fo Christ's sake.
"If we can't you we'll carve up you wife an kids.' And then they were gone and the fuzz rolle John Wei