To those who strive for social justice in all walks of life.
In 2008 I was looking for a new writing project.
I had grown tired of researching and writing in the academic arena, typically journal articles that are read by a miniscule percentage of the population but consume so much of a professor's time. The articles don't, in my opinion, have much of an impact on our society.
I had been reading about the Bandidos case and an acquaintance of mine suggested I might be interested in writing about it. I had never followed a trial before or been inside a jail. It could be an adventure.
I moved to London where the trial was being held, scoured over preliminary hearing transcripts, reviewed testimonies and forensic evidence, and travelled a couple of times a week to meet with one of the accused.
It was indeed an adventureone that would profoundly alter my understanding of justice.
There are many people who have contributed to this project.
I do not thank the one police officer who banished me from court for two weeks for providing literature and a thesaurus to Brett Gardiner through all of the proper channels. I also do not thank his supervisor for supporting this perspective that I proved to be some sort of a threat. I do thank Justice Heeney for having that settled and those police officers who smiled at me when I was permitted to return.
I thank my family for their support and for (mostly) not complaining about my considerable time away from home and behind my computer screen.
I thank the many lawyers who shared their time and expertise, and met my befuddlement with patience and humour. I congratulate my many bench mates who managed to sit through the trial with me on less-than-comfortable seating.
At various stages of this project, I have been supported by outstanding editors: Martha Sharpe, Don Loney, Brian Will, and Carol Harrison. The team at Wiley is just that: a team.
Finally, this book could not have been written without the many personal stories shared by Brett and his family.
Murdered
Jamie Goldberg Flanz, 37
George Pony Jessome, 52
George Crash Kriarakis, 28
John Boxer Muscedere, 48
Luis Chopper Raposo, 41
Frank Bammer Salerno, 43
Paul Big Pauly Sinopoli, 30
Michael Little Mikey Trotta, 31
Convicted
Includes ages at time of arrest
Marcelo Aravena (1 count manslaughter; 7 counts first degree), 30
Brett Bull Gardiner (2 counts manslaughter; 6 counts first degree), 21
Wayne Weiner Kellestine (8 counts first degree), 56
Frank Mather (1 count manslaughter; 7 counts first degree), 32
Dwight D Mushey (8 counts first degree), 36
Eric Niessen (1 count of obstruction of justicepleaded guilty), 45
Michael Taz Sandham (8 counts first degree), 36
Informant
MH
Crown Prosecution
Kevin Gowdey
Fraser Kelly
Judges
Mr. Justice Thomas HeeneySuperior Court (oversaw trial)
Mr. Justice Ross WebsterSuperior Court (oversaw preliminary inquiry)
Defence
For Marcelo Aravena
Tony Bryant
Kathryn Wells
For Brett Gardiner
Christopher Hicks
Bella Petrouchinova
For Wayne Kellestine
Clay Powel
Ken McMillan
For Frank Mather
Greg Leslie
Rob Lockhart
For Dwight Mushey
Michael Moon
Christian Angelini
For Michael Sandham
Gordon Cudmore
Don Crawford
Others
Merv Breaton, former bank robber and alleged trafficker
Marty Angenent, purveyor of the Holland House
Ron BurlingHells Angels member
Officer Tim DyackWinnipeg police officer with whom MH first works as an informant
Detective Constable Jeff Gatemanmember of the Ontario Provincial Police Biker Enforcement Unit and one of MH's handlers
Detective Sergeant Mark Loadermember of the Ontario Provincial Police Biker Enforcement Unit and one of MH's handlers
Constable Scott Rossiterpolice officer shot in head
David O'Neilsuspect in Rossiter's murder found in shallow grave behind Kellestine's farm
Russ Rusty and Mary Steeleowners of property where cars are found
PreacherPilgrims member who tried to convert bikers to Christianity
The names of Brett Gardiner's family have all been changed
The author obtained all material in this book from attendance through the criminal trial and review of transcripts. In addition, she met regularly with Brett Gardiner in the detention centre to hear about his life story. According to biker culture, one may never divulge any information about the motorcycle club or any of its activities. Brett remained true to that code and only ever divulged information about his life before the events at Shedden. All content in this book is based heavily on the trial and testimony.
Some names have been altered to protect family members and children.
Assembling the Chorus
As flies to wanton boys are we to th' gods.
King Lear , act 4, scene 1
Russ Rusty Steele and Mary Steele generally rise each morning at 7:15. On the morning of April 8, 2006, they had finished their breakfast cereal and were topping up their coffees as they sat in their kitchen overlooking Stafford Line. Their house is nestled among pine trees just outside of Shedden, Ontario, invariably described as a sleepy hamlet about 20 miles west of London, but they still had a clear view of the gravel road that runs from their house back into town. Just then Forbes Holden drove past, likely on one of his regular visits to the Steeles' neighbour, Charlie McMullen. Mary always said they could set their watches by Forbes's visits.
Shortly after 8 a.m. the Steeles got a call from Charlie. Forbes tells me there's a mess out near your field. A bunch of cars out there. We're going out for a look-see.
The Steeles live on what is typically considered a gentleman's farm. Their substantial brick home is relatively new. The grounds are immaculately kept with a circular gravel driveway, parking spaces for numerous vehicles, and a pond that is inviting to look upon with birch trees settled on its shores and an arched bridge separating the deeper from the shallower sections. During the summer, the pond is green and murky, with a bottom you likely do not want to feel underfoot. On this spring day, however, the pond is merely a grey, thawing slush. By country standards, where the sounds are subdued by the perching larks, a breeze across willows, the gentle flap of a Canadian flag tethered to its pole, this is decidedly a pond for reflection as opposed to swimming or fishing. This is a place that exudes calm. When you approach the driveway and turn off the car, there is nothing more pressing than this peace.
Behind the pond and the main house, the property spans 95 acres of treed and harvested land. A deer run erected by the previous owners runs from the road to the barn and out toward the end of the property along Stafford Line. Eight-foot-tall deer-and-buffalo fencing differentiates the traditional cattle farmers from the entrepreneurial and aspiring. The Steeles wouldn't have much use for such fencing.
The Steeles are salt-of-the earth retired dairy farmers. They moved here the previous fall for the peace and quiet. Like most people who decide to live in the country or have grown up rural all their lives, they wanted to be somewhat removed from broader society but still be part of a community. This is, after all, a place where grandchildren come and play, and a place to mix the odd euchre tournament with substantial seclusion. It is a place to relax after so many years of running the dairy farmarduous work in the seeding, fielding, and eventual recovery of crops set against dairy cattle that need multiple daily feedings and milkings, not to mention the spring calving.