Two years after my father learned the truth about Joseph, he turned up at Josephs door with Jimmy and let him know that he knew the truth. Joseph lashed out at my father, but Jimmy, by then in his mid teens and as large as a truck, punched him in the mouth, exploding four of his front teeth.
Four more boys came forward to say that Joseph had also abused them. Unwilling to pass him over to the police, the accusing boys fathers, their friends and relatives made his last years a living hell. He was hunted, tortured, and beaten up by men who once looked up to our family. He went to work for a scrap company in another town, and five years ago he died, alone in his home, from a heart attack.
My father no longer has anything to do with his remaining brother, Tory. After Old Noah died, Tory refused to speak to them again, and in the following years, he lost most of his money.
My father has throat cancer a legacy of his years of heavy smoking. He is near blind, and spends most of his time asleep in front of the TV. His last attempt at bullying the family ended when Henry-Joe stood up to him and hit him back, yelling You might be able to scare everyone else, old man, but I am not a little boy any more. Im a betterman than you will ever be, so dont ever raise your hand to me again.
My father did not. He knew that he had been beaten.
Jimmy, now barely twenty, turned out to be the wolf my father had hoped for. But my fathers violent training backfired. No one, not even my father, can stop Jimmys violence now. My father came to believe he was possessed, and took him to a church in the hope of an exorcism. It made no difference: Jimmy still spends his life looking for trouble. He has been charged several times with grievous bodily harm on one occasion, towards thirteen people at one time. It began as a spat in the local pub when a Gorgia man tried to chat up Frankie. She tried to get rid of him before Jimmy arrived back from the bar. She pushed him away and he punched her in the eye in front of Jimmy, sealing his doom. The night ended with several people with broken bones and the guy who started it all with his index finger bitten off by Jimmy and spat across the carpet.
The days of knocking on doors are history it is now against the law to call, the way Gypsies used to. The younger generation, while determined to carry on with their traditions for as long as possible, are having to find new ways of surviving.
I hope that they can. Left to themselves the Romanies live peacefully and quietly, away from the spotlight. But the Irish Travellers have damaged the image of travelling people everywhere parking trailers wherever they choose, and scattering litter. There is also a lot more violence, not just with fists, but with knives.
A couple of years ago my brothers were accosted by a gang of fifteen Irish Travellers, aware of the reputation ofour family as fighters. Henry-Joe and Jimmy were prepared to fight, but knives appeared, and today Henry-Joe has vicious scars across his back, and Jimmy, after surgery for wounds to his face, was left with paralysed muscles down one side.
As for our old friends, many of them have encountered hard times.
Kayla-Jaynes boyfriend Tyrone left her after she slept with him. Weeks later she realised she was pregnant. She kept it hidden until the eighth month, when her family found out. Tyrone was forced to marry her, but of course it didnt last, and, like Frankie, she and her child live with her parents.
Levoy turned to crack not long after my departure, and was sent to stay with a family in San Diego to dry out. I saw him a few years ago, and although he was free of drugs, they had affected him deeply, both physically and mentally. He now lives with his parents and works in a local store in Newark. Bitter about what our upbringing has made him, he doesnt see any of the people he used to know.
Adam came back to the Newark camp, and is now married, with three children.
Romaine didnt marry. Now in her mid-twenties, she is regarded as a spinster. Aunt Minnie still wears her fur coat.
Jamie-Leigh married a violent man, who, while high on Ecstasy, was hit by a train and killed. In the years after I left Newark, when both she and Frankie had lost their husbands and were excluded socially, they found one another again and became very close. Jamie-Leigh would come round every day, always joking with my brothers that she was waiting for me to return and marry her. When myfamily came to meet me at the airport she had sent with them a paper napkin, with a large heart drawn on it to give to me. Underneath she had written, with perfect spelling, I love you.
Soon after that, Jamie-Leigh got involved with the underworld and began smuggling drugs. She was caught with cocaine strapped to her thighs, and is now serving a long sentence in a South American prison. I dont know if we will ever meet again, but I will always feel she is a part of me.
My cousin Tory got married and lives with his wife and children in a house across the way from Granny Bettie. Noah is divorced and works as a bodyguard now.
Aunt Maudie had a stroke while she cleaned the kitchen, and Uncle Tory came home that night to find her dead on the kitchen floor. He was devastated.
It breaks my heart to know how many of our people are struggling, and turning to drugs or crime. A once proud race has been brought to its knees.
And what of the mythical King of the Gypsies?
The real truth is that there never has been a Romany king. Only the odd self-proclaimed fool, who ends up getting himself and his whole bloodline beaten to a pulp.
I wouldnt change my life. If I hadnt done all that I have done, I wouldnt be where I am today. I am proud of my race, and what I am.
You can take the boy away from the Gypsies, but you cant take the Gypsy out of the boy.