Michael Emmett - Sins of Fathers: A Spectacular Break from a Dark Criminal Past

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For my family and the hope of things to come.

by Jonathan Aitken

Memoirs of a criminals road to redemption have never been more colourful or more convincing than this mighty rushing cataract of an autobiography by Michael Emmett.

The author, who I have known for over twenty years, is by any measurement a big man in physical stature, in former law-breaking villainy, in sensual appetites for beautiful women, in generous friendships in dark places, in warm-hearted family love, and ultimately in the intensity of his late-flowering religious faith.

Michaels life story began in the 1950s on a council estate in South London. He captures the boisterous vitality of this unsung subculture with a Pepys-like authenticity rich in detail.

But sinister shadows soon start falling in the forms of rampant criminality, violence, a turbulent relationship with his kleptomaniac father, the early death of his brother, and, far earlier, the sexual abuse of Michael by a babysitter.

Becoming possessed by what he himself calls a dysfunctional, dishonest evil spirit, it did not take Michael long to rise from small-time South London crime to big-time international drug-smuggling. His criminal exploits across oceans and continents are excitingly told dramas. But in the end our villain, or hero, is arrested at gunpoint in a Devon fishing port and sentenced to twelve-and-a-half years imprisonment.

For Michael Emmett, that event should have been the end of the story. Far from it.

How Michael Emmett found Christian faith when in prison, and was transformed by it, is the stuff of which miracles are made, bearing witness to the Holy Spirit in action.

However, it was no quick-fix conversion. True to form, he rebelled, relapsed, and reverted to some of his bad old character faults. Yet his companions on his spiritual journey, mainly from Holy Trinity Bromptons Prison Alpha team, saw his potential and persevered with him. So did his daughters Aimee, Lillie and Beth; and likewise his ex-wife and rock of ages, Tracy. There were many loving and praying hands involved in this transformation.

Today the Michael Emmett I know and admire is a truly redeemed soul, a brilliant storyteller, and a remarkable bringer of the Christian good news. His book deserves to be a bestseller.

Jonathan Aitken

This is the story of my life. Not to gain favour by sugar-coating the lies: its a book that I want to write to say I am sorry to all of my loved ones and friends who helped me along the way. I pray by Gods grace that I will see the end of the problems that were caused by my cavalier attitude.

To everyone reading this book, I hope you enjoy my journey and realize that the mountains we climb take us to the valleys of peace. I pray that you read that no matter how far you fall, how many lies or deceitful actions you participate in, the Lord is always there to forgive, to show you grace, and to put your life back on track, and to bless all those you hurt.

God bless,

Michael

Some names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals.

A black Golf with a police light tears across Bideford Bridge through the blistering rain towards us. We try to do a U-turn but I can see men with guns. Were trapped on the quayside. Armed coppers jump out. Then the megaphone: Michael Emmett, dont move. Get down on your knees.

Drive, I say to Alan Trotter.

I get down in the front of the vehicle, out of harms way. Peter Bracken looks like hes got measles from the red target dots of the police weapons.

Drive, I say again.

Theyre going to kill me.

Al, drive, mate. Drive.

Al panics and tries to drive off in second gear. Its all too late. Its over.

Then Peter jumps out of the car and attempts to dive into the sea, nearly killing himself. Reinforcements come up behind and start hitting him with the pistol when he resists.

I get out of the car, screaming and shouting, Leave him alone.

Put your hands on your head, one of the armed coppers says, pointing his pistol at me. I can see one officer in front of me, two behind. One of the geezers has a massive handgun They have brought in the big boys, I realize.

No, I aint doing anything, I tell them. Its midnight, its cold, and there is so much noise.

Everyone shut up! I shout.

Everything stops. Theres silence, but the chaos comes back quickly.

The armed coppers come up behind me and smack me on the back. As I go over, one of them says, Hes got a concealed weapon.

Hes put something in his mouth, another says.

Ive got someones number, but theyre not getting it, and I swallow the piece of paper.

They knock me to my knees. The Chief Customs Officer, who has been trying to get me for eighteen months, says, A penny for your thoughts?

Starting to weep, I say, My three children.

Your what?

My three children. Leave me alone.

I feel like Ive taken him down a peg or two; Ive taken the shine off his arrest.

Hes already talking about his kids.

Dont you talk about my kids, mate! I bristle.

But I cant win.

Stand up, says the chief. Weve got you, Emmett. Weve got you. You happy now?

He puts the handcuffs on me and pushes me right over. Now I am his trophy.

They think I am a tough boy. They dont realize that behind the mask is a broken soul.

I was born with fear. This huge fear. I inherited it from my grandfather Charlie Emmett. A mental illness on a hand-me-down train. It was like a spiteful sting of a scorpions tail and it scarred deeply.

All three of us my grandfather, Dad and I were impregnated with the same insanity; this dysfunctional, dishonest, evil spirit. It was very cowardly, very cunning, very dark and could be violent when forced into a corner.

Charlie was a good-looking boy but he returned from the Second World War a changed man. He had been hit in the back by shrapnel and was in a coma for weeks. When Charlie got back home to Battersea, he became the rag-and-bone man and would shuffle about with two sticks, so he got nicknamed Sticks. Other times, Charlie would go to the pub. He used to drink beer, get drunk, and chew glass. It was his party piece. He hated the American soldiers and would have a pepper mill in his pocket, so he could throw pepper at them.