The police arrived and the teenagers ran away, but were rounded up. The police told me that some of the teenagers were known to them, but the few white children that had taken part were looking very sheepish. I was asked whether I wanted to press charges about the breaking of my glasses, but I replied that nothing would happen: it was a waste of time. The police took my name and address, but failed to take the details of any of the passengers who witnessed these events, and who could have verified what had happened. The 124 buses no longer run between 13.00pm and 17.00pm because of incidents like these.

Several weeks later I was charged with the assault of six teenagers on the bus. My solicitors, while dealing with the case, disclosed that the two boys I had confronted were both convicted street robbers (which probably means that they were muggers, even at their tender age). I asked for a trial by jury, my right in law, but this was denied. The trial, before a magistrate at Woolwich, was held in camera (i.e. closed to the public). The two street robbers were left out of the case, leaving only teenage girls who had not been anywhere near me on the bus.

To have a jury trial is my right. For a conviction to be of any worth it must be arrived at properly. The justice system, including the Crown Prosecution Service, by gross negligence and abuse of power, denied me a fair trial. They prosecuted me without the presence of the witnesses on the bus, or the street robber boys. They fixed it to sneak a conviction, knowing there was nothing I could do.

Some time later I appeared before a judge at Woolwich. I was sentenced to six weeks in prison, on my refusal to pay the unruly teenagers £50 each. It was neither right nor just to try someone in camera and then sentence them in open court. The Crown Prosecution Service told the court that I had assaulted girls, the implication being that I was sexual pervert.

This led to an ordeal which included being beaten by prison warders in the reception area at Belmarsh prison on 7 April 1995, and which resulted in my retinas becoming detached. The beating was because I was supposed to be a sexual pervert, a "nonce case." I was aged 54 at the time.

Immediately I was released I went into hospital to have the first of six operations to prevent me from losing my sight. A short while later I made a statement to Sgt. Henkins at Plumstead Police Station. Henkins told me that all he did at Plumstead was investigate claims by prisoners of being beaten-up at Belmarsh Prison. I was seeking to bring charges against the prison warders for the assault which had caused my retinas to become detached.

My calls and inquiries were never answered; I was passed around between various individuals; it transpired that Plumstead police had lost the statement I made to Sgt. Henkins. I also attempted to claim compensation from Police at Plumstead for deliberately withholding evidence, i.e. perverting the course of justice.

The response of the prison officers to my accusation was to claim that they had restrained me after I had assaulted a prisoner called Goff. My solicitors seemed more and more reluctant to fight my case; they never objected to the prevarications of the Treasury Solicitors (the Home Office solicitors), seeming quite happy to milk the Legal Aid Board for their fees. At the pre-trial hearing they omitted to call witnesses to answer for the lost evidence.

There is no body which investigates Legal Aid fraud. Solicitors can do what they like. The Home Office sought to cover-up the attack on me as they had the many previous attacks on prisoners at Belmarsh.

On 18 September 2000 I arrived at Court to find that my solicitor, of Kenneth Cunningham & Co., Lewisham, had abandoned me. A Treasury Solicitor handed me a bundle of documents, which had been prepared by them. Was this the first time in British legal history that the Defendant provided the Prosecutions' trial bundle? It was obvious that my solicitors were in cahoots with the Home Office.

I glanced though the trial bundle but there was no evidence at all: no doctor's report - lost. No statement by Goff, no police statement, nor my own. Nothing, just "not me Gov." statements from the four prison officers, and my own medical records from 1960 onwards. There was no evidence that I had been in prison or that four officers had beaten me and caused the injuries to my eyes.

I told to the lady judge that this trial bundle insulted my intelligence and that I wanted a jury to award my damages. I said I did not trust the Court to be unbiased towards the powerful Home Office. I no longer trusted the system to deliver a fair verdict, which is why I wanted a jury trial, but this was refused.

The time limit to lodge an appeal against her decision almost ran out due to deliberate 'shilly-shallying' by officials, e.g. passing me around the High Court and not putting stamps on letters.

I went before Justice Wright (in Court 73, where David Irving's case was heard) but my appeal for a jury trial was turned down.

When the time of the next pre-trial hearing came, the Treasury Solicitors sent a Negro barrister, who had apparently been told that I had sacked my legal team. I told him I had in fact been abandoned by them, in the same way as Jemima Goldsmith had been dropped by the Goldsmith family solicitors after saying that Jews control the media. I also said that if I were a member of an ethnic minority I would be paid at the court door. He looked a bit grim at this comment.

During the exchanges of correspondence I had inadvertently been provided with a copy of a HM Prison Service memo in which it is admitted that no record exists of my supposed assault on Goff.

My solicitors had no reason not to have a trial bundle and fight the case for me. As lawyers, they must have been aware that it was a case of corruption, and that the prison officers were lucky to escape prosecution.

The judge told me that the case was being moved forward (i.e. rushed) to begin on 30 January 2001. He made no remark about the trial bundles for prosecution and defence both emanating from the Treasury Solicitors. I knew the case was going to be stitched-up to enable the Home Office to deny me any compensation and cover up for the prison staff at Belmarsh. That is exactly what happened.

In May 1999 a "six-figure settlement" was paid into court by the Metropolitan Police for Colin Tomlinson, left, who needed two eye operations after an alleged assault. No further action was taken because Tomlinson declined to provide a full statement about the incident to the Police Complaints Authority

Eva Harold, an interior designer and a regular at society fund-raising parties in London, was assaulted by a gang of black schoolgirls on a bus and kicked so viciously by one that a bone was forced through the skin of her arm, requiring the insertion of two plates.

Miss Harold's case is a disturbing glimpse of how a racially-charged incident can escalate into violence. The attack on Miss Harold is being treated by the Metropolitan Police as racially motivated. According to Miss Harold, she was called a "white bitch" by at least one of a group of about eight black schoolgirls.

Miss Harold maintains she is not a racist but says she told the girls, among other things, that they would not attack a black woman in the same way.

On November 10 Miss Harold, who is in her early 50s, was at the front of a bus travelling through Battersea in south-west London on her way to a doctor's appointment in Knightsbridge. "I realised the back of the bus was practically empty. I said 'Excuse me, I want to go through' to the first girl. She just looked at me with this hostile stare. She was about 15.

"Then she looked at me again and I said, again, 'Excuse me', and then again. And I asked again, louder, but you could see she was doing it on purpose. At one point she said: 'Where do you think you are going, you white bitch?' She was black. They were all black." They were 14 or 15 years old.

Miss Harold managed to pass the girl but found herself confronted by another, who also abused her. "I had not been aggressive in any way. I just wanted to get to the back of the bus" she said. "But by this time I was angry. I said how dare they talk to me like that. The first girl said: 'If you don't shut up I am going to slap you.'

"I said that if I was a black woman she would not dare to talk to me like this. It was because I was white. It was totally obvious. One hit me with her fist on my head twice. I fell backwards and I hit my head on a rail."

Miss Harold recalls that she said to one girl: "You think just because you are black you can terrorise everyone." The girl responded: "You call me black. You don't like my colour." Miss Harold retorted: "Don't twist things around. That's not what I said."

Within moments, she said, "they were shouting and screaming and then she punched me again and I fell back and they were all over me. They hit me and were kicking me. One was hitting me with an umbrella, saying, 'I am going to kill you, you white bitch.' It was terrible."

The bus eventually reached a stop and a woman passenger persuaded her to get off. However, she said, one of the girls "ran out of the bus and hit me so hard in the head I fell against the wall. I hit the front of my face against the wall."

"Then she started kicking me, aiming at my head," Miss Harold said. "I must have raised my hand. She kicked my hand instead and I realised she had broken my arm. The pain was unbearable. Imagine what would have happened to my head."