Criminals like Carl Williams should be treated with the same contempt he demonstrated for lives of those connected to his victims. Everyone must suffer the consequences of their life choices. Williams chose drugs and murder, ironically the same final choice of his mother, Barbara Williams.
When Barbara Williams decided that life without her devoted serial killer son was just not worth living, it was yet another strong message that crime doesn’t pay. Unlike Mark ‘Chopper’ Reid, I try to steer away from speaking ill of the dead, unless I was prepared to do so whilst they were living. I feel no sadness for Barbara, who was part of a drug trafficking ring involving money laundering and murder.
As for Carl, I find it hard to believe that there is even a debate as to whether he should be allowed to attend his mother’s funeral. Let’s not forget that we are talking about a convicted serial killer. I can’t recall the last time we let a serial killer out in the past to farewell loved ones – that’s because we never have! There is no doubting Williams’ love for his mother, and I wholeheartedly believe that the self confessed mummy’s boy is suffering greatly. But so he should. There was no limit to the death threats and accusations he and his camp threw at Police charged with investigating the gangland murders. He cared little for those and the families he murdered and even less for the law.
When Williams had Jason Moran gunned down in 2003, in front of scores of Aus- Kick kids, including Moran’s own children, he gave up any right to be treated with compassion or consideration. It is one thing to knock off a rival criminal but an entirely different and deplorable reality to involve children, no matter who their parents may be.
In his self-proclaiming letters to his mother, Williams writes of the murders he committed as ‘kill or be killed’ even referencing his murderous rampage to that of a soldier paid to kill as part of his survival. As much as Williams would like to rationalise his sins, it simply isn’t true. Williams was always a ‘wanna be gangster’ who many agree, slipped under the police radar thanks to his less than average intelligence and sheer stupidity.
Considered a joke by the criminal associates around him, he was even given a bullet by the Moran’s as a 29th birthday present. Had he been considered a true player in the underworld, there is no doubt the Moran boys would have finished the job. Unfortunately for them they didn’t and the rest is history.
When the average fat boy from the northern suburbs found himself faced with an opportunity to move drugs for himself, he seized it with both hands, with money and power quick to follow.
There was nothing strategic or clever in what followed, regardless of what people think. Williams had the money and the underworld hit men had full time employment. It doesn’t take brains, power or guts to have someone killed; it takes money, nothing more and nothing less.
Williams suddenly found himself in a position to satisfy his hunger for revenge and acceptance. With each paid slaying, his mediocrity was being transformed into an inflated ego bubble, of course with the assistance of media and his gutter mouthed gangster mole, Roberta. He thrived on his own self-importance and notoriety as being one of the big boys. But Williams new found persona soon came tumbling down. As one former inmate recently put it, he is just another bare bum in the shower. Without his mother or toe-rag Roberta to protect and build him up, Carl is again living the lifestyle he deserves.
Neither father nor son has any right to expect a day out to farewell Barbara. Carl has made his bed and George is actually estranged from his former wife anyway. I am sure however that they will be well represented by media whore Roberta. Maybe she could even take on the role as ‘special host’ for ACA, at the big farewell. Nothing would surprise me.