Victorious ... Bandido bikie Caesar
Campbell, shot three times / Pic:
Source: The Daily Telegraph
OLD bikies never die. They don't mellow,
the biggest and baddest of all, took three shots
at the Milperra Massacre.
Between the second
and third shots - a shotgun followed by a .38 -
he reached over to tear the throat out of
Comanchero Ivan "Sparra" Romcek, who died right
there. He was 38 then. Caesar, not Sparra.
He is 64 now,
sitting in the loungeroom of his home in the
Snowy Mountains region, with pictures of his
brothers on the wall as clean-cut young men.
Then there is the other photograph, the brothers
photoshopped together with their bushy bikie
Here are the two
sides of the man called Caesar.
his son walked into the loungeroom and grabbed
his father by the hand and leaned over to kiss
him on the forehead.
"Hey Dad," he
Amid all the
Bandidos paraphernalia decorating the room,
sitting on the coffee table is a single sheet of
paper - a hospital report from January this
year. It details the two scars across Caesar's
forearm, the scar across the shoulder that
bisects a tattoo and the pale scar that runs
across his cheek.
"I told the cops I
had a run in with sheet metal," Caesar said,
explaining the scars.
Four pieces of
sheet metal, to be exact.
"I was walking a
bit behind the woman," he said, indicating his
wife Donna, "and one of them decided he was
going to put his hand on her shoulder. So I
stepped on the four bits of sheet metal and one
of them had a jagged edge and happened to get
"But," he said,
"the jagged edge had a piece of metal go up
here," and he pokes the soft skin under his jaw,
"and it come out here."
He points to where
the steel came out through the tongue.
hazards of scrap metal are not all the dangers
Caesar has been
shot more times since he left jail than he was
at Milperra, when along with his brothers
Shadow, Bull, Wack, Snake and Chop he took on
the Comanchero in the most famous bikie brawl in
In the new book
Enforcer, which Donna wrote with the help of her
friend Liz - out on Monday and described by
Donna as "97 per cent fact and 3 per cent
fiction" - Caesar details how the war started,
not because the Comanchero had split over issues
of power, as was pushed in court, but because
the Campbell brothers had caught Comanchero
president Jock Ross having an affair with a club
Ross soon split
the club so he didn't have to answer charges,
and the city chapter eventually patched over to
escalated until the two gangs ran into each
other at the Viking Tavern on Father's Day 1984,
when seven eventually died.
Caesar was the
second man shot after his brother Snake, two
blasts of a shotgun putting him down next to
Sparra before a Comanchero named Robert "JJ"
Heeney - or maybe it was his Ol' Lady, Caesar
always thought she had more balls - shot him
with the .38 that lodged under the skin in his
He can't remember
a lot of what happened next. The .22s, he said,
sting, while shotgun blasts are more like being
thumped with a baseball bat.
The last time he
was shot was several years back when he was
watering his lawn and a car rolled past, with
the windows coming down. He dropped the hose and
opened his arms when - crack, crack - two .22s
hit him in the guts.
"Is that the best
youse can f ... ing do?" he yelled at the
It never stops for
old bikies. Just two weeks ago he was having a
drink at his local when it started again.
"A bunch of Lebs
sitting in two cars," he said, "and the 'big,
bad bikie' thing came out. They got out of the
cars. They were about 23, 24, and there was
seven of them. I decked three and the other four
didn't want nothing to do with it."
At a rough count
Caesar, an underground fighter and the Bandidos'
sergeant-at-arms, has had about 800 fights.
That works out to
be about a fight every three weeks since he had
his first at 14, when his father put him in a
In all that time
nobody has ever dropped him to as much as a
knee. He used to worry about losing. In his 40s
he was sure it was near and in his 50s he was
certain. But it still hasn't happened and he is
content now, at 64, that if it does happen it
will be because of his age and not because the
other bloke is better.
course, it's another bloke in his 60s."
part is that it keeps happening. Might it be
because, nowadays, he looks more like an old
bloke trying to look like a bikie, rather than
the 24-carat real deal?
"They look and
they see a 60-year-old bloke and they think he's
not going to be much trouble," Caesar said. "And
normally a 60-year-old bloke, to a 20 and
30-year-old, isn't going to be any trouble.
"But I've been hit
with baseball bats, bricks, shot, stabbed, hit
with a car ...
"I can take a
thump and it doesn't affect me so much."
Years back he was
in a pub toilet when a rival bikie told him some
blokes in the carpark were loading his bike onto
the back of their ute.
"Put the bike back
down," he said when he found them. Soon after,
two were unconscious and the third was groaning.
Caesar then took
a boning knife he
kept on his belt and sliced the little finger
off each of them, then wrapped them in a
handkerchief. When he got home he tossed the
small package to Donna.
fingers," she said. He already had another 20 or
so kept in a jar.
Not that he is
always looking for a fight. Some years back he
was in a pub when a bloke started in on him.
"You're built like
a brick shithouse," he kept saying. "How big are
It got to the
point where Caesar stood up and walked to the
pub next door. Shortly after the bloke was
"How big are you?"
He got up again and began to walk out through
the toilets, when the bloke grabbed him on his
colours. "I thought, 'F ... why'd you have to do