All the familiar figures – dressed as always in black – were at St Therese’s Church in middle class Essendon when they buried crime boss, Lewis Moran, the 23rd victim of Melbourne’s latest gangland war. I live nearby and regularly share a beer at the Cornish Arms Hotel, 100 metres down Sydney Road from where Lewis was murdered. Only a couple of weeks earlier, I’d launched a book on the Brunswick Football Club at the Town Hall. Across the pages are photos and stories of the hard men of the Great Depression and wartime Brunswick. The Prince of Wales. Once a den of iniquity and haunt of the Morans. Now a trendy bar. It was a bad night in 1989.
Gangsters in Black Coats – The Night Jason Moran Went Nuts – A Story About Murder, Drugs, Footy, Greyhounds, the Punt, Alan Tripp and a Whole Lot More.
