Billy Giles - The Troubles - Life in The Maze

Life in The Maze

Giles was housed in the prison's H-Blocks. He spent his time studying and took several GCSE's; he eventually obtained an Open University Degree in Social Sciences. He also wrote a play about his childhood in Island Street called "Boy Girl. It was later performed before a Belfast audience; his parents were present at the performance. Few people present at the performance were aware of the fact that it was the work of a UVF prisoner.

It took Giles seven years before he adjusted to life inside The Maze. He gave many interviews to British journalist, Peter Taylor, to whom he confessed his deep remorse at the killing of Michael Fay, saying that he had "never felt like a whole person again" since the fatal shooting.

On two separate occasions, Giles claimed he had saved the lives of prison officers inside the Maze; the first time when he stopped an inmate from cutting an officer's throat and the second time during a prison riot in March 1995 when he persuaded his inmates to stop the wrecking and to allow free passage to the Block staff.

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