Thursday, August 10, 2017


Thursday - Stanley

I had started a blog a few days ago about some issues I was having about deciding what to do with my art collection when I die.  However, my computer had other ideas.

In February I left Cape Town for Johannesburg with a perfectly functioning computer.  When I landed, it was dead. About a month later, when I emerged from the bush, I had it fixed.  Water damage, I was told.  I have used it ever since.

Last Sunday, I left Minneapolis for Paris with the same computer.  It worked fine on Monday, but when I awoke on Tuesday, it was dead again.  It obviously doesn't like flying.  So here I am on Wednesday night without a completed blog and a wonderful Chablis and three Calvados under my belt, trying to decide what to do.  So I will blog about my belongings at a later date, and replay a story about one of my favorite South Africans.  Indeed, his exploits provided the idea for a novella I've just finished -- more about that later too.

So here is The Stander Gang once again.

Well, it was meant to be the Stander Gang, but blogspot doesn't like Mette's computer.  So I apologize for my non-blog.  Sigh.

Gadzooks, I kept trying to make it work, and maybe it is.

Sigh. I tried to preview the blog and it cocked a snoot at me.  So who knows.  Apologies.
Most countries have criminals or criminal events that capture the public’s imagination, sometimes positively, but usually negatively.  Some that come to mind are Bonnie and Clyde, Al Capon, Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, Charles Manson, Ronald Briggs and the Great Train Robbery, Jack the Ripper, and so on.  We all have heard of these people and the crimes they perpetrated.

In South Africa, it was what the media called the Stander Gang that caused newspaper sales to soar.  The public couldn’t get enough information (or speculation) about the gang and its exploits, and even today there are many South Africans who wish that the gang had got away with its daring exploits.  In fact, at one stage in the spree of bank robberies, it became a badge of distinction to have been robbed by the gang.

The gang was named after its leader, André Stander, son of a senior officer in the Correctional Services, Major-General Frans Stander.  After failing high school, the Major-General suggested (!) that André join the police.

In a surprising turnabout, André was selected as the Best Recruit in 1964.  After graduating he rose through the ranks and was promoted to captain in 1977 and headed the Criminal Investigation Department at the Johannesburg suburb of Kempton Park, near Johannesburg’s international airport.

Apparently his success in the police force didn’t meet all his needs, probably both emotional and financial.  So he took up robbing banks as a hobby.  On his days off from his police job, he would fly to Durban, don a disguise, rent or steal a car at the airport, and go and rob a bank or building society.  When he finished he would drive back to the airport, fly back to Johannesburg, and become a policeman again.

He did this for three years, leaving his colleagues in the police force bewildered, with no clues as to who was pulling off the audacious jobs.  As is so often the case, he became overconfident and boasted to one of his close friends about what he was doing.  The friend worked for the Bureau of State Security (BOSS) – one of the draconian arms of the apartheid government.  The friend reported the comments, and the police set up surveillance. 

Sure enough, after flying into Johannesburg from a heist in Durban, he was apprehended with money, disguises, and a firearm in his luggage.  He was found guilty on 15 of 28 charges of bank robbery and sentenced to an effective 17 years in a maximum-security prison.

At this stage in his career, he enjoyed only minor celebrity status, which included rumours that he would rob a bank during his lunch hour, then return to it later to investigate the crime.


However, it’s what happened next that catapulted him to the spotlight and fame.

While in prison, Stander met and befriended two other bank robbers, Patrick Lee McCall and Allan Heyl.  In August 1983, Stander and McCall, with several other prisoners, were scheduled to meet with a physiotherapist.  While in the waiting room, Stander and McCall overpowered their guards and the poor physiotherapist and escaped.

About two moths later, Stander and McCall returned to the prison and sprung Heyl from the maximum-security facility.  Then the fun began. 

Over the next three months, what became called the Stander Gang, robbed at will.  They raided a gun shop and took an arsenal of weapons.  Stander took a yellow Porsche Targa for a test drive at a dealership and left the salesman gawping as the Porsche sped into the distance.  Far from coy, Stander used the Porsche to go to nightclubs and to transport girls from an escort agency to and from the gang’s three safe house in the affluent suburb of Houghton.

In the two months from mid-November 1983 to mid-January 1984, the gang robbed twenty banks, sometimes four in a day.  Each time they robbed a bank, the newspapers splashed their deeds all over the front page, and the public cheered.  They saw Stander as a modern day Robin Hood, a gentleman robber – although there is no evidence he did anything charitable with his money, and in fact the police were pretty sure he was a rapist.  The more the gang robbed, the more support the gang garnered from the public.

Again over-confidence took hold.  Stander robbed a bank, in disguise, but without his sun glasses.  A camera caught him in action, and the police at last had a clear image of his face – which they gave to every newspaper in the country, as well as to TV.  Stander realized that time was running short and arranged to buy a yacht in Cape Town in which the three could sail to the United States.  Stander flew to the States on a false passport  to finalize details.

The day after he left, apparently based on information offered by some of the escort agency girls, the police surrounded one of the safe houses.  After a mighty gun battle, McCall was killed.  Heyl, who was elsewhere that evening, then fled the country and went to ground in Greece, on the island of Hydra.

Mugshots of Stander by Florida police
Stander meanwhile assumed the guise of an Australian writer in the Fort Lauderdale area of Florida.  He bought an old Ford Mustang, but was stopped by the police shortly afterwards for driving an unregistered vehicle.  They photographed and fingerprinted Stander (or Peter Harris, as he was known) and impounded the car.  Undaunted, Stander broke into the police impound lot and stole his car back.  Then he did something that boggles the mind – something that if any of us tried to use in one of our books, the editor would delete it immediately, rolling her eyes, thinking how stupid some writers can be.  Stander took the Mustang back to the second-hand dealer from whom he had bought it and asked for it to be sprayed a different color.

As luck would have it, the dealer had read in the local newspaper about the Stander Gang and recognised Stander when he walked in.  He called the police.  That evening the police surrounded Stander’s apartment, and when he showed up around 10:30 PM, they confronted him.  He tried to wrestle with one of the policemen, whose shotgun went off, fatally wounding Stander.

As for Allan Heyl, he left Hydra for England, where he pulled a small heist.  Eventually a confidence trickster he had befriended, turned him into the police.  He was arrested at a house in Surrey.  In May 1985, he was sentenced to nine years imprison.  When he was released, he was extradited to South Africa where he received an additional sentence from which he was paroled in 2005.  And guess what?  He is now a motivational speaker!

As I was researching this blog, I spoke to one of my friends about the Stander Gang.  Twenty-five years after the events, she remembered much of what the gang had done.  She said she still wished it had got away with its exploits.  Stander’s audacity and the number of successful robberies he pulled off endeared him to large numbers of the public.  They admired his cool and daring, and probably fantasized that they too could do what he did. 

He became a people’s hero.  And of course a movie was made about him – Stander starring Tom Jane (who’s he?).  And BBC Masterminds devoted an episode to the gang.  And there are several books also.

PS.  I also discovered that one of the reasons Heyl gave to his parole hearing in South Africa was that he needed to collect his share of the royalties from the movie!  The world is a strange place.


  1. It is amazing what people do - and even more amazing who people decide to admire. Wishing he they had gotten away with it? Incredible.

  2. Many years ago, Boston was in the midst of a panic caused by a strangler who murdered older women by strangling them with a nylon stocking.

    Initially, the women were elderly. Most victims were strangled but some were sexually assaulted and not killed.

    Then there was a change and most of the victims were young women. In both groups there were women who were attacked with other weapons. The press and the community were convinced that it was one man; the police were doubtful because there were such differences in the attacks and the outcomes.

    The one thing that really confused the police was the fact that the assailant did not break into any of the apartments. There were allowed in despite all the publicity. The question, never answered, was how did he convince women, in that atmosphere, to let him in. Eventually, Albert DeSalvo was convicted and, subsequently, murdered in prison. The attacks stopped after his arrest but the police were never convinced that the was responsible for all the killings.

    When panic sets in odd things happen. Growing up, I lived on a small street, 10 houses, with lots of kids. Two of the houses were the homes of an elderly couple in their 90's and a widow in her eighties. The widow lived next door to us and she spent summers with her family so the house was empty from late May to early September.

    One day there was great excitement in the neighborhood. Police cars came into the street from both directions. Police officers, lots of them, went into the widow's yard, guns drawn. My brother, about 7 or 8 years old, comes running into the house, ashen faced. He tells my mother that all the cops are looking for him and his gang. A group of 8 year-olds had gone into her yard, something never allowed. The old man across the street called the police to report a suspicious person in the yard of an 80 year-old woman who lived alone. Police figured they had the Strangler.

    If anyone was likely to be run into jail that day it was the old man who made the call that brought about thirty police officers to our neighborhood and scared a bunch of little boys to death.


  3. Great story Stan. The bit about the robber turned motivational speaker is priceless. Though you do need a bit of 'get up and go' to complete a heist, I suppose.

  4. To quote Dan, "Great story, Stan."

    What leapt out was your comment about wildly irrational behavior that editors would delete (and some readers might object to). Even though it's an everyday fact of life.

    I think the task isn't to make characters seamlessly rational, but to make their irrationality comprehensible. In a simple enough way for an irrational, fear-driven editor to understand.


  5. I just loved your piece, Stan. And thank you for that first photo showing me what really happened to Sonny Bono. Great.


  6. Tom Jane isn't an A-List actor by any means, but he is a fairly hard working B-Lister. He currently stars in the American television show, "Hung" -- yes, the title does imply what you think it does.

  7. A BC blog ( before Caro!!!), what a story but it has a ring of familiarity about it. Not any point in being that clever and audacious if nobody knows. And you have me thinking about what the news is..........

  8. Can you see me tapping my foot, waiting impatiently for the news! It feels like Christmas morning....for one who celebrates.

  9. Stan, this story is new (and news) to me. It's fascinating. I think theAnonymous comment of Septmber 3, 2011 above was written by Tom Jane.
    Can't wait to hear the upcoming news. I won't speculate.

  10. I hesitate, as always, to plunge into controversial waters, but one must wonder: is it better to cock a snoot or to snoot a cock?

  11. Speaking of cocks, it's terrific to hear listed among the greats of crime of the past, that famous Chicago chicken bootlegger, Al Capon. Good luck with the computer gods, Stan.

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