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WARNING: King describes himself as a living walking billboard against gun crime

DAVIDSTAR ROYAL King is no pretty sight.

And who would be after being shot at close range in the head by a sawn-off shotgun?

Formerly known as David Raymond Fergus, the 40-year-old former amateur boxer is frustrated that members of the public view him as “mad” due to his eccentric character – he is often seen around London wearing a crown adorned with images of slaves and peacock feathers holding pictures of himself after being shot. And it hurts him that people call him names because of his facial disfigurement.

“I have been given a lot of stick from the public and the police who often judge me based upon my appearance, which shows you how shallow society is,” he tells The Voice. “I have even been taken to court accused of being a nuisance and distasteful because I show people pictures of my head after being shot at close range by a gun, But I won my court case because I had a right to freedom of speech and because the pictures are of me, I can show them to the world. But what people need to realise is that I see myself as a living, walking billboard for the fight against gun-crime.”

Urging Voice readers to help him spread awareness of his anti-gun and anti violent computer games campaign King says: “I don’t want people to be afraid of me when they see me coming down the street. I mean no harm, I just don’t want anybody else to have to go through what I went through and every time I hear about another shooting my heart is shattered because I desperately want to see a stop to all the blood-shedding in our community.”

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King, who used to train with former British and Commonwealth heavyweight champion Danny Williams at the Lynn Boxing Club in Walworth, south east London, said: “What people don’t realise is that I was not born disfigured and I didn’t always speak with a speech impediment. I was shot in the head when I was 23. I got shot in the left side of my head which ripped out my left eye and subsequently left pellets embedded in the left side of the lower quarter of my brain causing brain injuries. I should be a dead man but I am not dead, I am here now speaking to you 17 years later.”

He clearly remembers the night he got shot, April 30, 1994. “I was visiting my local community centre, the Albrighton Centre nicknamed “50 Pence Club” on Dog Kennel Hill, south east London. They were holding an ‘all-dayer’ community party. I was chilling with old school friends and guys I grew up with in the area and I was just about to get ready to leave when my younger brother came on the scene, which made me decide to hang around a bit longer. Being the eldest I wanted to make sure he was safe because there were a few unsavoury characters hanging around. I was minding my own business when a young guy came up to me and punched me twice in the face. Defending myself I right-fisted him and he stumbled to the ground. He then got up and ran off.

“I was left standing feeling very confused wondering why I was attacked because I did not have any previous argument with anyone. I immediately thought that something deeper was going on and I left by the fire exit. But I had to return because I could not find my brother after the chaos. I then noticed a team of youths walking towards me equipped with various tools and weapons but while I was stepping back, what I didn’t see was the silent shooter walking up behind me with a sawn-off shotgun. Then suddenly behind my left ear I heard someone say, ‘don’t f***ing move’ and that was it...BANG!”

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