Michael Guider is a convicted Australian paedophile who is in prison at the time of writing (2013), but who could be released in June 2014. He was born in Melbourne, Australia, 20 October 1950. His family later moved to Sydney. His childhood was dysfunctional and he and his younger brother Tim spent time in institutions. Guider claimed he was sexually abused.
In his adulthood, while living in Sydney, Guider became a systematic and skilful abuser of children, mostly girls. He would, for example, babysit children for someone, and give them Coca Cola laced with the sleeping tablet Normasin. He would then abuse and photograph them while they were asleep. He kept extensive albums of photos of these children in various states of undress. He also kept albums on missing children.
The law finally caught up with him in 1996 when a mother went to police after her daughter had been abused by Guider. He was sentenced to a minimum of ten years imprisonment for sixty offences of child abuse. Denise Hofman, who had worked with Guider on Aboriginal sites around Sydney (he had some recognition as an amateur expert on this subject), began to suspect that Guider might have been connected with the disappearance of Samantha Knight, a nine-year old girl who had disappeared from her home in the Sydney suburb of Bondi, on 19 August, 1986. Hofman communicated her suspicions to the police, who eventually were able to connect Samantha's disappearance with Guider. In 2002, he was charged with her murder, but pleaded guilty to manslaughter. He maintained that he had drugged Samantha with Normasin in the same way he had drugged his other victims, but had accidentally given her an overdose. He was sentenced to twelve years imprisonment, but it was made concurrent with his other sentences, with the result that it only added eight years to his sentence. In effect, he got eight years for killing a child. He could be out in 2014.
Samantha's body has never been found. Guider gave conflicting versions of what he did with her, at first saying he could not remember. Later, he said he had buried her in Cooper Park, in the suburb of Bellevue Hill, but dug her up later and put her remains in a dumpster at the Royal Sydney Yacht Squadron, in the suburb of Kirribilli, where he worked at the time as a gardener. In 2003 he told police he had buried Samantha in the garden at the Yacht Squadron. A dig was carried out, with cadaver dogs, but nothing was found. It has been suggested that he might not want Samantha's body to be found because it might have injuries that would show she had been murdered.
NOTE: In an incredible twist of fate, Guider's younger brother Tim met Richard Seary in Sydney in 1992, see Hilton bombing article.
UPDATE: Guider came up for parole in June 2014, when he completed his eighteen years minimum sentence, but was knocked back. However, he could still be out anytime over the next five years, ie up to 2019.
Above, left and right: Samantha Knight
Above: (left to right): Michael Guider in 1986, in1994, in 1996 and in 2002
Above: Samantha Knight's parents, Tess Knight and Peter O'Meagher
ARTICLE ABOUT MICHAEL GUIDER
NEIL PATON, AUTHOR OF THIS SITE,
I didn't know Samantha Knight, but I knew the man who killed her. Michael Guider and I first crossed paths at the Wayside Chapel, Kings Cross, in the late 1970s. I had worked as a volunteer on the Crisis Centre counselling service at the Chapel, which had been something of a passion for me throughout the 1970s.
Michael Guider also worked as a volunteer counsellor on the Crisis Centre around 1978 and I saw him at the Wayside Chapel many times. It would be convenient and colourful to paint him as a dark, sinister figure who looked like Dracula and always carried a bag of lollies, but, unfortunately, the truth is much more banal. He was a friendly, sociable person, normally known as Mick, and was capable of being quite generous. He was also somewhat slimmer in those days, was cleanshaven and had short hair, unlike the rather Neanderthal figure we have seen more recently in the media. The first occasion when I met him, as far as I can remember, was when I played a game of chess with him in the coffee shop at the Chapel. He was a hopeless chess player, with no idea at all of how to win, and with some original ideas of his own that were as strong as a house of cards.
One occasion that stuck in my mind was a night when I bumped into him at a coffee lounge on Darlinghurst Road, the low-life centre of Kings Cross. A few other acquaintances gathered there while Guider shouted everyone cappuccinos (this was in the olden days, when you didn't have to be a millionaire to chain-drink cappuccinos). I remember Guider saying, at one stage of the conversation, "What I love is women." This provoked a degree of merriment, but he went on to explain that what he was referring to was the knack that women have for making a house into a home; for turning a dwelling into a cosy, comfortable place to live. It was clear that he was revealing a gap in his life. (In the light of more recent events, perhaps he should have said that what he loves is children.)
In those days, there appeared to be nothing sinister about Michael Guider. The worst thing about him seemed to be a considerable capacity for hot air. He was a know-all whose attitude was always that he knew more than the other person. He also had a tendency to big-note himself. He could talk endlessly about the books he was going to write, although he never wrote a word. I took to calling him Gunner Mick, because he was gonna do this and gonna do that, but never did anything. I remember saying to a friend, "He's okay, just full of air." My friend agreed, but unfortunately neither of us knew the truth.
From around 1980 I drifted away from Kings Cross and saw no further sign of Michael Guider until I bumped into him one day at a north shore railway station in the early 1980s. By then I was a keen bushwalker and was on my way to a bushwalk when I saw Guider on the station platform. It transpired that he also was a keen bushwalker, so the conversation got onto the subject of our favourite places. We also talked about Aboriginal sites, on which Guider was something of an expert. His capacity for joking about himself was also on display at an early stage of the conversation; tipping his sunglasses forward to reveal his eyes, he quipped, "Old red-eyes is back!" This was a reference to the permanent redness of his eyes, which he said was the result of a condition he had picked up while working at the Cronulla sandhills some years before. The encounter ended when I got on the train to Roseville and thence Davidson State Recreation Area (now Garigal National Park).
A few years after this encounter, a seemingly unrelated development took place. On August 19, 1986, a nine-year old girl named Samantha Knight disappeared from her home in the Sydney suburb of Bondi. In no time at all, her family, aided by an army of volunteers, had pasted up hundreds of posters all over Sydney, with the ultimate aim of having them in every town in New South Wales.
I was living at Bondi at the time, only a few blocks from Samantha's home in Imperial Avenue. Her disappearance triggered off an intense reaction in the local community, partly because she was "one of ours", and partly because, with her angelic face, she was probably a living image of childhood innocence. If you didn't know Samantha, you soon felt as if you did. You only had to walk along Campbell Parade, opposite Bondi Beach, and see the posters in the windows of every shop and restaurant. "Have you seen this child?" the posters implored. No, we haven't seen her, came the answer, but we wish we had, and we hope she will be found. There must have been few occasions when a child had been cared about by so many people who had never known her. The search, however, dragged on fruitlessly, and Samantha's beautiful face slipped silently into the folklore of Sydney.
As for Michael Guider, I crossed paths with him again later that year, only a few months after Samantha's disappearance. Once again it was at a railway station. I was going down the steps at Town Hall Station and Guider was coming up when we bumped into each other. He shook my hand and congratulated me on my first guide book, which had been published earlier that year. He told me he had bought a copy and it had "inspired" him, meaning that he might at last put pen to paper and produce something instead of just talking about it. I knew what he meant and told him I called him Gunner Mick; he took no offence.
In the course of the conversation, I told him I was working on a new book about walks in the Sydney Harbour National Park. He said he had plenty of material and I was welcome to use it for free if I wanted to. I expressed interest and within a week or so I was at his very humble flatette in the Sydney harbourside suburb of Kirribilli. No sooner had I sat down than he was already giving forth the usual display of hot air, talking as if he was going to tell me how to write the book; he, who had never put pen to paper in his life.
It turned out that he had a great deal of material on the various parts of Sydney Harbour National Park, especially photos and information on Aboriginal sites. His interest in this subject was undeniably genuine and was evidenced by some of the huge reference books he had acquired. Some of them, he assured me, were worth around $200. He told me of rock carvings I could find and where I could find them, although his directions proved useless when I actually went searching. (For example, he told me there was a rock carving right by the track at Obelisk Beach, on Middle Head in Sydney Harbour; I went there and looked, but there was no rock carving. Another example was supposed to be a large rock carving in the middle of Mona Vale Road, in Sydney's northern suburbs, but I went all the way along Mona Vale Road and there was no such carving.) Another demonstration of his capacity for hot air took place when I told him about some Aboriginal grinding grooves I had found at Dobroyd Head, on Sydney Harbour. Without hesitation, and without the benefit of having seen the grooves, he said, "They're not!" He went on to explain how such grooves could be created by the wind blowing a fallen tree -- a banksia perhaps -- back and forth, thus wearing grooves in the rock. His explanation was absurd because the banksia would wear away long before the rock did, but it was not meant to enlighten me. Its purpose was to establish that he knew more about these things than I did, and this was characteristic of him. He always took the attitude that he knew more than the person he was talking to; a sure sign of low self-esteem.
While we were talking, he eventually held up some material of a very different kind: a newspaper clipping about Samantha Knight. Brandishing the page from an old tabloid, he told me that he knew Samantha. As he talked, he betrayed not the slightest trace of feeling, and this was only a few months after he had killed her (if I can get ahead of myself for a moment). At the time, though, there was no reason to think there was any connection between him and Samantha's disappearance.
I kept various notes and photos that Guider said I could use, although he understandably declined to let me borrow his valuable books. Some of his material appeared in the new guide book when it was published in 1987. At the front of the book I placed an acknowledgement in which I thanked him for letting me use his material; I also sent him a complimentary copy.
I never saw Guider again, and years were to pass before anything would happen to remind me of him. In the meantime, there was one occasion when I saw Samantha's mother, Tess Knight, working in a city bookshop on a Sunday afternoon in 1992. I recognised her from pictures in the papers, not to mention the name-tag she was wearing, but we did not speak. That was the first and last time I saw her.
In July, 1994, I saw a local paper called The Glebe, in which there was an article about the renaming of Long Nose Point in the suburb of Birchgrove. Leichhardt Council had just taken the step of returning the point to its old Aboriginal name, Yurulbin. The article explained that "amateur archeologist" Michael Guider had played a role in the campaign to have the point renamed. It was true that Guider had had some respect as something of an expert on Aboriginal culture and sites around Sydney, and the article was illustrated with a photo of him in a rock shelter at the point. Someone passed the clipping on to me because they thought I would be interested in the subject matter, unaware that I knew Guider. At the time, I put the clipping on file and promptly forgot about it; I was surprised recently when I went through my files to see if I had anything on Samantha Knight, and saw the photo of Guider at the point.
A couple of years later, in 1996, a bombshell was to drop in the form of two newspaper articles published on September 29 and October 1. The first article said that police were exploring a possible link between Samantha Knight and a middle-aged man who had apparently known her. The next article said the man in question was one Michael Guider, who had just been sentenced to a minimum of ten years imprisonment for sixty offences of pedophilia. The article of October 1 had a photo of Guider with a camera in his hands, which confirmed to me that the man in question was indeed the Michael Guider I had known from the Wayside Chapel.
It was an enormous shock; most of us would find it hard to believe that someone we know is involved in such activities, and I was certainly no exception. I showed the article to Bill Crews, who used to run the Crisis Centre when Guider was there. It turned out that he had already seen it, and he told me how shocked he had been. No doubt there had been a number of similarly shocked people all over Sydney. I remember telling a friend about it and saying, "I knew he was a bit screwy, but not that screwy."
I heard no more of Guider until a lengthy article by Philip Cornford appeared in the Sydney Morning Herald on August 8, 1999. Once again, a possible link between Guider and Samantha was explored, in addition to which the article went into Guider's life story in great detail. It was obvious that he had come from a grossly dysfunctional family -- what there was of it -- and had himself been sexually abused at various stages of his life. He had apparently lived in an intense fantasy world and, according to one psychologist, showed no remorse over his pedophile activities; a fact that was mirrored in his lack of feeling when he talked to me about Samantha, only months after he had killed her. He had a tendency to blame other people, especially the mothers of the children, for his deeds. According to some professionals, starting with M. Scott Peck, author of The Road Less Travelled, this tendency to blame everyone else for one's failings is a characteristic of personality disorders, of which Guider no doubt has more than his fair share.
By this time, more evidence was apparently emerging, leading to more coverage in the media in 2001. Prisoners who had known Guider in gaol told of conversations in which he said he had accidentally killed a girl. He had, he said, doped her with a sleeping tablet, with the intention of molesting and photographing her, but had accidentally given her an overdose. They would never find her, he allegedly told his fellow inmates.
I vividly remember reading these articles while having a cup of coffee in Randwick shopping centre. It was clear by now that Guider had been responsible for Samantha's death. I had never known Samantha, but I can say, without being melodramatic, that as I read these articles I felt like killing Michael Guider. It was the only time in my life when I felt like killing someone. It is bad enough when anyone does things like this; when it is someone you know, it seems a thousand times worse.
I later described all this to a friend who has a law degree, including the occasion when Guider had betrayed no feeling at all as he told me he knew Samantha. My friend wondered if I might go to the police with what I knew about Guider. I considered it, but the reality was that I had no information about Guider that proved anything, except that he apparently had no feelings. It soon turned out, in any case, that no evidence was needed, because Guider eventually pleaded guilty to manslaughter.
Things moved along in the next year, and at the time of writing there has been a preliminary hearing in which the court determined there was sufficient evidence to justify sending Guider to trial, and in which Guider maintained his innocence; and the more recent court appearance in which Guider pleaded guilty to the manslaughter of Samantha. This plea was, the papers tell us, the result of intense negotiation between Guider, the prosecution and lawyers. The offence of manslaughter carries a maximum penalty of twenty-five years imprisonment. Now we wait with baited breath to see what sentence the court will hand down. Even if Guider gets the maximum penalty, it will not bring Samantha back and it will not erase the pain her parents have been through, but at least they finally know what happened to their daughter. What remains to be seen is whether Guider can give up his old activities when he is finally released. The idea of protecting the community seems to have been largely abandoned by our society, even when the community consists of innocent children.
(Copyright N.Paton 2002)
MICHAEL GUIDER AT WIKIPEDIA
FOREVER NINE, Hofman and Kidman (Five Mile Press) 2013