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Crime in London (repost) - NorthernRaider - 12 March 2014
I'm reposting this one because as far as I can tell its only gotten worse in London EG the Tottenham riots that spread to many boroughs and other cities.
Caught in a gang war on the school run
One mother’s terrifying account of why her middle-class neighbourhood suddenly doesn’t feel so safe any more...
By Lisa Brinkworth
Last updated at 8:15 AM on 8th March 2012
Walking home from school, my two eldest sons, then aged four and five, were chomping their way through Rice Krispie cakes bought at a school sale, while I pushed their baby brother in a pram beside them.
Typically for 3.30pm in the part of North-West London where we live, the pavements were awash with children and pushchairs. This area, with its wide tree-lined avenues, smart family homes and good schools, is hugely popular with young families.
We were almost home when four-year-old Zach pleaded to be allowed to put the rest of his cake money towards his favourite Fireman Sam magazine.
We’d just left our local newsagent’s, magazine firmly in my little son’s hand, when we suddenly found ourselves in the middle of a 12-strong gang of hooded youths who were chasing a girl who looked no older than 14.
One grabbed her and started battering her with an umbrella, but she managed to get away. Then the youths gave chase, throwing bottles and shouting obscenities. It looked as though they meant to kill her.
As members of a rival gang appeared from nowhere, bottles rained down all around us. When one ricocheted off the pram canopy — waking my one-year-old with a start — I froze.
A bottle skimmed Zach’s head, missing him by millimetres, glass smashing around his feet - later I found shards in his shoes
As a journalist, I’d devoted years to infiltrating London’s violent teenage gangs, and filmed two TV documentaries on the subject. Slowly gaining their confidence, I got close to several of the hardest gang members, entering drug dealer-controlled ‘no-go’ zones where even the police wouldn’t venture.
I’d wanted to understand what triggered their anti-social behaviour and to help them articulate their feelings without resorting to violence. But as a mother of three vulnerable children terrified by this pack of youths, my overwhelming instinct was to protect my offspring.
Grabbing my sons and frantically pushing the pram with one hand, I rushed to get them home as quickly as possible. Then to my horror, Zach broke free of my grip and blindly ran back into what was now a full-on turf war.
he’d dropped his magazine, which had been trampled underfoot, its pages scattered across the pavement. Oblivious to the mayhem, he attempted to gather it up as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Terrified for him, I pulled the pram and my five-year-old back towards where Zach now stood rooted to the spot as more gang members came tearing up a side street.
I heard myself scream as a bottle skimmed Zach’s head, missing him by millimetres, glass smashing around his feet — later I found shards in his shoes. Then I did something I never thought I’d do: I ran, clutching my terrified children. In my panic, I lost control of the pram which swerved precariously and almost overturned twice.
Our cakes spilled out over the pavement. It was the wrong thing to do, of course. I’d drawn attention to my fleeing family, and a splinter group gave chase after us, calling out ‘get the whities’. Seeing this terrifying drama unfold before them, passers-by and locals sped up steps, pounded on front doors or sought protection in porches.
We reached our home and I released my screaming baby from his pram, which I left abandoned with our bags outside, and practically threw my boys inside the front door, locking it behind us — my legs had turned to jelly and breathlessness and searing chest pain convinced me I was having a heart attack.
Last summer, a young mother was shot at just two blocks from our home, while holding her young baby...
I called the police, but other than recalling the fear etched in the features of the young girl who was being hunted down like a dog — her repeated, helpless yells of ‘I don’t have it, I don’t have it’, echoing round my head — I realised that I was a useless witness.
I was unable to give a description of any one of the perpetrators. My focus had been fixed firmly on my children. In the safety of our home, I was still trembling as I picked tiny glass fragments out of Zach’s socks and tried to calm my three sobbing boys. I could only thank God that none of us had been seriously hurt.
If those youths had been carrying knives or guns, the outcome could have been so much worse. Recently, the Metropolitan Police has announced a crackdown on London’s gangs — and it has come not a minute too soon.
Police estimate that almost 5,000 people are involved in 250 gangs in the capital.
This pernicious gang culture is embedding itself into all of Britain’s major cities. It exposes our children not just to danger but to a distorted view of young adulthood that is more like the crime-ridden pockets in New York’s notorious Bronx neighbourhood. In recent years, there has been a spate of stabbings within a half-mile radius of our home in Maida Vale. A 14-year-old pupil from our local secondary school died of a stab wound to his neck.
Another pupil at the same school was stabbed four times in the stomach in the street just opposite ours. Then, last summer, a young mother was shot at just two blocks from our home, while holding her young baby. However, bottles seem to be the weapon of choice for many of these thugs — ‘bottling’ a person carries a lesser sentence than a knife attack.
Ironically, we moved to this area six years ago because it seemed safer than our previous address in West London where my husband was knocked unconscious and had his jaw shattered in a vicious, unprovoked assault by youths. But now it seems nowhere in our cities is immune to the gang rivalry spilling over from neighbouring districts.
Our street no longer feels safe — groups of hooded, spliff-smoking youths patrol the pavements as though they own them. Just weeks ago, when late for school pick-up, I challenged a group of teenagers to make way for my pram, asking them if they really expected me to push my child into the busy road.
They turned on me, becoming verbally abusive and threatening. Determined not to be a victim for a second time, I pushed my way through them. And then a bottle was thrown in my direction — it smashed into a parked car nearby.
Now, when my children are with me, I’ve decided such bravado is foolhardy. If I see a group of youths in our street, we circle the block before approaching our flat, or go to a nearby restaurant and call my husband to come and collect us. There is not a night that I don’t hear a siren close by.
More than once I have awoken to see the end of our road cordoned off by police after yet another gang-related crime. A year on, my two elder sons still have nightmares. Our walk home from school is once again filled with laughter and stories, but as we turn into our street, one of the boys will usually ask: ‘Are the baddies here today, Mummy?’
We’ve now decided to move out to the countryside, albeit close enough to the city so that the boys can still go to the same excellent schools. But thousands of other families don’t have that choice. I just hope the police crackdown will enable them to finally sleep soundly in their beds.
Since 2012 there has been no noticeable improvement in the appalling crime rate in London
Wiki is one source
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crime_in_London
RE: Crime in London (repost) - Skean Dhude - 13 March 2014
So what are we trying to say here. There is nothing we can do, there is nothing that needs to be done and unless you are interested in Politics there is nothing of interest?
Why does it need a repost?
Have I missed something?
RE: Crime in London (repost) - NorthernRaider - 13 March 2014
We are TRYING to encourage debate, as you say there is nothing we can do, and there is clearly no bloody point in trying to post anything any more on SUK because absolutely nothing meets your approval
It Did'nt NEED a repost but the forum is in desperate need of stimulation,
Yes you have missed a great deal, that's why so many members have left.
This is now truly a pointless exercise.
RE: Crime in London (repost) - Skean Dhude - 13 March 2014
So rather than starting up a new thread on a subject we have not discussed or is relevant we are simply sitting around chewing the fat and talking of old times because we have done all the discussions that we need to.
That can't be right.
I'm not pointing the finger at you. You are posting and trying to get things going but if it is just going to be the very few that are talking about repeats now I may as well set up a conference facility and we can just sit and chat all day. My works computer is broken so instead of twiddling my thumbs I'm uploading files, writing some new articles and sorting through the files I have.
What I disapprove of, and always have, is the pointless reposting of news it. If there is nothing being posted then perhaps it is time to let the forum die. It always has been the one that has taken so much of my time and for so little return considering the time spent.
Something has to change.