20th August 2007
My neighbours and I have come to dread the warm summer nights.
Just when you want to open the windows and let a cool breeze blow away the heat of the London day, they're out there - sometimes up to ten of them - gathered at the gates of the park opposite our houses.
Razor-sharp haircuts, the souped-up hatchbacks with blaring music, the shouted f-and c-words, the obligatory cans of booze bought from the local 24-hour shop.
They're often there till 2am, despite the fact that some of them are only 14.
You'd think we'd be confident enough to tell them to go away.
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Gangs of aggressive youths are making life hell for residents throughout the UK ...
One of the main problems, I believe, is a middle-class conspiracy of silence. Not simply because of the fear of crime itself, but because of a fear of seeming illiberal or intolerant.
Those who are bold enough to complain are mostly older and working-class. Many stay silent. None of us wants to be viewed as a reactionary." ...
"If you think that's bad," he said, "you trying putting up with what I have to." He then proceeded to reel off a list of anti-social horrors committed by the local teenagers. But will you read about it in his column? Not a chance ...
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