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fuck and you can kiss my arse‖. [It‘s meant to say you‘re a criminal, as when the police remove your
trouser belt before placing you into a police cell, and is for the same reason why some remove the
shoelaces soon as they have purchased or obtained a new pair of £150 trainers. – These items have to be
removed when a suspect in placed into police custody, one reason is to prevent the prisoner from
attempting to commit suicide, and the other is to prevent them from trying to attempt to strangle a police
officer, or fellow cellmate!] The ―hoods‖ are reminiscent to the hooded brotherhood from ancient times,
such as ―Blackfriars Monks‖ - P2 Lodge [seephoto section]. Boys from the ―hood‖ and the gangs are
increasing, - each having their own secret codes, hand signals and meanings.
Drug dealing as well as taking is becoming both rife and prevalent within our societies, with the killings
and shootings going through the roof and soaring throughout the hoods and the ―brotherhoods‖ in general.
Don‘t forget, - what starts over there, ends up over here, and we‘re gradually getting there here in the UK,
with europe and the rest of the world is following suit. - A kid from the heart of America, the UK, or in
fact any westernised country who feels that society has let him down, - can be a very dangerous individual,
and especially so if he has underlying emotional and family problems. In urban cities, gangs fill this void,
and particularly in America with its cult status, macho gun-world and militias groups, - and where
belonging to other fringe organisations, secret societies and fraternities is just an everyday occurrence, and
the same direction we‘re going in over here in the UK, Northern Ireland and Europe. ―The mockery made
him feel an outsider; and feeling an outsider he behaved like one, which increased the prejudice against
him and intensified the contempt and hostility aroused by his [physical] defects, which in turn increased
his sense of being alien and alone. A chronic fear of being slighted made him avoid his equals, made him
stand, where his inferiors were concerned, self-consciously on his dignity.‖ - Aldous Huxley, Brave New
World.
I grew up in the heart of London‘s east-end, [between the 1960‘s and late 1990‘s], in Hackney, and at a
time when it was declared the country‘s poorest borough. I lived off the high street in Upper Clapton‘s
‗E5‘ [post code] section, and where part of that stretch of the high street is notoriously known as ‗Murder
Mile‘. It‘s a typical long straight high road like many running through London and the rest of the country,
with many side-streets coming off from the left and right, these side turnings are riddled with pathway‘s
and alleys which lead to a myriad of tower blocks, council estates and townhouses that are scattered in
between individually old and new houses of privately built and fenced off dwellings of the more affluent
and privileged kind of folk, whom most are ―outsiders‖ and new to the area, and viewed upon as
middleclass kind of lefties, who seem to love a bit or rough, mainly because it‘s their second home. Diane
Abbott is the Labour MP for the area, but still sends her own children to private schools outside the
borough.
I too was in a sense part of a gang, where I was allegiant to certain people, and I have been involved in
serious fights and commotions that either involved getting seriously injured, or seriously injuring others.
I‘ve been stabbed, bottled, and glassed, shot at, and cut wide open when I loss in excess of five pints of
blood, and was moments away from dying. I have given as much out as I have received, and supposed in a
sense I now realise it had to come around, as karma will one day get you one way or another. Life and
death situations were a regular theme on the streets and the people I ran with, [was involved with]. I had
bit of a name for myself, and some locals regarded me as a ‗face‘, [a person with a reputation, normally
linked to crime or violence], as did the police.
When I was younger I was regularly ―tooled-up‖ [carrying a weapon], and when I got sucked into more
serious crime, I carried a gun, normally a 9mm Berretta. So without going into too much further detail,
these days are long behind me, yet I obviously have firsthand knowledge and experience about the world
of criminality and gang culture in general, that basically is the same the world over, so whether you‘re on
the streets of Los Angles, New York, Rio Janeiro or the side streets of Hackney, - the gangs are all run in a
similar hierarchical brotherhood style and fashion wherever they might be. And like all things in this life,
corruption stems from the top, and a ‗no-body‘ can‘t really corrupt anybody, whereas a ‗somebody‘ can
corrupt almost anyone.
Somebody higher up in the ‗food-chain‘ in turn uses their many ranks and layers of subordinate
soldiers, who in turn gradually filter down the chain their merchandise of goods or orders of command
they wish to sell or see carried out. Businesses like Tesco‘s need a back-up and support system that solves
the logistical nightmare of being able to constantly and regularly distribute and deliver their products to
their thousands of branches up and down the country, and where it could be argued that some of the prices
they charge is certainly criminal! Well like most other ‗Crims‘, they too need this network of distribution,
after all if you‘re sitting on a few tons of Marijuana and Cocaine, you need to be able to shift it quickly and