Sunday, December 07, 2008




Gang-rapists of girl, 14, are named
• Judge says identification will be deterrent
• Teenager 'punished for insulting leader'

She was taunted, hit, threatened and orally raped by an ever-growing crowd of teenagers summoned to the scenes by mobile phone. By the time they reached the final scene, 15 boys were present. Some of the attacks were filmed on phones and shown to others later that night.

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I hated reading this in the Guardian.
It is so close to home.
I have lived alongside this for too long.
I feel the culture.
I hate the environment
I understand the environment.
I hate it.

It is like the Congo scene.
It is not just sexual.
It is oppressive
It is
Total disregard for the human.
It is a symptom of emotional deprivation.

So many humans close down their emotions to cope in a tough urban environment.
That's what I know.
I cannot comment on the Congo.
It seems to be so similar.
Behaviour coming out of humans
against humans.
Crowds - Gangs
swilling along in the culture of fear
and it fits with my Blog below/yesterday about run down urban estates.

There once was a time when things were so rough
that God loved humans so much
that he rolled out is love into one human frame
all his love
in one human.
He was born amongst us.
He walked amongst us.

That's what is needed in our urban scene.
That is what is needed amongst the Gangs lost in drink, violence, drugs and thrill.
Yes - that is what is needed.
We are his hands - his feet.
If we are not part of the solution -
we are part of the problem.

I dive in and out of the front line now.
Doing all I can.
I cannot sustain that constant life now.
After 38 years working and living in Communities
Living amongst this stuff daily -
I cannot be on the streets full-time as a job.

Now I duck in and lead some group work.
I get to know broken and damaged humans
Now I give support time with staff who work on the frontiers.
AND my heart resides in these places.
But we need humans in there
Loving the unlovely.

"For men and women are not only themselves
they are the region in which they were born,
the city apartment in which they learned to walk,
the games they played as children,
the old wives tale they overheard,
the food they ate,
the schools they attended,
the sports they followed,
the poems theyread,
and the God they believed in".
Somerset Maughan, The Razor's Head.


"..and the only way we can resist
is with love
because we can't outgun them,
they have the biggest weapons.
We have to love them to death basically."
Bruce Cockburn