― dave q, Wednesday, 10 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
in one two drunk charvers threw a binbag at me for i don't know why (not looking like them, possibly) and in another a 10-yr- girl cycling on the pavement got caught on my backpack as she passed and went flying. She was unhurt, I was upset and a bit cross — I hate cycling on the pavement, though usually it's adults that piss me off — and when i shut up she called me a "pervert"
― mark s, Wednesday, 10 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― alext, Wednesday, 10 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Mark, this is why is it called the murder mile and not the murder mile and 26 yards. These things are very exact.
― N., Wednesday, 10 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
I think it might be reassuring for the guy who got beat because now nobody's coming after his rat ass for getting them in trouble, but to everyone not involved with drugs or shady associates, they now think there might actually be random gangs of unprovoked savage violence distributors and therefore *not* want to leave their house ever again.
― Stuart, Wednesday, 10 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dingbod Kesterson, Wednesday, 10 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― the pinefox, Wednesday, 10 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)
The police had been acting in provocative, clearly racist ways to young black people for ages. Every time there was a new gathering place, the police would close it down. The latest was the Black & White Cafe, and everyone knew it would come soon. So one day the police show up to do a spot check on this little cafe. I believe it was 48 police with about a dozen dogs. Most of them must have had to stay outside, because there wasn't enough room for them inside. They found cause to close it down: the owner lived in a flat upstairs, and had one and a half bottles of licquor in the flat, so it was closed down for selling alcohol without a licence. The police were very pleased with themselves, and it somehow kicked off from there.
Before I get jumped on, I am not saying that violence is good and I encourage rioting: I am saying that there was a lot of back story that never made the papers. Also, St Paul's then had a terrible image: I walked through it regularly between 11pm and 2am, back from a friend's place, and the only slightly out of the ordinary thing that ever happened was people offering to sell me drugs.
― Martin Skidmore, Wednesday, 10 July 2002 00:00 (twenty-three years ago)