Tag: youth culture

One A Day, Day 45: The Golden Snitch

Read this, including listening to the audio clip of the complete twat.

I heard this on the news the other day and I was actually a little bit shocked that it was even being discussed. One sound bite from someone with a similarly obnoxious accent as "Adam" came out with the golden line "well, like, you just don't do it, innit?"

Sorry, rewind a little there. Since when has it been not okay to talk to the police about… what's that thing they deal with again? Oh, right. Crime. Since when has it been something you "just don't do, innit" to inform the police about knife or gun violence?

The growing gang culture in the UK is something I find rather troubling. While in some ways it is amusing and pathetic that these groups of tracksuit-clad white English teenagers put on that ridiculous accent to try and sound like a tracksuit-clad black English teenager putting on an accent (do keep up) and acting like they're "in the hood", in other senses the culture of "casual crime" is an unpleasant blight on our society.

I realise I sound rather Daily Mail about all this – but I've seen it happening. Fortunately I've never been the victim of a crime myself, though some friends and I were chased down the street and into a shop by the "Bassett Boys" once for no reason other than we were walking on what was evidently their "turf". And, remember, I've worked in schools, where I've seen a number of kids slowly descending into that kind of culture because they're "bored, innit". And in my last job we were regularly confronted with hoodie-wearing, attitude-giving morons who think that 50 Cent is God.

But this recent news about the stigma attached to actually informing the police about extremely serious crimes – violence and murder in some cases – is possibly the most troubling. Supposedly, the police are there to protect us, so why should people feel threatened? I certainly wouldn't have any qualms about phoning the police if I happened to witness something going on – and, in fact, have on a number of occasions. Fortunately, none of them have been that serious (although the guy trying to kick down our neighbours' door was a bit scary) but I just find it bizarre to think that so many young people find the idea of talking to the police to be a complete no-go area.

The report is probably skewed somewhat in its perspective (it is on the 1Xtra page, after all), but the fact remains – the police (and indeed, other authority figures) are supposed to be there to provide a sense of security to everyone, and help make things safer. What sort of culture are we living in if you can't report a bloody crime?

One A Day, Day 30: On Chavs

The "chav" is a curious phenomenon. Those of you reading from across the pond will have heard me use it as a term of derision frequently. Perhaps you're already familiar with the sort of person I'm talking about.

It's difficult to pin down exactly when they appeared as a distinct subculture. There were pain in the arse kids who always got into trouble while I was at school, but I don't think any of them were actually involved in "gangs". I have a vivid memory of hearing the word for the first time, however, seated on the top deck of a bus with my friend Cat. There were some kids sitting a few seats ahead of us who were using language that would make a trucker blush (including the memorable out-of-context phrase "fuckin' pancakes" that we overheard, much to our amusement) and Cat referred to them as "chavs". I'd not heard the word prior to that point, but it quickly became apparent that this was an established word to refer to this distinct group of people – tracksuit-clad, baseball cap-wearing, mobile phone-toting (nowadays, with shit R&B music by their idols N-Dubz blasting out of their tiny speakers) zit-faced teens with greasy hair and a predilection towards underage drinking and smoking along with abuse of strangers.

The reason I feel like talking about them right now is the fact I caught a bunch of them outside my living room window tonight. I say "caught" – "heard" is more accurate. Outside our window was a group of three guys in hoodies making a hell of a racket. At first I thought they were arguing about something, but looking out of the window revealed the ugly truth: they were "rapping". I could tell by the stupid arm movements the lead chav was making, and the fact that his two cronies were standing around with mobile phones – one playing music from its tinny speakers as a "backing track", the other filming the whole debacle.

The result of this sort of thing generally looks something like this:

The weird thing is how seriously these idiots take it, despite looking like absolute morons. There are gangs all over Southampton who use the social networking site Bebo to promote themselves and hurl abuse at other gangs, with the sort of spelling, punctuation and grammar that would make Lynne Truss fall down dead immediately.

I'm in two minds about this sort of thing – neither of these opinions are particularly good things. In one sense, I find their efforts to be like "genuine" gangs from, say, New York to be extremely pathetic and childish. I'm no fan of the criminal lifestyle anyway, even in films and other media (though I have played me plenty of GTA in the past), so to try and emulate it just seems dumb.

Secondly, and ironically given what I've just said about them being laughable and pathetic, I find groups like that rather intimidating. Being a rather mild-mannered gentleman myself (at least when I don't have a keyboard in front of me), I don't like confrontation, and I certainly don't like having abuse hurled at me by people I've never met. A lot of these kids seem to thrive on both of these things. Having worked in schools where these kids are starting to develop these traits, I can say that it's not a pretty sight. I realise that by saying this I am allowing them to "win", achieving exactly what they want to achieve – intimidation of those who are not "in" on the… whatever it is. A joke? But the fact remains – these are not people you'd choose to hang around.

Part of this is probably the media biasing us against them, of course, but I don't think the depiction of them in the media is particularly unfair, having had one experience some years back of being chased into a shop by the "Bassett Boyz" accompanied by a couple of friends. Our offence? We were walking down the same street as them. We hadn't said anything or done anything – we were simply on their "patch", which made us targets. Luckily we managed to get away unscathed and with nothing stolen, but the staff in the shop were obviously well-used to intimidation from these children – and they are children, worryingly – and did nothing, not even calling the police. Thanks a lot.

In some senses, chavs are the antithesis to the British stereotype of being reserved, polite and speaking with perfect enunciation. Perhaps they are a sign of a rebellion against the "status quo". But they're certainly not a change for the better.

Still need some convincing? Go pay the St Mary's Mandela Boys (who claim to "rule" Southampton) a visit, and check out the comments, posted by kids who are still at schools in the area. To sound like an old man for a moment (which I frequently do anyway) – is this really where we want youth culture going?