Riots


I figured it was about time I said something about them. I’m passionate enough about it when people ask me face to face. The heated discussion on my Facebook profile yesterday almost made me realise that I have more thoughts about it than I realised. I’m not massively political or hugely aware of world news; I tend to stick my face in a book and hide from the real stuff, but a lot of this is really close to home.

Tottenham. My old stomping ground. I lived there for the first eleven years of my life and only moved northwards after that when changing schools. My mum and sister are still there. This is why when Dave told me about the news on Saturday night, the first thing I said was that I wanted to call my family in the morning.

They are very close to the fuss. In Tottenham, the carpet place which is now nothing more than a crispy shell is not half a mile from where I used to live. Enfield Town is where my first job was. And my second for that matter and I used to ride the bus through there to get to the third. These are all places I know, places that are close to me and it breaks my heart to see what people have done. It wasn’t all that long ago that Enfield Town was renovated and made beautiful and now bits of it are all smashed to pieces. And for what? A new stack of CDs? Some DVDs? A bike or two? Certainly nothing worthy of such force and destruction, though very few things are in my mind.

I was thought I was safe in Leicester; this city shows very little tolerance for yobs and mindless violence, but they struck here too. To steal, cause havoc and make a mess. The craziness has reached a level that I didn’t think was possible in this modern, civilised world we live in but I was soooooooooo wrong. The need to spread violence and anarchy has spread through the country like fire through bushland and it makes me sick.

Reading through a group on Facebook made me think about writing this, because I wasn’t going to at first. The comment was that Poundstretchers had been absolutely sacked but Waterstones (both of them) were completely untouched. Then another comment actually made me smile; that one particular publisher was actually a little sad that Waterstones wasn’t deemed good enough to rob.

For those of us wanting to publish and especially for those with books stocked in those shops, then you probably disagree, but I feel almost that if I wanted to rob somewhere… if I wanted something so badly that I had to steal it… it would probably be a book. But I guess that’s just the person I am.

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About Ileandra Young

I'm a thirty-*mumbles* year old (purple loving, cheese worshipping) author of fantasy, juggling a pair of beautiful twin boys with my burning desire to make up stories and write them all down. When I get the chance, I play games, listen to music, and in days long past I even ran a radio show. Though I occasionally write non-fiction, my heart lives in fantasy and my debut novel, Silk Over Razor Blades is now available through Amazon along with part two of the trilogy, Walking The Razor's Edge.
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2 Responses to Riots

  1. Rob of the West says:

    It really is sad to think of this. Hopefully something good can come of this — more civilians standing together against this nonsense; more parental involvement. And we thought Vancouver was bad.
    Hey, it’s not just happening in England. It seems to be a world malaise.

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