Living with wild beasts

February 17, 2008

 I simply had to quote from Peter Hitchens’ most recent post on his Mail on Sunday blog where he talks about the ‘Mosquito’ device which repels young people under about 21 from shops and other properties which they are menacing, whilst not affecting older people. In a Britain where the police can’t be bothered to deal with crime and a large proportion of youth seem to have gone completely wild this device is the only effective protection many shop-keepers and others have from the hordes of thugs who threaten them and make their lives a misery. So naturally mentally ill people like the Chakrabati woman who heads what used to be called the Campaing for Civil Liberties, but is now known by the catch-all name ‘Liberty’, has denounced them as ‘against human rights’ and unacceptable. Hitchens puts it better than I can:

At last the adult world has an answer to the hoodie in the train carriage, or on the bus, playing loud rock garbage on his mobile phone, and to the strange flocks of feral youths milling about in the street, or doing the other things that ferals do.

Switch on the machine, known as the Mosquito, and in a few minutes the problem will have gone. And the ferals won’t even know why.

Actually, that’s the only drawback of the machine. I’d prefer it if it inflicted some sort of medium-term pain and inconvenience, as a payback for all the discomfort, fear and misery that such people cause. How soon can I get a hand-held version?

All the old rules for dealing with this kind of trouble are inoperative.

Dare to rebuke a feral and you are well on the way to featuring in a tear-stained news report, including weeping children, a haggard widow, futile, excuse-making Chief Constables – and ending in the words that so beautifully sum up modern Britain “and then I saw them kicking his head as if it were a football”. No thanks.

/Let’s accept that the police don’t need us and expect the same in return.

Let’s accept that large numbers of people under 21 are, in effect, unpredictable wild beasts who cannot safely be approached and don’t even understand what manners or consideration – or fathers – are.

Let’s accept that Labour and the Tories are never going to do anything about it and that the nice, gentle period of our history is over. And let’s settle for what we can get.’

Will this country ever come to its senses? Or will people like Peter Hitchens be for ever voices in the wilderness, saying what so many people actually think but are too frightened to say in public any more? I am not optimistic at the moment.