Drug Dealers Have Something of Value!

On 12 July 2008, The Sunday Express quoted the Reverend Les Isaacs, speaking at the Bite the Bullet conference in Brixton, thus:

"Young people are angry… They feel a tremendous sense of hopelessness. What (black) people are looking for is to know that they are valued and that they are loved. If we could go out and say to young people, 'you are worth something, we love you, we want to help', young people will look at their lifestyle and begin to rethink what they are doing…

Drug dealers are using their entrepreneurial skills. Some of them are controlling three mobile phones at once. IF WE CAN HELP THEM TO RECOGNISE THEY HAVE SOMETHING OF VALUE and if we can help them to develop that skill, it will be one of the greatest things we can do for this generation."

The Express added:

"The Rev Les Isaacs of the Ascension Trust said young people involved in crime often felt they were the ‘victims of their own circumstances’. He said the problem of knife crime could take 15 years to turn around…

His comments come after a spate of (black) stabbings in the capital, which saw the number of teenagers to die violently in London this year rise to 20…

The conference on gun and knife crime also involves the Metropolitan Police, former gangsters, churches and agencies."

First of all, we do know who the Reverend is talking about here, don't we? We know that when he refers to angry, young people that what he really means is angry, BLACK youngsters, do we not? Good. Reverend Les tells us:

"What people are looking for is to know that they are valued and that they are loved."

Hey, Revered Les, you are SO right!

How about this for an idea? Get all the ABSENT black dads, you know, the ones with 16 kids by 10 different women, to be PRESENT black dads! Insist that the black dad fathers just one set of children by just one woman and get that black dad to provide, not just the LOVE and the VALUE his children need, but the FINANCE and the RESPONSIBLE EXAMPLE as well!

"Young people are angry... They feel a tremendous sense of hopelessness... Drug dealers are using their entrepreneurial skills... Help them to recognise they have something of value!"

So, you're suggesting that the victims of these drug dealers should start recognising their value, is that right?

You want us to start kissing their criminal behinds. You want us to show all the angry, young, drug-dealing entrepreneurs how much we love them because, if we don't, they may just carry right on killing us and raping us and drugging us up! That is what you're saying, isn't it?

Thing is, I think they're going to carry on doing what they do best no matter how many times we kiss their angry behinds lovingly.

I suppose, if they get to be church leaders and attend Baptist conferences where they can hobnob with the Top Cops and patronise the rest of us with their insider insights, a villain or two might be deflected from his criminal ways. However, I have a plan in mind that, I’m sure will prove much more effective than 'love' and 'value' and all that do-gooder 'help' for the most brutish and violent members of our society. It’s a plan that will also be a lot less expensive than any of your 'all we need is love', 15-year vision thing.

I am 110 per cent certain that the odd cauldron full of boiling water would sort out the hopeless and the angry a tad more effectively than your hug-a-hoodie, lovey-dovey stuff, Reverend Les.

Obviously the boiled won't be able to get p***ed off with us any more for not showing them all that love and value stuff and, as for those who would have been boiled if they hadn't been frightened into not killing and raping and drug dealing, (having seen what was done to their elder brethren) well, they'll be pretending to be as nice as pie their whole life long!

So the rest of us won't have to worry overmuch about loving the most unloveable members of our society any more!

Yep, I'm afraid the angry and the hopeless are going to have to find other ways to vent their displeasure. You know, like boxing, wrestling, climbing trees, pillow fighting and playing conkers as we used to do before those so in need of our love (as opposed to that of their absent dad) piled into our country.

According to The Sunday Express, the godly soul showing us the way here is 'himself a former gang member and street fighter.' I wonder why the former gang member thinks we ought to love those who love us the least?

Or else.