Well, the snow has come down once again and is still falling. My car is virtually invisible beneath a fresh white blanket. The only vehicle to make it up my road was a Landrover – and its wheels were spinning most of the way. It looks like ANOTHER day in front of a coal fire looms! I can walk into work (about 2 miles) – but if I do in this weather, I need to make sure that someone else has made it in, as I don’t yet have a key!!! I’ve left a message on the answer machine, so whilst I wait for a call back, I’m adopting a bunker mentality and setting the microwave to warm some soup. How can I try to use my time constructively this morning? How’s about a little tale…?
An interesting (I say that, I probably really mean teeth-grindingly annoying) thing happened to me on my journey back from the Vodafone World Of Difference induction sessions. It raised all sorts of thoughts and consideration, acting as a real focus for my homeward-bound musings about the issues which SMASH tries to tackle.
As I trudged up Swindon’s main shopping street through the snow, I became aware of a group of a dozen or so rowdy kids, ages ranging from 12 to about 17, kicking lumps of ice about. One picked up a chunk and deliberately slung it into the window of one of the shops, the loud crash turning heads and shattering the quiet. Imediately, the standard 21st century reaction to a large group of youths kicked in. Shoppers and people on their way home turned the other way in fear. One of the smallest members of the tribe then turned his attention to a Big Issue salesman and tossed a lump of snow at him. Should I intervene, I wondered? Fortunately, he shrugged it off, and the troop of ‘little darlings’ continued their swaggering meader up the precinct. Unfortunately, it meant they were following the same path as me.
In preparation for the inevitable, I turned off my iPod to give me as much warning as possible for what was going to happen next. As the volume cut, I could hear a muttered conversation, from which I could make out amidst the obsenities, the words ‘foreigner in the hat’ (presumably me, being the only one hatted!). Then, with a smack, a piece of ice hit the back of my knee. It hurt. I wondered what was coming next.
Now, ‘having words’ with a dozen kids when you’re on your own is stupid. However, when you’re hot, tired and utterly fed up with feeling guilty about realising that the fear of youth is both a stereotype – and when (sadly) as in this case, it can be fully justified, an individual can find themselves acting before fully thinking through the consequences. I turned on my heel, walked up to the kid I suspected of throwing the ice and tried to get him to look into my eyes. ‘Chucking lumps of ice at people is NOT a good idea, is it?’ I got a sort of mumbled response before I realised that I’d bitten off more than I could chew. What could possibly happen next? Of course, I could stand there toe to toe all night with my four foot five attacker, or I could continue on my way home… but as soon as my back was turned, what did I honestly expect was going to happen?! Unfortunately, the latter was the only possible course of action – and from their perspective, so was the inevitable response from the youngsters: a barrage of missiles and insults persued me up the street. Fortunately for me, their aim was far wider than their vocabulary, so I managed to escape without further hits.
Why on earth would anyone want to work with kids like this, might be the obvious first question. Well, I’m not a paid up hippy by any stretch. If you’d have asked me the same question three years ago, my answer would have sat proudly alongside rabid Daily Mail readers ‘birch em all and bring back the stocks!’ armchair activism. But responses like that, as instinctive and natural as they are, are as unrealisitic as they are unhelpful and impotent. There comes a time (I believe) when people have to realise that the society we have is part of our collective responsibility. We are the ones who’ve voted for political parties who’ve shaped the way our society is policed and legislated. We are the ones who buy media which peddles fear. We are the ones who’s paranoia has created the restrictions which prevent us from taking action through the fear of the consequences. We are the ones who don’t take the time to get to know our own neighbours or interact and engage with the communities in which we live. So, it seems to me that if we’re fed up with the situation, it behoves us all to try to do something about it. Charity, as they say, begins at home – and in the case of my home-town, Swindon, SMASH is a very good example of people trying to put that sort of philosophy into direct and practical action.
Of course, I don’t know anything about the background of the kids in that gang – but if I was a betting man, I’d be placing good money on many of them being from unsettled family backgrounds. Most will probably be struggling at school. Certainly, the consequences of getting caught or held to account by an adult were of no interest – they, like so many others of their generation know that ordinary members of the public can’t touch them. Similarly, its also very difficult for the police or teachers or other agencies to do much beyond moving them on – either literally or metaphorically until such time that they cross the boundary into serious trouble. There has always been something of a gap before that point – but its one of the areas in which SMASH can help.
Having said all of that, the scope of the project covers much more than dealing with those young people who’ve been in trouble – it also covers a whole range of issues including those who’ve got unhappy home lives, difficulties with confidence and those who are lonely or feel excluded.
I’ve mentored three teenagers in the last three years. Two of them might have been part of that gang when I first met them. However, their involvement with SMASH made a real difference to their understanding of consequences. I’ll tell you how I think that happened in a later post…
Anyway, I’ve left messages back at SMASH HQ and its now gone 10.00…. Looks like no one else has made it in either! Next task for today is to track down a local politician who has expressed an interest in coming to visit the project – oh, and thanks to your helpful comments, its time to set up a Twitter account.