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YOUNG DAYS, DANGEROUS TIMES. * Long term project about youth and violence in #ElSalvador / Proyecto a largo plazo sobre la juventud y la violencia en El Salvador. * * "In this country young people are like the dawn, they do not last long" -Roque Dalton (Salvadoran * "En este país los jóvenes son como el amanecer, no duran mucho tiempo"
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There are a lot of parts of GTA 5 where the creators display storytelling capabilities that one wouldn't expect from a game like this, but I think the scene where Franklin goes to Michael's house after Ending A is one of the most memorable. It's not particularly flashy, it’s not even a cutscene, but the feeling it creates in the player is unpleasant on several different levels.
Because it's tragic to see the main character and his mentor fall out over a choice you, the player, made, but it's also… cringe inducing, upsetting in a way I couldn't identify at first glance. And not necessarily on Trevor's behalf! You don't have to like him or regret killing him to squirm during that scene.
Even when you measure Michael against the twisted, honor-among-thieves system of morality favored by Trevor and his ilk - people who are so entrenched in their lifestyle that they can't imagine rehabilitation, and compensate by trying to inject some morality into the amoral criminal underworld - he doesn't emerge as some gloating, greedy backstabber à la Benny in the deleted content for FNV. He's not really a coward, and he's certainly not a monster. The game never gives any indication that Michael is lying when he says that he was worried about his young family, that he never meant for Trevor to find out about Brad's death the way he did, that Ludendorff was a difficult decision to make, but he ultimately had altruistic reasons for making it.
The first thing Michael does after the heist goes wrong is tell Trevor to run away; a choice he makes on impulse, but still out of good will. By the time he starts actively concealing the truth about Brad, the FIB have already been exchanging heartfelt messages with Trevor as his dead friend for a solid decade, rendering the time bomb effect of the whole lie that much more foreboding when it was already a likelihood that Trevor would do something atrocious if he found out.
Much of the horror surrounding Trevor's crimes is fridge horror, where what happens is implied but never outright shown, leaving the player's imagination to fill in the gaps. For the first two thirds of the game, the prospect of what Trevor will do when the truth about Brad comes out maintains the same aura of gruesome, unseen violence as what he did to Debra, Leon, Wade's friends, and god knows how many others. You can't expect Trevor himself to be happy about it, but you also can't judge Michael for lying to him. Who wouldn't lie to him. You wouldn't want to end up in the stew.
But by the time you get to Michael killing Trevor, all that grandiose reasoning has collapsed in on itself. The FIB just openly crumbled into gangland style infighting, they're not a coherent threat. If Trevor was still sore about Brad, he could've done something already - something like not going out of his way to save Michael from the government agency he ends up killing him on behalf of, an act which renders Michael's willingness to take him out particularly ironic and shameful.
The only reason Michael is alive to kill Trevor for the FIB is because earlier, Trevor stopped the FIB from killing Michael! Trevor's desire to protect his loved ones, one of his only redeeming qualities, is retroactively transformed into humiliating self-sabotage! And Michael goes through with the most overtly cruel & unusual murder we ever see him commit for the sake of corrupt, incompetent bureaucrats who strung him along and tried to kill him. People who he knows aren't worth working for, if you aren't spineless and paranoid. The whole situation is laughable.
From there, after Trevor is dead, it's no wonder Michael leans into the barebones, social-darwinist cynicism of it all. He's already forsaken what is right for what is easy in the most miserably inglorious way possible; what else is there to do but commit to the bit, just like he did when he first started lying about Brad?
So Michael just burned his oldest friend alive in front of his twenty five year old protege. He mocks him afterwards to mask his own obvious discomfort, and when Franklin reacts negatively, he tells him that he "doesn't understand," as if Frank isn't the one who presented him with this solution in the first place. Michael reminds Franklin of Trevor's nastier habits, as if the two of them haven't been actively utilizing his brutality to give themselves a leg up this whole time, rendering them directly complicit. And he spins a whole yarn about survival and the willingness to make unpleasant choices, promises (in so many words) that he'll stay in Franklin's life, then reinforces it later.
Because Michael was the one who put a gun to Franklin's head and got him involved in all of this at the beginning, all the while padding out their professional relationship with a paternalistic attitude that was reinforced by Michael's disappointment with his biological son and the absence of Franklin's biological father. Whether the two of them were codependent or w/e is anyone's guess, but their relationship certainly wasn't balanced.
And after you've slogged through all of this ugliness, after Michael's done all this talking and made these broad sweeping statements, the man just... pussies out. He stops taking Franklin's calls without explanation. He takes the easy way out again. You have to go find him to ask what's up, and when you do, you don't get a big cinematic cutscene: you get bitched at by an old man with a three day beard in his driveway, an experience which feels like being gaslit, even if that isn't necessarily what Mike's trying to do. The sequence is defined by this blunt sense of anticlimax and disappointment, like you should've seen this coming but didn't, and are now left to feel stupid for it.
There are so many things Michael's doing here. He's dodging responsibility for killing Trevor in an especially brutal way, yeah, but he's doing so by shifting the blame onto Franklin of all people. Franklin who handled that situation with infinitely more decency than he did, despite not knowing Trevor half as well - despite being two decades younger than both of them and a surrogate son figure. Michael pulled the trigger, he ranted and raved about how Trevor deserved it, he told us we did the right thing when we could've just as easily killed his stupid ass, and now he's pissy about it. He's wearing black. He's saying with complete sincerity that you need to shoulder the guilt of what he did for him. Burning a man alive. To a twenty five year old.
And we, the audience, know that this whole series of events started with a decision we made through Franklin. Extratextually, we did choose to kill Trevor. So the immediate response is to say that the scene is sad, for the reason that the narrative presents you with directly - that being that Michael is right, that Frank did do something wrong, and he should be allowed to hate him for it. But when you think about it within the universe itself, it becomes this awful new moral low for Michael. One character emerges looking freshly terrible, and it's him.
And it's not just a random act of cruelty; it's a bad end to the arc Michael had been in for the entire game, as a father, a partner, and a man. Trevor was right in a way that he never would've wanted to be right. It takes his death to fully actualize Michael as the kind of person Trevor spent the entire narrative accusing him of being already: a liar and a coward.
And the moment where that becomes clear is... infinitely crueler and harder to watch than it would’ve been if Michael had never cared to begin with. Imo.
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“Do you really think I hate you? Just because we’re rivals doesn’t mean I hate you” for the enemies to lovers prompt with Mike Duarte, please!
The problems only start when you’re made the acting captain of Bronx SVU. Housed in the same building as the Gang Squad, you’re on the same side (technically) as Captain Mike Duarte…but in practicality, you’re rivals.
Your rivalry extends from the mundane (the two of you fighting over the same handful of parking spots available at your building) to the profound (the two of you fighting over the too-few budget dollars, the same junior detectives to backfill vacancies in your organizations).
SVU and the Gang Squad share a breakroom, a locker room. You suspect Mike is the one who nabbed your lunch from the refrigerator.
You wonder if he suspects that you’re the one who dumped out his orange sodas in retaliation.
He purposely hits the “door close” button on the elevator when he sees you sprinting towards it.
You purposely kick shut the fire door to the roof while he’s out there indulging in a cigarette.
It’s childish and stupid, and if life were a romantic comedy, some wise third party would step in and remark that you and Mike are flirting. But you aren’t flirting—not at all. You have a good gut and are a good read of people, and Mike Duarte? You get nothing but irritation from him—on a good day. On a bad day? You feel like he loathes you.
It's a million little tells. The way his easy smile drops when you enter a room. The way his eyes slide away from the sight of you. The way he’s relaxed, friendly, easy with everyone else when there’s drinks at the nearby bar….everyone but you.
You can pretend it doesn’t bother you, but it’s a lie. You can’t figure him out. Maybe he had someone else slated for the SVU captaincy. Maybe he’s a closet misogynist. Maybe you remind him of his ex-wife.
You can pretend it doesn’t bother you, but you’re a people pleaser at heart. You want to be liked. Or, if you can’t be liked, you at least want to understand why.
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It’s a cold war between you and Mike. It’s mostly just tense with the occasional skirmishes that threaten a larger war. When SVU cases brush against gang stuff, you each outsource to your detectives as much as possible.
A case comes up when you’re both short-handed. You’ve both been the victims of poaching from Manhattan. You have to pair up.
The cold war tension heightens: early mornings, late nights. Greasy take-out eaten at opposite ends of the conference room table that you’ve commandeered for the case. Uncomfortable silences paired with rolled eyes, gritted teeth. Time crawls. The case is ugly shit: gangland violence intertwined with the trafficking of women. Sleep evades you, so you pull all-nighters fueled by bodega coffee.
Sleep must evade Mike too: he’s usually in the office with you during those all-nighters.
The progress on the case crawls until it breaks wide open, all at once. You and Mike make a good team, you begrudgingly admit. It’s old-fashioned police work: knocking on doors, interviewing witnesses, palming cash to informants. The two of you scare up a lead that brings the feds into it, and the case is solved and handed off to the FBI in the same day.
You glance over at your temporary partner as the special agent thanks both of you during the handoff. You catch Mike looking at you, but when you offer him a truce—an acknowledging nod, the smallest of smiles—he only looks away.
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You’re exhausted. You haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks, but you have that wash of adrenaline making you jittery and anxious. So you go to the bar near your apartment instead. You try to dampen the anxiety, the jitters, the visions of those trafficked women with gin.
Halfway into the night (tipsy enough to unclench your jaw but not drunk enough for your shoulders to drop from where they’re pushed up near your ears), someone sidles up beside you. They settle into the stool, and you don’t have to turn to see who it is. You’d recognize that cologne/secondhand smoke scent anywhere.
“The case is over for us, Duarte,” you tell him as you stare into your half-empty glass. “We can go to our separate corners.”
“Separate corners don’t stop you from pouring out my soda in the break room,” he retorts. He flags down the bartender and orders his own drink.
“The soda was retaliation for stealing my lunch.”
He chuckles around the rim of his glass. “It was your own fault for bringing in baked ziti. I love that shit.”
“You really telling an SVU detective that she had it coming?” You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, but he’s facing forward and not looking at you.
He shrugs. “You gotta bear some of the responsibility. It was too tempting.”
It’s so close to joking. So close to flirting, or even just that companionable teasing that you have with other detectives. But Mike doesn’t turn towards you, doesn’t look at you. He keeps his elbow tucked into his side so it doesn’t brush against you.
The conversation peters out and you sit in silence, each sipping your drinks and thinking whatever lonely thoughts you each have.
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It’s hard to know how much time passes in a bar. You’ve passed the threshold from tipsy to drunk, but with Mike perched beside you (silent as always), you can’t relax. You lift a hand in a limp wave to the bartender for your tab, but when he set it in front of you, Mike reaches out—surprisingly quick—and snags it from you.
“No, no,” you protest. You reach out for the slip of paper, but he’s faster and surer in his motions. He puts down his credit card just out of your reach, and you dare not touch him.
“Least I can do.” You hear his words, the rounded off quality and realize he’s pretty drunk too.
“Why? Because of the baked ziti?”
“Nah.”
“Why then? You hate me.”
He turns in surprise and actually looks at you, makes eye contact with you. “You think I hate you?”
You shrug. “Yeah, kinda.”
His bleary eyes widen. “Do you really think I hate you?” His soft voice goes a quarter-octave higher in disbelief. “Just because we’re rivals doesn’t mean I hate you.”
“Okay, maybe not hate. But….like, dislike.”
He gapes at you, opens his mouth to retort, but the bartender brings his card and receipt back and interrupts. Mike glances away, turns to sign it, and suddenly the bar feels too closed-in, too warm. You slide off your stool and mumble a weak thank you to him, an even weaker good night and get home safe, and then your feet are taking you out the door into the cooler air and away from him.
Or not.
Someone strides up behind you, then beside you. You don’t have to turn to see who it is. You’d recognize his cologne and smoky scent anywhere.
You don’t have to turn because he doesn’t just fall in step beside you: he puts his hands on you, clumsy from the whiskey. He turns you, makes you stumble, steadies you against him. Then he’s pushing you into a narrow alley, pushing you against the cool brick exterior. He presses his body against yours, pins you against the building. He pushes his face close to yours—close enough for you to smell the faint cigarettes, the stronger whiskey on his breath—but he doesn’t kiss you.
“You really think I hate you?” he growls. “Really?”
“Mike, I—”
“Fuck, I don’t,” he interrupts, and he finally looks at you, peers deep into your eyes as he says it. “I don’t hate you at all.”
If you weren’t so addled by all the gin, you could give him the laundry list of reasons why you thought he hated you, but your mind spins uselessly. You’re stunned to near-silence by this moment—from the cold war to this, his big hands kneading at your curves, cupping your face, his knee tantalizingly close to where you suddenly seem to ache for him.
He's just drunk, you think, but then he bridges the gap between you and his mouth is on yours, firm but not harsh. His calloused thumb brushes over your cheekbone as he kisses you, then drifts over your jaw, down the line of your throat.
He breaks the kiss, just barely. His breath fans across you as he mutters, “don’t hate you,” and then he dives back in, pushes his tongue into your mouth, groans as he tastes you, then groans again at the little whimper he manages to pull from you.
He’s just drunk, you think again, but under the gin and under the intoxicating feeling of his hands and mouth on you, another thought surfaces: maybe you’re not as good at reading people as you thought.
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A Swedish MP who advocated for open borders during the 2015 refugee crisis said she has completely changed her mind and now wants to see a significant number of deportations.
Louise Meijer, a lawmaker with the now-governing Moderate Party, previously “took a stand for openness” and supported the ‘Refugees Welcome’ mantra, but now wants to pull up the drawbridge completely.
“But I have changed my mind on the matter,” she told Expressen, adding she now supports “an even stricter migration policy than the one I opposed at the time.”
“The change that Sweden has undergone and is undergoing is fundamentally changing the country,” said Meijer, noting that “mass immigration has been followed by several major problems.”
Specifically, she pointed to the fact that “serious, organized crime is committed to a large extent by people with foreign assets,” that new arrivals are “not self-sufficient,” and that the “culture of honor, separatism, and Islamism is limiting and dangerous.”
Meijer asserted that integrating large numbers of migrants has been a total failure for Sweden and “for integration to work, people who both want to move here and who already live here need to adapt to Swedish society and our values.”
She is now calling for a strict limit on migration in the near future and dedicated herself to ensuring that the country begins a large deportation campaign.
“You need to work, speak Swedish, and do your duty before you demand your rights. Those who do not want to adapt and integrate should not stay in Sweden either. Deportation or repatriation should then be a real option,” said Meijer.
After being one of if not the safest country in Europe, Sweden now records the second most bombings out of any country not at war besides Mexico.
Violence and criminality caused by migrant gangland violence is so chronic, last year the Swedish Prime Minister met with the head of the military to try to formulate a plan to deal with it.
Riots and civil unrest have become commonplace, and in 2021, Germany’s Bild newspaper ran the headline: ‘Sweden is the most dangerous country in Europe.’
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Hi Peach!
Omg omg Compass was perfect 😭 I loved it so much, I loved the plot.
The Corp vs The Kizuki I love the gangland AU it’s an AU I hadn’t read before but it’s probably going to be a new fave 🤓
I have been losing it with the snippets. I love Sanemi’s POV hearing the ‘rules’ he has with himself and his own self loathing, from ladies man who doesn’t even know their names to ‘hold me closer please’ you are killing it Peach!
the love scene between them was perfect, I love all the first time scenes we have been getting in your fics Netherwood/TGW now compass cause I’m a sucker for those scenes! (probs because during my own first time the guy yelled ‘DONE!’ when he finished, it goes without saying I didn’t 😔)
this fic works perfectly as a standalone but I would be lying if I said I wouldn’t adore more Compass universe fics. It was too good and now I’m gonna have to be up in your DMs telling you how much I loved this series
I need to say though you shocked me Peach. YOU KILLED OFF SHINOBU 🤯🤯 I never thought I would see that in your fics. I like when you give us something unexpected though 😏
There was a lot of violence in this fic, I really do think you write violence/dark fic really well.
Peach I hope you’re doing well and taking care (Sam too) also one of my wee dogs is called Daisy too ❤️
Much love
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(PS rizzmaster Giyuu in that TGW snippet saying reader has a pretty 🐱 has me swooning)
MY BUBBLE BABYYYYY
hi my love!! I hope you’re doing well, and that your week is as wonderful as you 🤍🤍🤍
I’m so glad you liked Compass! Ngl, I was eager to see if you would send an ask because you always give such thoughtful feedback!!
I’m always happy to bring someone over to the gang AU — it’s been a guilty pleasure of mine for years.
NAUUUUR BABY I’M SO SORRY THAT WAS YOUR FIRST TIME 😭😭😭 I’ve yet to meet someone who didn’t have a horror story, but YELLING “DONE”?!?! You deserve financial compensation fr 😭😭😭
My first time, the person had to watch porn bc he was so nervous getting it up (he wasn’t a virgin) because he’d been in love with me for years. And then he pointed out the blood on my thigh (and a lil on his dick) like it was wrong and I, the virgin, had to be like ??? That’s normal, my guy.
So I will be writing first time fix its until the end of time!!
Thank you for reading and I’m so glad you enjoyed compass!! I can’t wait to explore more of it — I think it’s going to be an easy go-to whenever I’m feeling stuck just because it’s relatively low stakes (despite every character being on the shopping block sksksksk)
YOU HAVE A DAISY??? WHAT KIND???
Take care, my sweet Bublé!
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Gangland shootings and bombings that have plagued Sweden's biggest cities have spread to quieter suburbs and towns, shattering its reputation as a safe and peaceful nation.
Half an hour north of central Stockholm, Upplands-Bro features lakeside boat clubs, copper-red wooden villas and apartments flanked by pine and spruce trees.
But a 14-year-old boy was found dead in a forest here in August, and since January there have been several shootings and bombings targeting houses and apartments.
"It's awful. We've [been] woken up by explosions in the neighbourhood and it's scary," says 42-year-old Anna Petterson, who lives in Bro and has three children. "It's very much something that we're aware of, and we talk about a lot, and are afraid of."
Sweden has been a European hotspot for gang-related shootings and bombings for several years. But recently the violence has shifted beyond low-income, vulnerable urban areas and police say one reason is that gang members are increasingly targeting rivals' relatives.
Detectives suspect some of the latest violence has been organised by criminal leaders based in other countries, including Turkey and Serbia.
More than 50 people have been killed in shootings so far in 2023, and there have been more than 140 explosions. Last year, more than 60 people died in gun violence, the highest number on record.
"What started out as gun violence between young gangs looking to defend their territory has turned into a vicious circle of firearms trafficking and gun violence," explains Nils Duquet, a firearms researcher based at the Flemish Peace Institute in Brussels.
"Gangs have also matured and are no longer just the street criminals, but are often connected to higher-level criminals as well."
Innocent bystanders are also among the dead.
In September, a 70-year-old man and another man aged 20 were killed in a pub shooting in Sandviken in central Sweden, and a newly graduated teacher, 24, died in an explosion just outside the university city of Uppsala.
Soon afterwards Sweden's Prime Minister Ulf Kristersson gave a rare national address admitting that "no other country in Europe" was experiencing this sort of situation, and promising tougher penalties for deadly violence.
Evin Cetin, an author and lawyer who has represented teenage shooting victims and suspects, says boys as young as 13 or 14 are being recruited by gangs, often through social media promises of money and designer clothes.
"Children are using their own bags not to carry books, but they carry the drug markets in Sweden on their own shoulders," she tells the BBC on a visit to Upplands-Bro, part of a nationwide schools tour to more than a dozen areas affected by gang crime.
Others are trying to tackle the problem by organising street patrols in areas affected by drugs and violence.
"That we're out and go around chatting with our kids and young people - it increases safety," says Libaane Warsame, during a night walk in Jarva, northern Stockholm, on a wet, windy Friday night.
Jarva looks like a lot of Swedish suburbs, with well-maintained apartment blocks, a few shops, and a nearby forest. The main difference is that it is more multicultural than many neighbourhoods, and it has Stockholm's highest unemployment rate.
Mr Warsame began patrolling the streets after his 19-year-old son - who police say was not in a gang - was killed in a shooting in December 2020.
"It's hard for [young people] to sit at home for hours without any income, any work. So they go out and stand around and there's a big risk that they will be recruited."
He also runs an organisation that supports families who have lost loved ones in deadly violence.
This year there have not been any fatal shootings in Jarva, but many locals say they remain on edge.
"I haven't been outside so late… because I don't want to make my mum worried," says Gizem Kuzucu, 17.
She often spends her evenings studying at Framtidens Hus, a youth centre, and says none of her friends have been in trouble with the law. But she has been exposed to crime on social media.
"I've seen a lot of videos on TikTok [in which] people are, like, talking about crime. They are like saying 'follow me on Instagram, I'm gonna post like a rapper that got killed'."
Another teenager at the youth centre, Libaan, says he grew up around older criminals and "did commit a few crimes" when he was younger.
"Kids here, they are really, really mean to each other…they don't know how to speak about their emotions, so what they do instead is that they lash out," says the 18-year-old.
Swedish police do not currently map gang members' nationalities, but research for the Swedish National Council for Crime Prevention in 2021 showed young people born in Sweden to two parents from abroad were overrepresented as suspects in murder cases and robberies.
The right-wing coalition government, elected in September 2022, believes the rise in gang violence in recent years is directly connected to Sweden's earlier immigration policies. Until 2016, it had one of the most generous asylum laws in Europe.
"We can now see that 'outsideship' and lack of integration, in combination with trade of narcotics and organised crime is creating this very, very toxic mixture," Foreign Minister Tobias Billstrom told the BBC in September.
The government wants to make it harder for immigrants from outside the European Union to get social benefits, and to make preschool compulsory for children with two foreign parents in some areas, in order to improve Swedish-language skills.
Earlier this year, it became an offence to recruit children to participate in criminal activities. Stop-and-search zones are set to be introduced in early 2024 and ministers want to double prison sentences for offences including gun crimes and explosions.
The BBC was not granted a government interview to discuss these plans, despite multiple requests.
At the state-funded Swedish National Council for Crime Prevention, researcher Klara Hradilova-Selin believes tackling gang crime "should have been a more important issue earlier" for previous coalitions on both the right and left of the political spectrum.
"There are colleagues of mine who were actually warning like decades ago [about] this kind of development of growing marginalisation in the deprived areas."
Worries about how gang conflicts are impacting the country's international image are also growing. "Sweden has always been viewed as an extremely safe country. Maybe one of the top safe countries in the world. And this image is falling apart," says Hradilova-Selin.
According to a recent survey for the Stockholm Chamber of Commerce, eight out of 10 Swedish companies questioned believe it will get harder to attract foreign talent, investment and visitors due to the ongoing violence.
At Framtidens Hus youth centre, teenagers are being offered the chance to drive, dance and make podcasts. Former criminal Libaan says he would like a job that involves writing, or helping others, but he believes his future is also dependent on how he is treated by other Swedes.
"I don't feel included in the culture even though I'm born here. They kind of see me as this ghetto kid who has no future."
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The Haunting of Al Capone
At the height of the Prohibition era an incident of gangland violence stands out above all the rest—the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre. These murders that took place in February of 1929 where especially brutal—even for the time. This bloody violence in Chicago resulted in two distinct hauntings. One at the location where the murders took place and one that plagued the man responsible, Al Capone at the end of his life.
In the 1920s violent gang shootings in Chicago were not uncommon as warring fractions battled for control of the cities various lucrative bootlegging, speakeasy, gambling and prostitution operations. Alphonse Capone, a rising gangster who ruled Chicago’s south side and George “Bugs” Moran who controlled the north side where two of the most powerful gangland leaders in 1929. Capone, ever ambitious, decided to hit Moran where it hurt so he could eliminate his only competition.
Moran operated out of a garage, S-M-C Cartage Company on North Clark Street. Capone who had this garage under surveillance for weeks arranged for a man, who Moran trusted, to call and tell him to expect a shipment of bootlegged whiskey on the morning of February 14. On this date, seven of Moran’s men where inside the garage as what appeared to be a police car drove up. Five men, three in uniforms and two in plains clothes got out of this car and entered the garage. Ironically, Moran who was late that morning spotted this “police” car and he and one of his men ducked inside a nearby coffee shop.
Meanwhile, in the garage the fake cops had informed Moran’s men that they were there for a raid. They ordered these seven to stand facing a wall and to place their hands above their heads. These men thinking they were caught did as they were told. Capone’s thugs then pulled out Thompson machine guns and shotguns and brutally shot them in the head, chest and stomach, killing them.
The bullets they used had been brushed with garlic—a superstition that it was said ensured death. These fake officers then led out their two buddies dressed in plain clothes at gunpoint in order to make it look like they had made arrests. They got in their car and drove off unchallenged. A passerby discovered the slaughtered men inside when he heard a German shepherd owned by one of the murdered men, crying pitifully inside. One man was found barely alive—he had fourteen bullets in him. He was rushed to the hospital where he refused to say who had shot him. He died shortly afterward.
At the time of the massacre Capone was in Florida. Both he and Moran accused each other of the killings. The identities of Capone’s five hit men have never been definitely established. No charges were ever filed against Capone for this massacre. This violence did succeed in breaking apart Moran’s north side operations. But ironically Capone was never to reap the rewards of this power grab for these brutal murders caused a major public outcry. Federal agents headed by Elliot Ness—the Untouchables—were brought in to crack down on crime in Chicago.
The bloodstained garage where the massacre occurred was torn down in 1967 for an urban renewal project. Before the building was torn down countless witnesses heard screams, sobbing, and moaning sounds coming from inside. Today what remains of the site is a grassy area with five trees. It is said that dogs that pass by the area whine, bark and snarl at something unseen.
Capone and one of his men were arrested in Philadelphia in 1929. They were charged with carrying concealed weapons. Capone was sentenced to one year in prison. When he was released he returned to Chicago but he found the city now was much less tolerant of crime. In 1934 he was nabbed for tax evasion and sent to Alcatraz prison. Finding himself beaten by guards and evading threats on his life from fellow prisoners he spent most of his time in isolation. It is said he played a banjo his wife sent him and wept for all that he had lost.
Suffering from the advanced stages of syphilis his guards reported that they heard him pleading with someone in his cell. It appears that the ghost of James Clark, one of the men killed in the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre was haunting him. He claimed that Clark would not let him alone. He was often found in his cell babbling and crying about this ghost that tormented him. At the time he was released one of his mobster compatriots stated Capone was, “nuttier than a fruitcake”. In 1947 Capone died of a brain hemorrhage caused by syphilis.
#The Haunting of Al Capone#al capone#alcatraz#haunted prisons#haunted locations#paranormal#ghost and hauntings#ghost and spirits#ghosts#spirits#haunted salem#myhauntedsalem
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Janyth Caldwell, 36 (USA 1986)
Janyth Caldwell died at the age of 36.
In 1986, Janyth underwent a legal abortion at the hands of George Wayne Patterson. Patterson did not adequately examine Janyth first and missed what should have been an easy chance to detect that Janyth’s pregnancy was ectopic. A competent pre-op exam and ultrasound would have easily diagnosed this condition.
After the surgical abortion, any pathological examination should have revealed at a glance that no embryo had been removed. This was another glaring warning sign that Janyth was an ectopic pregnancy patient. Despite this, Patterson sent Janyth home even though her life was at extreme risk. Janyth managed to survive to the next month but died of brain damage from lack of oxygen to her brain after internal hemorrhage.
Patterson had already killed another woman, Mary Bradley, less than a year before during another legal abortion that was advertised as safe. Mary died of respiratory complications and abnormal bleeding.
Later, George Wayne Patterson was shot outside of a pornography theater in an incident of gangland violence. Multiple pro-abortion groups mourned his death while ignoring the women and unborn babies he had killed during his life. While gang violence and shootings are serious issues that need to be addressed, it doesn’t make sense to ignore the human rights abuses committed by Patterson himself.
Even if Janyth’s baby had no way to survive, there was no reason for Janyth to be killed too.
https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/157469209/janyth-m-caldwell
United States Social Security Death Index database, Janyth Caldwell, Feb 1986; citing U.S. Social Security Administration, Death Master File, database (Alexandria, Virginia: National Technical Information Service, ongoing).
Mobile Register, February 6 1986
#black lives are important#tw abortion#black lives matter#tw murder#unsafe yet legal#tw ab*rtion#abortion#pro life#abortion debate#tw negligence#tw malpractice#victims of roe
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Fredric Jameson on English vs. American detective fiction
It is in this light that the well-known distinction between the atmosphere of English and American detective stories is to be understood. Gertrude Stein, in her Lectures in America, sees the essential feature of English literature to be the tireless description of "daily life," of lived routine and continuity, in which possessions are daily counted up and evaluated, in which the basic structure is one of cycle and repetition. American life, American content, on the other hand, is a formless one, always to be re-invented, an uncharted wilderness in which the very notion of experience itself is perpetually called into question and revised, in which time is an indeterminate succession from which a few decisive, explosive, irrevocable instants stand out in relief. Hence the murder in the placid English village or in the fog-bound London club is read as the sign of a scandalous interruption in a peaceful continuity; whereas the gangland violence of the American big city is felt as a secret destiny, a kind of nemesis lurking beneath the surface of hastily acquired fortunes, anarchic city growth and impermanent private lives. Yet in both, the moment of violence, apparently central, is nothing but a diversion: the real function of the murder in the quiet village is for order to be felt more strongly; while the principal effect of the violence in the American detective story is to allow it to be experienced backwards, in pure thought, without risks, as a contemplative spectacle which gives not so much the illusion of life as the illusion that life has already been lived, that we have already had contact with the archaic sources of that Experience of which Americans have always made a fetish.
from Raymond Chandler: The Detections of Totality, 2014
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Convicted Thoughts
Convicted Thoughts
Acid trip
Snitches flip
Busted lips
Death grips
Poverty elevates
Poor demonstrate
Parole violates
States incarcerate
Police lie
Mother's cry
Innocence dies
Time flies
Justice is broken
Angry words spoken
Politicians are choking
I wish I was joking
One bad decision
Addict in prison
Racial division
Beaten submission
Gangland violence
Screaming silence
Inmates dying for
DOC race war
Author Michael Lorne Miller
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The Boys #1 notes: cover to page 2
Alright, so The Boys was written by Garth Ennis, a man who hates genres and tries to end them with satirical fiction. The Boys is his attempt to end superhero comics. Alan Moore previously attempted that with Watchmen by portraying everything with deadly seriousness. Obviously, he failed and Watchmen was ultimately subsumed into the DC universe, but his effort shows genuine human empathy as comes from understanding the genre, recognizing how people actually behave, and presenting something people would develop a real emotional response to. Garth Ennis basically shits all over that and that's what The Boys is: Watchmen covered in shit. I don't usually get so graphic, but the sheer repugnance of The Boys demands a bit of rhetorical oomph.
Darick Robertson does the illustration. He also deserves some of the blame for making everything look like a fascist's satirical representation of degenerate art.
The first issue, released in October 2006, is given the appropriate title "This Is Going to Hurt".
Cover: Oooh, we're so edgy! Look at these tough guys and one girl ready to beat up the viewer in a bit of gangland violence. You'd have to be a reeeaaal tough guy to read it, right?!
Title page: A parody of Greg Rucka's Wonder Woman: The Hiketeia's depiction of Wonder Woman stepping on Batman's head, here distorted into a gross image of a boot (Butcher) stamping down on the face of a Captain America knockoff (Soldier Boy) and seriously mashing up his face in horrific gore. Like, this is completely unnecessary, just "Oooh, we're edgy!" to start off the edgelord book and let you know you're in for an edgy time.
Thematically, it nods to the communist idea of the working class rebelling against the oppressive capitalist class. Butcher's boot is the working class leather lace-up used as a symbol of the hard-working common man often seen in communist propaganda. However, it's also consistent with fascist art about a Volkish uprising against Jewish elites (national socialism borrowing various actual socialist concepts and grafting them to far-right antisemitism). A lot of stuff in The Boys feels fascist-friendly, if not centering them as the target demographic.
The title card tells us this arc is called "The Name of the Game: Part One".
Pages 1-2: We're introduced to Billy Butcher, an assholish looking black leather-clad man on a park bench with his bulldog named Terror. For some reason, female The Boys fans love this dog. Like, they love this dog. I guess he's kind of cute before Butcher reveals how he's trained him, but... I don't get it.
Butcher looks up at some superheroes flying overhead and pledges to get revenge on one of them (Homelander), calling him a "cunt". Now, the word "cunt" has different levels of obscenity in the U.S. vs. the U.K. In the U.K., it means something like "asshole" and is regularly used against men, while in the U.S., it's a misogynistic slur exclusively used against women with the connotation that they're only valuable for sex and shouldn't be considered real people. I think if a man were to call another man a "cunt" in the U.S., it might be taken as a rape threat because the concept of being used for penetration is bound up in it.
Butcher is a working class man from England, so he can use "cunt" in the freer way, but I really get the sense that Ennis (from the U.K. himself) specifically included a character from this demographic so that he could get away with plastering the pages with what American readers would read as a misogynistic slur. It's set in America and marketed to Americans. Ooh, edgy!
Now, what Butcher says is "I'm gonna fuckin' have you, you cunt." With the American connotation, that sounds like a rape threat. Our hero, everyone, starting things off with a rape threat.
Something I'm going to be saying a lot is "The show spins this progressively." The show is genius, finding the good parts in the dung heap. The "cunt" thing is spun in an interesting way commentating on American culture, challenging notions of obscenity, and fits into a pattern of musing on gender roles. Thank you, Rebecca Sonnenshine.
Next time... page 3!
#the boys notes#sexism#oooh edgy!#loose communist themes#sus fashy content#queue and i are one forever
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Kin's Charlie Cox talks tough days on set and perfecting the Dublin accent
'There was a period of time when I was like, wow. I'm really kind of dreading going to work'
WED, 31 AUG, 2022 - 07:35 MAEVE LEE (X)
Working on a show such as the gritty gangland series Kin brings a range of emotions with intense storylines and for Charlie Cox, there have been some days where it has been particularly tough to shoot scenes.
Cox, who is also known for his role as Matt Murdock in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, plays Michael Kinsella in the RTÉ series which follows a Dublin family embroiled in gangland war.
Some have criticised the show in the past for seeming to glamourise gangland violence, but when Cox read the script, he felt it highlighted how “gruesome and uncomfortable and painful” that life can be.
With his character, the actor says he wants to portray the sense that he is “so far beyond” the possibility of exiting a life of crime.
“You should feel when you watch him do the things he does, a sense of reluctance and grief and frustration and anger and fear,” he explains ahead of the release of series two.
With the show comes some difficult scenes and while filming episodes two and three last year, the 39-year-old admits there was a period of time when he was almost "dreading" going to work.
"There was a period of time when I was like, 'wow. I'm really kind of dreading going to work," he says.
“I loved the creative process, I was loving the storytelling and I believed in it so much but sitting in those feelings. When you do a funeral scene, you’re doing a funeral all day. You’re sitting in that grief all day.”
It can be a “very uncomfortable” emotion to be living in and often lingers after scenes finish, the actor says.
“My feeling with this show, particularly what happens at the beginning is that if anything, it shines a light on how devastating to a family and to a community that life can be.”
Clare Dunne (Kin), Dervla Kirwan (Smother) and Charlie Cox (Kin) pictured at the RTÉ New Season Launch in the RDS Dublin. Picture: Andres Poveda Photography
His involvement in the crime drama series came during lockdown when his wife and producer, Samantha Thomas, asked him to read the show while they were in the States.
“I said to my wife, is there a version that they would consider hiring me and we can keep the family together and we can all go to Dublin and make the show?
“I’d read it and I’d also just finished watching Normal People and was really moved by that and reminded of the kind of storytelling I wanted to be involved in.”
While first getting acquainted with the Irish ways, the British actor says the strangest thing he has noticed about Irish people is the ability to agree by simply breathing in.
“It’s that thing where people agree with you by breathing in. I’ve tried to put it in the show a couple of times. The first time, I was in a car with a guy, and I was chatting to him…I thought he was asthmatic,” he jokes.
“He kept doing [it]. I’ve tried to put it in the show but it keeps feeling really fake, so I haven’t quite got it down.”
As for nailing the Dublin accent, Cox was “terrified” about getting it wrong and spent hours listening to podcasts and even took inspiration from ex-soccer player Shane Supple.
“I listened to Shane in an interview and there was a texture in his voice that I felt was unexpected for Michael and I felt like it was close to what I wanted to try and do with him and his voice,” Cox says.
“Not to copy and repeat but he has a clarity — he’s very clear about what he wants to say but there was a complete lack of ego. The opposite of a Conor McGregor-type thing.
"That was the closest I found to something that would suit Michael.”
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#''very clear about what he wants to say but with a complete lack of ego''#ooh interesting - that *does* sound so much Michael#I love how much thought Charlie puts into crafting his characters <3#and yeah episodes 2 and 3 were brutal just to watch let alone spending days acting out those scenes : (#charlie cox#michael kinsella#kin amc#interview#article
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Gloucestershire Unsolved
Why Are These Cases Cold & Forgotten
Twenty days ago we began the arduous task of a deep-dive review of four unsolved murder cases in Cheltenham, Stroud, Coleford and Stonehouse.
The first of these murders that need our attention is that of Constance “Little Granny” Aris.
On February 28th 1985, the pensioner in her 70s was found by her son Keith and daughter-in-law Vanessa in her armchair, she had been battered to death with what was believed to have been an axe, the TV was still on.
Connie had been out in the early evening of February 27th 1985 to attend a Friendly Society meeting at St Marks Community Centre in Cheltenham. Sometime between 6.30 pm that evening and 9 am on 28th February she was murdered.
Now one thing that we need to clarify is the date of the killing as the national database for deaths clearly shows Constance E E Aris of Cheltenham deceased in 1986.
This is the copy of the record taken from Findmypast.com
Death quarter 2, Registration Month 4
Death year 1986, District Cheltenham
Register number 486, County Gloucestershire
Volume 22, Page 1441
So this is something we are currently exploring and have contacted witnesses to further explore this. Obviously, I will report back when we have clarification.
Links to this investigation
Since we began to review this case we have identified two possible links to other unsolved killings, one in Bristol and one in Plymouth but we cannot go into any detail on this just at the moment, as enquiries are ongoing.
Carmel Gamble
The fire brigade attended the cottage after a fire was reported at the Rodborough address. As part of the search discovered the body of severely anorexic Carmel Gamble who was 43 years old.
The worrying thing was that she had not died as a result of the fire, she had been beaten to death with several severe blows to her skull. She had been badly mutilated and then piles of clothes set around the body and set alight using paraffin as an accelerant.
There has never been any sign of this case being solved despite evidence from a woman who came forward a few years later.
In the relatively few days since we began looking at these cases we have been able to speak to two people who recall the case and are willing to talk to us. We will bring an update as we get it.
Courtney Davies
This murder was pretty horrific with the victim being a well-known gangster. His badly burned body was found frozen by wildlife rangers Neil Sollis and Ray Beasley in High Meadow Woods near Coleford Gloucestershire, it was around 9 am December 21st 2004.
The post-mortem revealed that he had been stabbed some 70 times and his throat had been cut. There was a strong smell f petrol which may well have caused the woodland fire.
Courtney Davies was a well known criminal from Cardiff with convictions for drugs, firearms and violence. In 1986 he had been sent to prison for 15 years for a violent robbery of the home of a Welsh businessman. Davies had been released in 1994 having served eight years of the sentence.
This murder is believed to have been a gangland killing it is our early opinion that this is correct.
Police appealed for the drivers of a red Ford Escort, a white Lexus, amd a red & white motorcycle seen along the A4136 between 1050 pm and 1150 pm on the night of December 19th 2004 but to no avail.
DNA found on a cigarette butt led to some arrests and 32-year-old Malcolm Martin was put on trial at Bristol Crown Court, however, the trial collapsed before it could begin and Mr Martin who had been deaf and mute since the age of 12 when he had meningitis said the arrest ruined his life.
Gloucestershire Police say that there is really very little chance of a conviction but regardless of this man’s convictions, I feel that the case needs to be reviewed, not just written off.
Richard Miles
The last case I want to bring to you as we review is that of 29-year-old Richard Miles who was stabbed to death in the back garden of his home in Newtown Near Stonehouse Gloucestershire on March 10th 1993.
He was by all accounts a well liked man and there seems to have been no explanation for the stabbing.
Over 40 police officers were drafted in to work on the case, stopping 1,140 cars and questioning 277 people that had passed through the area on the day of the killing but to no avail.
Three men were arrested in November 2013 in connection with the case, two on suspicion of murder and the third on suspicion of perverting the course of justice, they were released on bail pending further enquiries but nothing has ever come of it and the case was discontinued.
Several mystery persons have never been identified including an ‘attractive woman’ pushing a buggy near Richard’s home on the day of the killing despite police interviewing mums at Eastington Nursery School and two men seen in a nearby field.
Mr Miles was a chronic cannabis smoker but police said at the time there was no evidence to suggest any link between his drug taking and his death. It is possible that this could have been the link but I somehow doubt it as he worked full time and had no other debts so it is unlikely he would have had a ‘drugs debt’.
Richard’s mother was the person who found her son’s lifeless body with a knife buried in his chest and his father said that she will never recover from that day.
Why was this man killed? He worked full time as a panel beater and police were unable to find anyone who even had a bad word to say about him so what caused his murder? Hopefully we can start to get some answers to these questions, as despite the passage of time someone out there knows what happened and who was responsible.
Ongoing Enquiries
We are spending time speaking to people in each area, taking photographs and video footage as well as making enquiries into the victim’s lifestyles and backgrounds.
We will keep updating this blog or post new ones as time passes and the investigations continue, obviously if we find evidence that could lead to a conviction the information will be passed immediately to the police.
Look forward to bringing you more as we get it.
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"EASTERN PROMISES" (2007) Review
"EASTERN PROMISES" (2007) Review
Many years ago, I had seen for the first time, the crime thriller directed by David Cronenberg called,”A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE”. Viggo Mortensen had starred in the movie, portraying a happily married café owner, whose Good Samaritan actions against two thugs led to his disclosure as a former mob enforcer. Both Cronenberg and Mortensen reunited two years later to collaborate on another crime thriller called, "EASTERN PROMISES".
Based upon a screenplay written by Steve Knight, ”EASTERN PROMISES” began with a gangland murder and the death of a 14 year-old Russian-born prostitute after giving birth to an infant girl. The two incidents would resonate over the lives of a London hospital midwife of Russian descent named Anna Khitrova (Naomi Watts), a Russian mob boss and restaurant owner named Semyon (Armin Mueller-Stahl), his wastrel son Krill (Vincent Cassel), and the mob boss’ enigmatic chauffeur, Nikolai Luzhin (Mortensen).
The plot is a little too complex for me to explain in this review. Needless to say that it centered around the mob boss’ attempt to recover the dead prostitute’s diary, which found itself in the hands of the hospital midwife. I would suggest that one find a way to see the movie. It will not disappoint. I know I found it very interesting. Yes, it has violence, but not as much that was found in ”A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE”. But the amount of blood shown in the film – especially in the gangland slaying and the prostitute’s death – seemed to like a metaphor of the story’s theme . . . and the connection between the major characters.
On the surface, ”EASTERN PROMISES” seemed like a typical crime thriller centered around a Russian crime family in London. But the plot – like three of the major characters – turned out to be something quite different than what appears to be on the surface. What seemed like a gang war, turned out to be a lurid family secret that brings down the Russian mobster. As I had earlier pointed out, this theme is also apparent in three of the four major characters:
*Krill – who seemed like a crude and murderous monster on the surface, who proves to be more benign
*Semyon – a talented cook and mob boss, whose grandfatherly demeanor hides a darker and more ruthless personality
*Nikolai – the enigmatic chauffeur, whose practical and cynical nature makes him unsuited to merely be the family’s driver. As in the case of Semyon and Krill, he turns out to be someone very different.
And it is through the eyes of the London midwife, Anna that the audience becomes acquainted with the exotic (at least for American and British eyes) world of Russian émigrés mingled with the violence and degeneracy of the Vory v Zakone (Russian Mafia). Thanks to Cronenberg’s direction, the world of the Vory v Zakone seemed so exotic and something never seen before. In fact, it seemed so insular that the usual British atmosphere of London almost seemed miles away, despite the presence of Scotland Yard. One sequence that came to mind is the hand-to-hand fight between Nikolai and two Chechen assassins seeking revenge for the gangland murder featured in the movie’s opening scene. The sight of a nude Mortensen viciously defending his life against two burly assassins inside a London bathhouse is one that I will never forget. And I suspect that it will become an unforgettable scene in the minds of moviegoers for years to come.
I was also impressed by the performances in the movie. Despite having the least interesting character, Watts managed – with her usual competency – to infuse pathos and spirit into the London midwife. And Mueller-Stahl did an excellent job of portraying a brutal and ruthless man who manages to hide these traits under a veneer of warmth and civility. But I feel that Cassel deserves an Oscar nod for his portrayal of the pathetic Krill, who tries to hide his weaknesses (or what he conceives as weakness) with a crude and extroverted persona.
Finally, there is Viggo Mortensen, whose portrayal of the enigmatic Nikolai might finally allow the critics to truly appreciate his skills as an actor. Instead of using words or openly expressed emotions, Mortensen manages to reveal his character to the audience through subtle words (in a Russian accent that surprisingly works), body language, costume and especially in his eyes. What makes Mortensen so remarkable as a film actor is that he has no need for big speeches (which he had attempted in ”LORD OF THE RINGS: RETURN OF THE KING”) or outbursts of emotions to convey to express his characters’ personalities. This certainly seemed true in the scene in which Nikolai has sex with one of the prostitutes, in the whorehouse owned by Krill’s father. Nikolai does not simply have sex with the woman. He IS FORCED to do so . . . on the orders of Krill, who wants Nikolai to prove that he is not a homosexual. The audience was well aware that the prostitute felt violated and exploited. But Mortensen managed to convey through his eyes, Nikolai's feelings of violation, exploitation . . . and disgust at Krill’s desire to watch him have sex with the prostitute. Good performances by Mortensen, Cassel and the actress who portrayed the prostitute.
What else can I say about "EASTERN PROMISES"? I do not regard it as one of the best movies from 2007. But I feel that it is a fascinating and emotionally complex story that seems different from the usual crime thriller. Unlike "A HISTORY OF VIOLENCE", it is not capped by a violence sequence that gives us the last word on the protagonist’s fate. Yet, all the same, I found it very tense and emotional.
#eastern promises#eastern promises 2007#david cronenberg#viggo mortensen#naomi watts#vincent cassel#armin mueller-stahl#donald sumpter#jerzy skolimowski#raza jaffrey#sinead cusack#tatiana maslany#crime drama
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Fighting December 16, 2023
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Bay City Rollers - Saturday Night
The Rezillos - Somebody's Gonna Get Their Head Kicked In Tonight
DJ speaks over Prince Jammy - Fist of Fury
Chumbawamba - Slap!
The Piranhas - Getting Beaten Up
DJ speaks over Pentangle - Haitian Fight Song
Wire - Single K.O.
Dennis Alcapone - Cassius Clay
Deportation - Let's Fight the Pigs
Bad Livers - Fist Magnet
The Ruts - Staring At the Rude Boys
The Novas - The Crusher
Dee Dee King - The Crusher
DJ speaks over Leonard Bernstein - The Rumble
The Bevis Frond - Johnny Kwango
Agnostic Front - Fight
The Whyte Boots - Nightmare
Memphis Minnie - Joe Louis Strut
Red Alert - City Invasion
DJ speaks over The Pogues - Wild Cats of Kilkenny
The Clean - Big Soft Punch
Crass - Rival Tribal Revel Rebel, Pt. 2
Officer! - Boxers vs. Wrestlers
Little Walter - Boom Boom Out Goes the Lights
Sockeye - I Wanna Punch
Raw Power - Start A Fight
The Outcasts - Gangland Warfare
The Partisans - Mindless Violence
Circle of Shit - Punks Are Out Tonight
DJ speaks over Frowning Clouds - Stick Fight
Althea & Donna - No More Fighting
The Proclaimers - Cap In Hand
G.L.O.S.S. - Fight
Cold War Embryos - Always Fighting
Johnny Wakelin - In Zaire
Ronnie & the Delinquents - Bad Neighborhood
DJ speaks over Al Hirt - Night Rumble
Ewan Maccoll, Charles Parker and Peggy Seeger - Come on Johnny, and Put 'Em Up Johnny
Defiant Pose - Fight
Tørsò - Sick of Fighting
The Teardrop Explodes - The Great Dominions
DJ speaks over Link Wray - Rumble
7 Seconds - We’re Gonna Fight
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