E l Correo, David González (19-IV-2022): “Some 30 minors have attacked a pedestrian in Vitoria who was on his way. They surround him and they kick him and punch him. The attack has lasted for a few seconds and the team has dispersed when the victim has asked for help and the first Ertzaintza patrols have appeared.”
The Municipal Police also stated: "Although hostilities among adolescents are common, such an attack is new and worrying, the first of its kind" (our city, of course, is quiet).
David González and I lived as a child in Txagorritxu, in the same building. In our adolescence, some teenagers attacked the doorman of the adjoining building, broke up several ribs and spent three months in the hospital. In the Vitoria of then, the stick they gave him in any park: the clock, the clothes and the money run over. Every day there were clashes between neighbors, heavys, punks, bluses, fashions, fights and pijos. The most conflicting were staying at the train station to make street fighter (home struggles, canes, stones...).
"Although we are more guayos and more modern, our families remain one of the most unattainable institutions, and we are now in the ship's timonel"
Those of us who have followed Gonzalez’s trajectory already know how to read their relentless march. For example, because we are told nothing else, we know that those 30 attackers are white. And as there are no other brands, I think they are children of ‘normal’ families. Families El Correo.
We immediately started in our crew as a tertulia at the Telecinco level. First, we had empathy with the man who suffered the beating, because, in addition to the usual logical reasons, we already considered it as cogeneration, at least in comparison with that adolescent band. On the other hand, being minors the aggressors, it was commented that the attack will go free in this guarantee system.
However, we had about 60 white vitorians that could empathize in the part of it: The parents of these 30 teenagers, our generations. Because, although we are more gusts and more modern, our families are still one of the most unattainable institutions, and we are now in the timonel of the ship: we explain to the kids how to live, how to teach the way to children and young people, we can criticize the teachers, the system, the music scene, Ukraine, everything. No matter. Yes, those of our crew, our brothers, our companions, we don't pay too much attention to the children, we give them a cell phone so they can leave us alone from the very beginning, we control, we scream, we mistreat? Nobody can enter it.
As I have screamed “Breaking Jails”, I want to reclaim adult centers so that all adults (especially those who have met expectations: family, work, home...) will be hospitalized and then returned to our normal lives.
Obviously, it is urgent.