On 4 August 2011, 29-year-old Mark Duggan was shot dead by police. His death triggered an angry protest by his friends and relatives which snowballed into a nationwide riot. Most of the rioters neither knew nor cared who Mark Duggan was but the ensuing chaos afforded them a golden opportunity to pilfer sportswear and Playstations. More on that here: https://spideron.wordpress.com/2011/08/10/the-children-of-cain/
On 8 January 2014, following a two-year enquiry, the courts ruled that the man’s death had been a lawful killing. This verdict was reached by a jury with an 8-2 majority but prompted a furious (some might say, excessive) response from the Duggan clan. They screamed abuse at the jurors and issued threats against them. “Fuck them and fuck the world. What are you running for?” raged Mark Duggan’s brother, Marlon. There were fears of a renewed spate of rioting in Tottenham and beyond as 500 people gathered for a vigil on Saturday. It never happened, thankfully, but the Duggan clan vow to fight on until justice is served. But what kind of justice do they mean?
It was not an easy case, for there was little concrete evidence, and the jurors were faced with a difficult choice: either ruin a policeman’s career and possibly send him to jail, or risk being set upon by a vengeful mob. Eight of them opted for the latter and I congratulate them for doing so. Picture this: you’re a police constable faced with a man who you know is a dangerous criminal. He is brandishing a black object in his hand which could well be a gun. Do you fire at him or stand there like a lemon? What would your loved ones want you to do? Mark Duggan was on his way to pick up a firearm. “Oh, why’s that?” you may ask. Well, it could have been that he was tooling himself up in anticipation of the Glorious Twelfth on some country estate but, given his situation, I am guessing it was human prey, not grouse, that he sought. After all, Duggan was said to be a senior member of the North London Star Gang, whose activities include the supply of class A drugs, firearms, kidnapping, blackmail and GBH. Duggan’s cousin, Kelvin Easton, was stabbed to death by a rival gangster in March 2011 and the police knew that Duggan was planning to avenge his kinsman’s murder. The policeman who shot him was aware of these facts and could not afford to take any chances. Well who would? That is what is meant by a lawful killing. This was not some cold-hearted execution but a completely understandable reaction to a volatile situation. It it not, as Duggan’s apologists maintain, carte blanche for the authorities to commit random executions on British citizens whenever the whim takes them. That is not going to happen. Duggan, it turned out, did not have a gun in his hand, though he most likely discarded one. The policemen who faced him knew he was dangerous and expected him to be armed. The man lived a violent life and his death was no miscarriage of justice.
It is understandable, of course, that the Dugganites should be unhappy with the court’s verdict. I would feel the same way in their shoes. However, their behaviour throughout has been disgraceful and they are unworthy of support or respect. Their tactics include the following:
- Threatening the jurors with violent reprisals. Those good people acted in accordance with the law; they do not deserve to be treated so. Met Police Assistant Commissioner Mark Rowley was even spat at as he gave a statement outside the Royal Courts of Justice. How can anyone who indulges in this kind of savagery thenceforth claim the moral high ground?
- Playing the race card. Mark Duggan was mulatto: his father, Bruno, is black and his mother, Pamela, is white. The jurors themselves were a mixture of white and mulatto. With this in mind, which race is picking on which? The Duggan disciples are delusional if they think there is some sort of racialist conspiracy going on here. On the other hand, this may be a deliberate ploy on their part to attract support (and muscle) from Fifth Column types like the Socialist Workers Party and the Nation of Islam to bulk up their numbers.
- They have been highly critical of the media for portraying Mark Duggan as a gangster. First, he was a gangster. He was in a criminal gang (this information was not conjured out of thin air – this is not Russia) and had been arrested on numerous occasions for crimes including murder and attempted murder. With a rap sheet like that, it doesn’t take Hercule Poirot to work out that this cove was no blue-collar hero in the wrong place at the wrong time, but a seasoned felon savvy enough and with sufficient connections to avoid doing bird. Second, the Dugganites might want to tune into the BBC news channel or watch Channel Four News before whining about media bias. Most ordinary Britons (from what I have gauged in my investigations both on and offline) believe strongly that it was a lawful killing. Moreover, Joe Bloggs is delighted that another violent, drug-dealing scumbag has been put out of action. The BBC and Channel 4, however, have completely ignored their opinions and given far too much weight to the Dugganite horde.
- They have demanded an end to police stop-and-search tactics. It is true that black men are far more likely to be randomly accosted by the Peelers, but this is a separate issue to the Mark Duggan shooting. Duggan was known to be a part of a criminal gang and was believed to be on his way to commit murder. It was not a random stop-and-search.
- The gathering of over five hundred supporters, friends and family at a vigil, at the end of which were released twelve doves. Trade unions were in on the act, while MP for Hackney and human blimp Diane Abbott, who seems to think she’s the next Rosa Parks, gave a speech. Watching those white birds fly above the heads of the grimacing mob in this nauseating exercise in martyrdom and victimhood, I was reminded of previous occasions where mere mortals were mistaken for demi-gods: Michael Jackson’s Earth Song performance at the 1996 Brit Awards and Princess Diana’s funeral sprang to mind immediately. How many other shooting victims are so lavishly honoured? Where were the howls of protest and 500-strong demonstrations for Mark Saunders, who was gunned down by police in 2004? Since when was the life of an alcoholic, middle-class barrister worth less than that of an uneducated, inner-city thug? Is it not, given the similarity of their deaths, hypocritical that one of them is forgotten by all save a few, while the other is accorded almost messianic status?
I’m sure psychologists are having a field day with this issue. Here in Britain, we have a long-standing tradition in which dangerous criminals are mythologised and whitewashed. It seems, therefore, that the late Mark Duggan will join the likes of Ronnie Biggs, the Kray Twins, Dick Turpin and Robin Hood in Britain’s loveable rogues hall of fame. However, I urge you to beware of those who scream the loudest, for behind the self-righteous indignation, behind the cries of ‘no justice, no peace’, there is nothing more than a desire for vengeance from those who have never respected the rule of law. The Dugganites are common chavs who make a living from crime. Who are they to speak of justice? Consider Carole Duggan, their most vocal spokesperson. I know her kind all to well. She punches the air as if she were eulogising Nelson Mandela himself, though she herself has strong criminal connections. Her pretensions to honour and virtue are absurd, but more absurd still is the way so many witless fools swallow her lies. Perhaps the rent-a-mob needs something to get angry about. I wish they would channel their energy into a worthwhile project, like conservation or helping out in a nursing home. It is far easier, however, to point fingers and sneer at those who have a stake in society simply for trying to do their jobs. Our legal system may not be perfect, but it is a damned sight better than most of the others that humanity has to offer. Carole Duggan and her underclass minions have a right to be dissatisfied with the High Court’s verdict, but they’re going to have to deal with it, as must we all when things do not go our way. Those who live by the sword must be prepared to die by it.