I suppose for anybody who lives outside a city, the idea of gangs and gangsters is pretty wild. For those of us who grew up in 'schemes' in Scottish cities, it was pretty normal to be aware of the local gangs and, for young guys, to be wary of where they could and couldn't go.
My mother was pretty keen to keep her kids close to home: you want to bring your pals here? Fine. You want a snooker table? Also fine. Just don't wander.
I read recently about this guy called Martin Hamilton. I’m not even
going to share a photo of him, he was such a monster. If you’re interested, you
can read about him here:
According to newspaper stories he was a psychopath, a
murderer, a rapist (specialising in kidnapping young men and torturing them), a drug dealer and a gangster, known locally as the
Blackhill Butcher. Like the Blackhill scheme didn't have enough problems already. He was released from prison not too long ago and his body
was found last month on the other side of the country. Police investigations
show he was murdered.
He was such a revolting man I can’t even be bothered
wondering who killed him. Maybe it was a drug deal gone wrong. Other gangsters wiping out the competition? A capo getting rid of a rival?
Who
cares?
The police are investigating his death. All I can hope is
they don’t investigate too far. There’s no need to worry too much about who was
responsible. I’m kind of rooting for the
person(s) who killed him. In fact, I
would encourage other murderers, rapists, drug dealers and gangsters to keep on
going: those of us who are law-abiding citizens are quite happy for you to
commit murder and mayhem among others of your kind.
Just leave the rest of us
out of it.
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