Monday, 4 August 2008
I was born and grew up in the Liverpool suburb of Huyton,a once pretty little village of Saxon origin. Scousers were moved into the area by the local authorities after slum clearance and as a result of our German friends attempts at eradicating the city from the air. It retained much of its rural feel for much of my childhood and I have happy memories of a life spent amongst trees and fields....we even had a village green...not exactly a ghetto! The last decade or two have not been kind to Huyton though....murders,drugs,violence and ignorance have destroyed a once decent place. Huyton has hit the news in the last few years for a series of murders that seem to have targeted minorities of one sort or another...this being the latest. My friends and I grew up in families that could in no way be considered poor but compared to what is available to people now I suppose materially we probably were.In contrast to the empty spirits that seem to pass for young men in Huyton nowadays I have a feeling we were gifted with inestimable riches...our politicians and our social engineers have a lot to answer for...somebody killed my hometown.