Two guys had an argument after the boy came to the door. The boy said to them to give him the £20 that he had lent, but they said they didn't want to give it to him and told him 'What do you want to do about it?'They stabbed him dead. Craig won't skim through tomorrow's 'Sun', reach his twentieth birthday, buy his mum Sharon a Christmas present, or sit in the local dogshit park with a can of lager and a spliffy in tomorrow's sun. Before the new year dawns at least another half a dozen London teenagers will, like Craig, lie like lumps of chilled beef in their local mortuaries awaiting the pathologist's knife.
Craig probably had a pretty crap life, and I'll bet nearly all of his nineteen-year lifespan was spent on that estate in Acton. His mum's utter confusion that the Leviathan State hadn't prevented his death is apparent in her reported quote;
I've lost my baby boy. He was a good kid, he was not mixed up in any gangs. I can't cope with this right now, my mind is just a mess. You hear about these kids dying but nothing is ever done.And this loads a tragic event with pathos; a belief that it's the council's, the police's, the welfare's or the government's job to keep her and her offspring alive, healthy and provided for, maintain her home and her family, irrespective of their own behaviour. And that's the real sadness to me of this young man's untimely death. The cruelty of the delusion fostered by Brown and Labour that the State can do these things is an evil lie; the whoreson bastards of socialism promulgate it to the weak and credulous such as Sharon Marshall, and it's killing them. The real wielders of the knife that killed Craig Marshall are not on an estate in Acton but are sat smugly grinning around Gordon Brown's cabinet table.