Gang membership among illegals, specifically those between the ages of ten and thirty, has soared. The gangs themselves are not of the local yokel variety with which police have had experience; they are well funded, well organized, and well connected to national and international crime syndicates. A single member might carry the firepower of a SWAT officer, with the determination to match.
The language barrier is present, as always, but especially damaging now because informants require translators. Even when a translator is present, dialect differences and the inescapable possibility of one misunderstanding another are pushed to the forefront. No matter how hard they try, and they do try, the police never fail to be two steps behind gang members at every corner. The situation is growing increasingly hopeless daily.
The gangs themselves have turned their attention to eliminating nearby factions of organized crime, placing the city’s longtime thugocracy under incessant assault. The latter’s respective crews are used to the old model of business; with each gang knowing its territory and sticking to it. The illegals’ brand of gruelingly brazen urban warfare, which cares not a whit about sneakers hanging from power lines, has left the old guard throughly blindsided.
As all of this is happening, the lion’s share of the city’s productive classes are leaving for good. Some members in moderately safe neighborhoods have their homes on the market, while others closer to the battle zone simply pack their belongings and go. The watch groups are, for the most part, things of the past; what good can a middle aged male carrying a flashlight do against a young street urchin packing a MAC-10? A disturbibg number of harshly depressed blue collar citizens, many of whom are the very folks laid off from the factories, are forced to stay in the midst of the mayhem.
In any case, both they and their contemporaries lucky enough to get away have formed very negative views concerning recent immigrants of any legal standing, as well as all those belonging to said the same ethnic groups. This unique strain of xenophobia is really heartbreaking, because it is not based in folk ignorance or blind racism, but instead is rooted in a series of horrible experiences at the hands of specific groups peopled by detestable individuals. The natives’ wholesale abuse could have been at the hands of anyone of any skin color or ancestral origin, but, in their emotionalist fury, they cannot see this. Unfortunately, many are sure to bring their learned bigotry across the city line and into greener pastures where it will likely ferment for a long while.
In thinking their predicament over, it would be wise to remember the fat cats who initiated the strife; those head men and women of the factories who tried to have their cake and eat it too, and a strong argument can be made that they are more to blame for the city’s problems than the illegals themselves, as they invited the illegals and then tried to cover up the problems while something still could have been done.
We will examine these problems in step seven.