suzee blue cheese said:
I get what you mean in one sense.. But the other side of that 'privacy and boundaries' thing is the way we can all look away from the person sitting next to us crying their heart out on the Tube platform. The person lying comatose at the bus stop, in a pool of their own fluids.
Dead or alive?
Do we care? Really?
Just another cardboard cut out moment. Not me, not mine.
Yes this 'ignoring people who are ill or in danger' thing is a real problem in big cities - and it doesn't happen v much in the countryside or in small towns (eg. where I grew up, if there is someone rolling around on the floor, puking, someone will always help). I think it's a) people being attacked or being very ill in public is much rarer, whereas here it happens alot and b) people in big cities are afraid that if they intervene they themselves will get hurt.
When I was coming home from the bookgroup xmas dinner last week I saw this drunk homeless woman rolling around on the floor trying to get up, and everyone was just walking past her...I couldn't believe it. Anyway I help her to get up and walk her towards the hostel where she was trying to get to, and as I was helping her up, a load of kids come by and start laughing and filming her with their phones. Anyway when I got to the tube I saw them and confronted them about how sick and unkind their behaviour was, perhaps I was taking a big risk of getting stabbed or something but I just wanted them to see. Amazingly, the girls in the group apologised, so it made me realise it really is worth intervening sometimes.
I know we hear loads of horror stories about people getting hurt when they intervene on anti social behaviour, but it's still important that we do it, otherwise, inevitably, it will become accepted as the norm.
As for the violence on Brixton streets, I agree with Hendo that it's pretty complex, but basically comes down to 1) bad/absent parenting 2) poverty 3) lack of opportunity/education, in that order.
I think if people are parented badly, or not parented at all, or shown any love/care by adults, then generally they really are fucked.

But if you live in poverty, with few educational opportunites, but have a loving parental figure, you will be ok.
Sometimes I think of moving away from London and going to live somewhere nice and safe and green, but let's face it, violent crime happens everywhere. And still, I think the good sides of London outweigh the bad, for me, which is why I am still here. If/when that changes, I shall move!
There are always good, heartening things, random acts of kindness, which we see happening on the streets, that restore our faith in human nature.
And it's up to us to make them happen!