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The surprising thing about Aftonbladet’s review of criminal gangs is the poverty.
The myths speak of luxury cars and bracelets in gold, the reality is crumbs spelled in the form of tricks with support for the activity.
Aftonbladet reporters Johanna Rapp, Mattias Sandberg and Christoffer Nilsson have done something reminiscent of the murmurs of old, locked themselves in a sad room and plunged into overflowing material.
They have come across the police survey of 676 gang members in Stockholm, two of whom are women, and have taken it from there.
If they are now really 676, the younger skills come and go and as recently as last week one of them was found dead in Årstabron.
This is not the right place to present the newspaper’s findings, the review that started today is truly excellent on its own and is also presented with exemplary pedagogy.
Possibly there is, however one thing and another to add. As if Stefan Löfven had a point after all when on SVT’s “Agenda” last year he wanted to see gang crime in light of poorly functioning integration rather than misdirected migration policy.
The Prime Minister was skinned, but it is obvious that gangs are in essence very local phenomena, something that is not insignificant in context.
Just take the Dalen network, based in Enskededalen. They are around 30 in number, here are crowded bananas that may have their roots in Gustav Vasa with young men with names gossiping about other ethnicities. What unites them is the zip code.
That said, most reviewers have some kind of immigrant background.
More surprising, however, is something else: scarcity, lack of glamor, dreams that have not survived an encounter with reality.
Most people probably agree that a life that involves murder or being killed doesn’t sound very good. But there is also the notion of fast money, greedy cars, exclusive watches, gold links, expensive clothes, champagne buckets and the other ingredients that at least one video on MTV contains.
But hot air rises, as it has a lower density than ambient air. A similar phenomenon applies to criminal proceeds. The ticket packages are essentially cared for by someone higher up in the hierarchy.
And the gangster who doesn’t settle and celebrates his 40th birthday discovers that he is a low-income person with a testosterone level that falls as fast as the mountain of debt grows and that he lives at home with his mother.
A man who can look back In a life that, between the ups and downs of the house, has not infrequently involved dealing with sick pay or activity support with an increasingly annoyed bailiff behind him who points out that the support of several children here and there does not is paid.
I am not writing this to relativize flagrant violence or crimes against welfare. I write this because this is the result of the review.
Organized crime is not lacking in networks that deceive the state and taxpayers with proposal, veracity and perseverance.
However, there are also many less refined figures who spend a depressing amount of time on rare scams that generate a few thousand dollars a month.
How much of the total trap the retailers represent probably no one knows. It may not be very important either. The important thing is that billions are embezzled each year in a crime that threatens the system and that we can assume that it undermines collective tax morale.
But it’s worth noting that these gangsters are losers in other ways than we usually think of.
It’s not just that they run a significant risk of ending up in hiding as a teenager or spending 20 years in Kumla.
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