an East German report
In the centre of our town, nearby the main railways station, you can see 15 men from North Africa who are selling there illegal drugs. Once a month there erupt fights with knives. Last December two young Germans were assaulted and wounded. The attackers ran away…
What do the Germans do? They look the other way. A year ago I myself was accosted by North Africans in the vicinity of the same railway station who asked if I wanted to buy drugs. I decided to pay no attention, but they did not feel discouraged and chased me with their rude language for a while.
As I saw two policemen close by, I made up my mind to inform them of what had happened. The officers only smiled and told me that those North Africans were known to be occupying that part of the town and selling dope. That was no secret. Yet, the officers’ orders were not to intervene. Their commander told them so. That, too, was no secret. The police can only intervene in case of aggravated assault. And even then the officers would have trouble explaining why of all the places they threaded their way to the drug market… Continue reading