Express, Peter Bleksley, April

How much teenage blood needs to be spilt before politicians take note asks PETER BLEKSLEY
The errant youths of Peckham in south London used to hate me, with good reason too. I was a 20‐year‐old fearless uniformed cop who walked the mean streets and crime‐ridden estates with a single purpose, to catch the troublesome youngsters who were “at it”.

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