Citroen Flambé
The wildfires of Malibu have evidently spread overseas:
Dozens of youths pelted a police station in the northern Paris suburb of Sarcelles with Molotov cocktails Sunday following an accident involving a patrol car that left two teenage motorcyclists dead, police said.
Shots were fired at the officers in the station and a police captain was hospitalized with a serious injury to the face after he tried to negotiate with the mob, a police union official said. The youths also torched several cars and set garbage cans alight, officials said.
Those anonymous “youts” (á la “My Cousin Vinny”), again, huh? They must be masters of disguise to have betrayed no other distinguishing characteristics.
In late 2005, the accidental deaths of two youths who were electrocuted as they hid from police sparked weeks of riots in the poor, immigrant-heavy suburbs that ring many French cities.
Is that a clue? These youts were poor and immigrant-heavy?
We’ll get no more here. Michelle quotes a Pajamas Media blogger who lifts the curtain a little higher:
Two boys aged 15 and 16 riding on a mini-motorcycle (prohibited on the road) hit a police car this afternoon in Villiers-le-Bel. The boys, who weren’t wearing helmets, were killed. Hundreds of enraged men and boys are tearing up the neighborhood.
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Interviewed by Le Parisien, the uncle of Moushin Souhhali, one of the victims, says he understands the rage; it’s terrible to lose a 15 year-old boy. His body, claims the uncle, was dumped at the fire station with no respect. The police who, in his opinion, caused the accident were nowhere to be seen. He heard they were speeding. His nephew was a good boy, not a delinquent.
Let’s see: two boys, who weren’t delinquents, were joy riding without helmets in violation of the law; police, who were nowhere to be seen, somehow caused the accident; while the youts were without names, the uncle has one, and it’s not exactly Jean Valjean.
I’m going to take a wild guess: this is more Muslim rage. It’s a stretch, I know, but that’s how great discoveries are made. You think Einstein and Columbus would have discovered America and relativity if they had been afraid to wade into the metaphorical water? Water’s nothing, it’s the banlieues I won’t go near.