Anglojew
12-27-2014, 05:38 AM
On Christmas Eve, in the Vesterbro district of Copenhagen, a group of teenaged culture-enrichers set upon a young Danish couple and beat them severely for no apparent reason. The young woman, Nanna Skovman, suffered serious damage to her face and head.
http://www.uriasposten.net/pics/FBNanna241214.jpg
She decided to post the story of what happened on Facebook, and from there it made it into the newspapers and Internet news sites. The story is currently “most read” on both of the main tabloids BT and Ekstra Bladet, as well as on the TV2 news site.
http://ekstrabladet.dk/incoming/article5372562.ece/image_alternates/p900/45475312.jpg
Below is the Facebook entry on which the news stories are based. Many thanks to Haensel Klein for the translation:
Christmas Eve. The day which has joy, roast pork and presents at the centre. But that wasn’t to be for me and Mads. I’d like to tell you how our Christmas was turned into a nightmare.
After getting out of a taxi, we’re walking along our street when a young second-generation immigrant approaches us. He is very unappealing and clearly wants conflict. Without any reason at all, he hits Mads on the head with a bottle. Mads defends himself, but now two or three more second-generation immigrants come running towards us along with a Somali. They are coming out of the basement of a building carrying the kind of chain locks used for scooters and motorcycles. The are attacking Mads together, kicking him and hitting him with the chains. Mads screams that I must run away.
In the end they get him down on the ground, and at this point I start panicking. I believe they are really going to kill him. So, I jump in and try to drag Mads away. I shouldn’t have done that… This little creepy, cowardly boy who started it all pushes me head first into the tarmac and begin to hit me in the back of the head repeatedly with an iron chain. Then everything turns black.
As I regain consciousness I find myself in a big pool of blood. My blood. And I can feel that there is something wrong with my face, something is in the wrong place, but I don’t dare to look. Blood is running out of my mouth, from the back of my head and from other injuries.
My lip is ripped into two pieces all the way up to my nose. 16 stitches. I lost a tooth and two are rocky. I have had the back of my head glued up and there are a lot of scratches in my face.
I am dumbstruck with disbelief… Sitting back with a whole lot of questions. Why? Why us? What’s the meaning of all this extreme violence? What’s going on in the heads of these immigrants, beating up a loving couple on their way home from Christmas Eve? I am filled with hatred, frustration and sorrow. I don’t want them in my neighbourhood, in my town or in my country. I don’t want this to happen to anybody else. Ever.
The first picture is of myself right after I had the lip stitched. The second one [shown above] is how I look now. I’ll have to wear the bandage for a whole year.
http://gatesofvienna.net/2014/12/i-dont-want-them-in-my-country/
http://www.uriasposten.net/pics/FBNanna241214.jpg
She decided to post the story of what happened on Facebook, and from there it made it into the newspapers and Internet news sites. The story is currently “most read” on both of the main tabloids BT and Ekstra Bladet, as well as on the TV2 news site.
http://ekstrabladet.dk/incoming/article5372562.ece/image_alternates/p900/45475312.jpg
Below is the Facebook entry on which the news stories are based. Many thanks to Haensel Klein for the translation:
Christmas Eve. The day which has joy, roast pork and presents at the centre. But that wasn’t to be for me and Mads. I’d like to tell you how our Christmas was turned into a nightmare.
After getting out of a taxi, we’re walking along our street when a young second-generation immigrant approaches us. He is very unappealing and clearly wants conflict. Without any reason at all, he hits Mads on the head with a bottle. Mads defends himself, but now two or three more second-generation immigrants come running towards us along with a Somali. They are coming out of the basement of a building carrying the kind of chain locks used for scooters and motorcycles. The are attacking Mads together, kicking him and hitting him with the chains. Mads screams that I must run away.
In the end they get him down on the ground, and at this point I start panicking. I believe they are really going to kill him. So, I jump in and try to drag Mads away. I shouldn’t have done that… This little creepy, cowardly boy who started it all pushes me head first into the tarmac and begin to hit me in the back of the head repeatedly with an iron chain. Then everything turns black.
As I regain consciousness I find myself in a big pool of blood. My blood. And I can feel that there is something wrong with my face, something is in the wrong place, but I don’t dare to look. Blood is running out of my mouth, from the back of my head and from other injuries.
My lip is ripped into two pieces all the way up to my nose. 16 stitches. I lost a tooth and two are rocky. I have had the back of my head glued up and there are a lot of scratches in my face.
I am dumbstruck with disbelief… Sitting back with a whole lot of questions. Why? Why us? What’s the meaning of all this extreme violence? What’s going on in the heads of these immigrants, beating up a loving couple on their way home from Christmas Eve? I am filled with hatred, frustration and sorrow. I don’t want them in my neighbourhood, in my town or in my country. I don’t want this to happen to anybody else. Ever.
The first picture is of myself right after I had the lip stitched. The second one [shown above] is how I look now. I’ll have to wear the bandage for a whole year.
http://gatesofvienna.net/2014/12/i-dont-want-them-in-my-country/