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I think that the behavioural elements are the most important, and given that, I can see why folks have gotten riled up in the UK. It looks like you're being overrun by sex crazed, smoking, drinking, fightin' hooligans.

And then there's the soccer fans.
Have you ever lived in the UK?
I have and I have to laugh. I really do. I read this
BBC article and my lips just started curling back of their own accord. I mean, seriously, its like some one suddenly turned round and asked, "Hey! Where'd that elephant in the middle of the room come from?"
Do you agree or disagree with the findings?Yes I most certainly do. Having spent my life divided between living in the UK and Denmark I can honestly testify that I saw more violence per year in the UK than I have in the entire time I've been in Denmark.
If you agree, what are the UK and USA doing wrong that is letting down their children?Ramble on, sing my song.... I cannot speak for the USA as I've never been there so my views are too subjective to carry any weight, but I have looked long and hard at my old homeland and noted its squallor and poverty. The problem with the UK is simple enough. Its a question of culture. The UK is way too over crowded and people are crammed in and they don't thrive well in these conditions. Quite why this should be such a problem for the British and not the Dutch is an interesting conundrum to me, but I find that the British, generally, are very ignorant where as the Dutch are (usually) not.
The British have so many problems its difficult to know where to start. I think one of their biggest problems is their insular nature which means they have a poor grasp of the reality beyond their own country. This can clearly be seen in the British media which is ridiculously anti American, anti European and 'anti anything' which contradicts the home grown British perception of the outside world. Perhaps the problem is the British, like the Americans to some degree, are prisoners of their own languange, always looking out, never able to communicate with any one else except on the other persons terms. One of the oft repeated complaints I met from British friends was the lament that they knew only one language and I think this monolingusitic perspective is significant for it prevents Anglo Saxons from ever straying outside their own culture.
What they've strained for instead is multi-culture which, to me, appears to be more like wishful thinking than an actual state of existance in the UK. Rather than be isolated in their own culture, but unable to share the benefits of another (non English language culture) the British choose instead to make a big noise about their 'cultural diversity'. They use buzz words like 'vibrant' to keep the myth alive but the truth is, British multi-culture is exactly what it says it is, lots of different cultures with limited interaction. When we went back to the UK in the late 90's my GF and I were foreigners. My years away from the UK and my growth into adulthood had polished me into a Dane so I saw the UK from a new identity. I had my memory of the place and all I saw corroborated it, but now I also saw it from the outside and things became much clearer as a result.
The British are very xenophobic. As a foreigner in the UK I mingled with many other foreigners, from all over the world and the conversation would often revolve around what we all thought of Britain. Some loved it, others hated it, but all agreed that the British were totally wrapped up in themselves and had no taste for outsiders at all. Interaction with Brits was possible, but 90% of the time it only happened on their terms.
For all the talk of multi-culture, I never saw any sign that the British believed in this idea as anything but as a means to promote a political agenda. I certainly never encountered British people who would intermingle with non British people. At university, classes were often divided into three cliques, The ethnic British, the British of foreign ethnic groups (usually Jamacians and Pakistani's) and the foreign students. It was always the case that the ethnic British 'ran' the class rooms, that is to say, they made the most noise and were apt to dictate the social environment, even when they were the distinct minority. The Black and Asian Brits were more subdued, but even harder to talk to than the ethnic British. I certainly never managed to penetrate their walls of silence though I tried many times. Engaging a Pakistani Brit in conversation was simply impossible. They seemed to believe foreigners were lower down on the food chain than they were so they acted accordingly.
Usually the foreign students hung out together and helped each other out. It was striking that the smallest group were often the representatives of the whole of the rest of the world and they were relegated to the fringes. Even by the tutors, who were all British. I only ever saw one class room which defied this set up and that class was dominated by a large Norwegian presence. For reasons of economy the Kent Institute of Art and Design had brought in a large number of Norwgeians and whilst I studied there, these Scandinavians ruled the place since they out numbered even the ethnic British in many classes. What was notable in these instances was the high absentee rate of both the ethnic and non ethnic Brits from these classes.
The really strange thing about being a foreign student in the UK was, that the British themselves believed the north of England to be more inhospitable than the south, but this was not the case. Though Liverpool was a dump (run down with gangs of near feral children destroying everything they could) the people I met in Liverpool, no matter what their ethnicity, were almost all friendly. Liverpool didn't attract many foreign students, but it had its fair share. I think perhaps there was an honesty in Liverpool though. They couldn't hide the depradation so they didn't bother. They were far more honest in their approach to life than any other Britis I have met. They seemed happier also, depsite the poverty which is obvious in Liverpool (I as frequently propositioned on my way home from school by prostitues who'se prices averaged at £10. If thats not a sign of poverty in a region then I don't know what is.)
The children of Liverpool were wild. Utterly ungovernable. They really did roam in gangs, even the youngest, looking for trouble. More than once my GF and I were stunned to see a gang of kids completely destroying some artifact of public property, a bus stop perhaps or a park bench, and adults would just walk by unconcerned. No one intervened because it was understood that to do so was to invite disaster. Even if one survived the initial ordeal, the repercussions could be very dangerous or expensive. Since people knew where you lived, the most common form of retribution was a brick through one's window at night, but it was not unknown for the police to come by after the childrens parents had reported any incident where their children had been told off. Many adults I spoke to in Liverpool were scared of the children because they had no power over them at all so when they passed a group of ten year olds destroying a sign post, they just kept on walking.
I intevened once only, when a group of local kids were harrassing an Eastern European woman with a baby girl outside my house. Seeing she was in trouble, I strode out and told the kids to leave her alone. Being some what vain in those days I used to wear leather trousers (or
pants to you Americans) and the sight of these caused the children to instantly forget their victim and gather around me to examine my amazing legs. I think the novelty of my appearance (no one in Liverpool wore such trousers in '96) saved me any greater hassle, but from that day on, we were a known feature of Toxteth (the area of Liverpool in which we lived).
On another occaision my GF was sitting on the front door step sculpting for a school project when she was discovered by some local children. Within ten minutes there was a literal crowd of children, all puchinga nd vying to see what was going on. It was painfully obvious that these children had nothing to do. That any novelty, no matter how small and paltry, would generate a lot of excitement and interest. Having seen the place where these children were growing up, I was not surprised by their reactions. At heart they were all friendly, and really really bored.
Toxteth was meant to be a 'black part' of the city of Liverpool, but I never intereacted with the black people much. My land lady had a long string of black boy friends and the single mother next door was also black, but these literally said as little as possible to us. The girl next door, never once invited us in though she was happy to say hello and how're you? when we passed each other on the door step. There was a line in the sand that she would simply not cross. Outside of Toxteth, black people were open and fairly friendly again, but within they were always cautious to the point of paranoia. On one occaision I was coming home late from uni and I passed two black tinted mercs. As I passed a window whirred down and a large black man, in 'gangsta' attire leaned out of the window. I paused, and he asked me for a light. I did not smoke but I had a box of cookies from which I was eating and I offered him a cookie instead. Immedietely seven other black men all jumped out of their cars and also wanted cookies... Thankfully I had a whole box so there were plenty to go around. From this, some what surreal experience I lost my fear of the 'black gangsta's' who had such a poor reputation in Liverpool. I'm sure under other circumstances they were dangerous, but at heart, they were just the same kids who've grown up bored in an over crowded city which afforded them scant prospect of an interesting life. Like their white compatriots they were, are, prisoners in their English speaking monoculture and had no way of sharing any other perspective.
For me, being half Danish has meant I am freed of that prison. Perhaps I am still trapped in another one, but at least I can shift from one cultural perspective to another. The British cannot do this. Every foreigner who comes to their country has the advantage of being able to look into the British culture, but the British cannot look out. When Brits travel abroad they do so at a distinct disadvantage for even if they learn some of the local lingo, they are still just tourists and upon their return they cannot share any deeper cultural insights with their fellow Brits.
Denmark is full of British ex-pats (Americans too) and several of my friends are ex-pats. As a consequence we often talk about the differences between Denmark and Britian and one of the most common observations is that Denmark is far and away the better place to live. Often these conversations will be a litany of complaints against Denmark and Danes, and valid complaints too they often are, but at no point do these complaints ever lead to the conclusion that Britain is a better place to live. Its understood that Britain has greater opportuntities for a well educated Dane, has better shopping, better night life and is an all around more interesting place, but I do not know a single Brit who came to Denmark and then decided to return to Britain to have children and I only know one other Dane who grew up in the UK as I did, but like mine his family moved back to Denmark.