Black Lives Matter Movement
He was bright and he respected his parents, but as a teenager in the East End, Peter Akinti hovered on the wrong side of the law – along with many of his friends. Why, he asks, is it so easy for even the good ones to go astray? And what should we be doing to save them? I grew up in the East End of London, in an area called Forest Gate, where you could get your arse kicked if you didn’t learn fast to keep your mouth shut and your eyes constantly averted.