The reply, which was delivered without an ounce of jest, explained one massive brawl that started because members of the Judas Priest gang claimed that Rob Halford was the best heavy metal singer to have ever existed.Ĭan you imagine watching these guys fight the Judas Priest gang during a lightning storm in the desert in the middle of the night while “Angel of Death” plays at deafening volume from some magical speaker in the sky? Maybe I’m gay for wanting to see that so bad that I can taste it… but I don’t think so. I asked about their disputes with rival gangs, which can escalate to full-scale riots. I’m a huge Slayer fan but I’d say I have absolutely nothing on these guys. These were some of the older members of the Slayer Mob at their gang house. Judging by the amount of bright green feathers and plucked carcasses lying around the area, I didn’t really fancy its chances.
This parrot was unlucky enough to survive the hit, and the kids told us they were taking it back to their house to domesticate it. They were on the roof trying to nail parrots off branches high up in the eucalyptus trees with slingshots made from the insides of soccer balls. We met these younger members of the Slayer Mob one morning in the schoolyard. She lived in a house with her cousin, who was a 24-year-old grandmother. This girl, seen here with her daughter, was 17. Wandering around the town and meeting the young girls and women, I couldn’t help but wonder how many of them had suffered or were still suffering from the town’s reportedly rampant physical and sexual abuse. They were far more shy and inhibited than the men but projected this incredible feeling of tenderness. There was an underlying feeling of suppression among the girls and women of Wadeye. Throughout the different neighborhoods, entire roads are marked with huge “Iron Maidens” and “Judas Priests” just to let you know whose turf you’re on. Welcome to Wadeye.Įvery single bench, wall, and door-regardless of whether it is inside a house or on the outside of the local council building-bears the scars of a whole array of scratched or scrawled gang names, logos, and taunts. The new solution? Encourage less kids to come to school. Teachers were breaking down and the classrooms were too small to cope with the influx of students who wanted to be able to swim.
Things looked up for a while, but then the school began to burst at its seams. When that didn’t accomplish anything, they built a swimming pool and instituted a “No School, No Pool” policy. The community’s solution? Hire a “kid wrangler” who drives around town in a flatbed truck with a cage mounted on it, rounding up errant kids. Couple this with the fact that there wasn’t a high school in town until a few years ago (even now, the attendance record for both primary and high school is under a third) and you have a lot of bored kids roaming the streets with fuck-all to do besides fuck about. In Wadeye, over half of the town’s population is under 20 years old. Nothing could have prepared us for what we found. We immediately dropped everything else we were working on and embarked north from Melbourne to Wadeye to see it for ourselves. There were the Judas Priest Boys, the Evil Warriors, and the Slayer Mob. But what really blew us away was that the town, which is named Wadeye (pronounced “Wad-air”), was split up into gangs named after heavy metal bands.
Violent riots had erupted between two of the town’s largest gangs and for a moment it looked like the Australian Army (because there really is such a thing) was going to have to be brought in to settle the fighting. At the beginning of 2008, the Australian national news reported on a small, isolated Aboriginal community deep in the Northern Territory, aka the middle of nowhere, aka Satan’s Asshole, aka East Bumblefuck.
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