"Never in my life have I seen a politician walk through my street," mother-of-seven Debbie-Jo Thompson, 32, said yesterday.
"Come down and walk through here. I want to know what they do for the children in the community."
"It's like we're the forgotten people. It's like we don't exist."
You do exist, lady. If anything, too many of you exist.
The mothers of the housing estate banded together yesterday to slam the lack of playgrounds and community services for their children in the violence plagued area and said they had never seen Mr West or Mr Costa.
Playgrounds are the responsibility of your local council. I have no love for our state government, but this is something that is not in their bailiwick.
"Even the park has got nothing there or what's there is broken.
Here's an idea - stop smashing up the stuff that you're given. We, the taxpayers, are not going to endlessly replace stuff because your out of control feral offspring like to break things. Take your broken swings and stick them up your date.
Along with other elders, John Whiu visited every house in Macbeth Way last night to offer families counselling services.
I am sick to crap about all this talk about "elders". Why is it that whenever there's trouble in a busted-arse "community", the "elders" are wheeled out for talks.
Who the fuck are these "elders"? Given that the last report I read talked about a grandmother, aged 35, these "elders" might be younger than me. I'd like to know the point of involving these "elders", given they clearly have no control over the youngsters. If they had any influence, leadership and control, these things wouldn't happen in the first place.