I have just read an article in the Times, on three different perspectives on the riots, a witness, a victim and, below, the words of a former troublemaker
It gives a very moving picture of what it is like for the children of "scummy fuckwits" 
(cut&pasted from the Times)
Joseph
A few years ago it would have been the other way around. Instead of coming home from work, I would have been looting the shops with the rest of them. I was capable of smashing all the windows; I could have petrol-bombed them, looted whatever was in there and enjoyed the mayhem. It would have felt like an opportunity to get one over the authorities.
To you I would have been a typical yob but what you don?t know about me is that I was fed up of living. All my life my dad was an alcoholic. He died of an alcohol overdose. My mother committed suicide by jumping off the flats where we lived. I found her dying on the concrete.
I?d heard from other kids on the street about Kids Company, so I made my way there to find lots of frightening teenagers, just like myself, hanging around the doors. It?s taken a long time for me to recover but I was sure Kids Company wouldn?t give up, even though I felt like it at times. Their passion for my wellbeing kept me going. In September I?m starting university and at the moment I?m working at an architectural firm.
But I want you to know that seeing the riots made me feel like I wanted to join in. I wanted to take revenge on the authorities for letting my mum die and not getting the right kind of help for her. But shall I tell you why I didn?t? Because, for the first time in my life, I had things I really valued. It wasn?t fear of the police or going to prison that stopped me from behaving badly, it was hope that I could be a respected member of society.
However, I still sympathise with those kids who, to you, look like violent thugs but I guess I know them differently. Their bad behaviour is only a symptom of pain they?ve endured for years.
PS You?re lucky I didn?t join in. Half of Peckham would be burnt down, including my old school, the Maudsley Hospital, the housing department that kept taking me to court and the police station for their targeting young people all the time from poverty-stricken areas.
Joseph is in his early twenties