Everyone's innocent nowadays

Amazing, is it not? Whenever a kid gets squashed by a bus or a police car, tops himself after being bullied at school or buggered by a perv vicar, is eviscerated by a sword-wielding thurman, or is blown up by a religious nutter, it is always the nicest, kindest, most intelligent, most sweet-smelling, most clean-living, most innocent kid in the world who went to church three times on Sunday, always made his bed, fed the birds, stroked the neighbouring strays, found plenty of time to visit his granny and do her washing up, never dropped litter or trod on the cracks in the pavement, and was about to get seventy five A-stars in his GCSEs?
We've been told a load of crap of this sort about the fifteen-year-old Mancunian lad who was shot three times solely because he "happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time". According to the police there is no evidence that Jessie James (if you're going to shoot someone, go for the big names, I say) was a member of the Hole-in-the-Wall gang, or indeed any gang at all, or had anything to do with drugs. From what you hear he was the sort of lad who felt guilty if he bit the head off a jelly baby.
So would someone like to tell me what a fifteen-year-old lad was doing at two in the morning in a Moss Side park which, apparently, anyone with any sense avoided during the hours of darkness? I'll bet my arse he wasn't picking f#cking buttercups.