How must it feel to be an Afroarab living in a Parisian Banlieu? You see that everything is offered to you. You're living the most comfortable and safe life in all the generations of your whole lineage. Yet you're surrounded by an infrastructure, you don't understand, you could never build yourself, and nobody in your whole ancestry was able to build. You and most of your friends don't want to learn to understand or partake in it. Your subculture is embracing violence, drugs, and superficial wealth. From time to time, you venture out and destroy the infrastructure of this system that you don't understand and could never build yourself. Then the system comes and rebuilds it... These Afroarabs might live the most comfortable and safe lives in the whole lineage. But is also the most shameful and pitiful one. But I don't think it's their fault. They're on the wrong continent in the wrong system. They are treated the wrong way. Thaught the wrong ideas. Only at home can they have a dignified existence.