Thursday, May 10, 2012

Like father, like son

Meet Mark Marino, the father of Turangi child rapist Raurangi Marino. And this sobering story from Stuff goes some way to explaining why the younger Marino turned out the way he did:

A Mongrel Mob gang member barked and growled like a dog as he repeatedly kicked and punched his partner around the head and face during an assault in her home.
Mark Marino, 45, of Turangi, was sentenced to jail when he appeared in Taupo District Court yesterday on a charge of assault with intent to injure at his partner's home in January.
Marino is the father of Raurangi Marino, 16, who was jailed for 10 years in March for a sexual attack on a 5-year-old girl at a Turangi holiday park in December.
Mark Marino was arrested the day his son was sentenced. He had been drinking before arriving at the Turangi home of his partner, with whom he had an on-off relationship for five years, the court was told. They sat around the kitchen table talking but, midway through the afternoon, Marino began barking and growling.
His partner became angry and told him to stop, but he took no notice. She left the house to go for a walk and clear her head.
When she returned about 11pm, Marino was still at the house, drinking with six friends. Two children were also present.
He ordered her to sit at the table but she refused and asked him to leave the house. He continued to bark and growl and yell the Mongrel Mob slogan "Sieg Heil".
The woman tried to physically remove Marino from the house but lost her balance and stumbled to the floor. Marino grabbed her, wrapped his hand around her long hair and pushed her into a corner, before punching her in the face and head more than a dozen times.
As she fell to the floor, he kicked and stomped on her head and face up to three times while continuing to bark and growl, and threatening to kill her.
Friends and family watched the bashing without interfering, the court was told.
Police arrived to find the woman's face and upper clothing drenched in blood. She suffered two black eyes, and severe swelling around the right eye, cuts to her nose and lip, and heavy bruising on both hands and upper arm.

As we have blogged before, we abhor gangs. They offer nothing positive whatsoever to a civilised society. Violence, especially towards women is endemic within gangs, as is the widespread abiuse of drugs and alcohol. It is telling that no-one intervened to stop Marino's attack on his partner; that's the gang way.

Raurangi Marino drew a double short straw. As well as his father, his mother is reported as having had links to Black Power. That of course is no excuse for his horrific offending, but it gives an insight into his upbringing, and into the values instilled in him; values which most of us would find abhorrent.

 We think back to a post we did in February about Henare O'Keefe from Flaxmere, who had recently been given the title of New Zealand Local Hero of the Year. This paragraph in particular came to mind:

At around the 8m35s mark where O'Keefe talks about his belief that children are the products of the environment in which they are brought up; he says "there's no such thing as a bad baby. Something has happened in that child's life for them to walk around with a chip the size of Te Mata Peak on both shoulders." He then says "Change the home and you'll change the community, in my humble opinion.".

Raurangi Marino was not born evil. But he was born into a family where he was exposed to a side of life that most of us cannot comprehend. That is not an excuse for his offending in December last year, but it may give an insight into why he made the choices that he did. There is no doubt that the younger Marino is a product of the environment in which he was raised.

So how do we stop the next generation of Raurangi Marinos? We don't have the answer to that question. But surely it's time that as a society, we had the debate on it.









12 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sick.
You are.

Keeping Stock said...

Your point is?

Nostalgia-NZ said...

Good blog KS. I wish you hadn't used the word 'breeding' on your KW link when I think you actually meant lack of good parental commitment.

Keeping Stock said...

Cheers for that Nostalgia; I used the term "breeding" in the widest sense; not just relating to his conception. With gang culture, violence and substance abuse embedded in both his parents' lives, worldviews and behaviour, there was a high likelihood that Raurangi Marino would follow the same path.

So how many more Raurangi Marinos are there out there, just ticking away until they explode? That really scares me.

Bloodthirsty Betty said...

More violence please. More assaults, more crime, more misery. That's what this blog does well, but we want MORE.
Thank you, Keeping Stock, for all you do for us.

Keeping Stock said...

You're welcome Betty (or is it Robert G?). Now just go and hide your head under the blankets, and pretend that this kind of stuff doesn't really happen in New Zealand.

Anonymous said...

Here's a challenge to you, Keeping Stock, though odds are your cave into your own fear and delete this comment. John Key has been going all hurt over how difficult things have become for him as Prime Minister, and in response, real New Zealanders have had their say about his pathetic moaning. Hwere, Uturn says what you don't want to hear - the truth. Have you the guts to leave it up as a comment on your blog? Very probably not. You're happy to post violence and crime to titillate your readers and yourself, but real comment, about what's happening all across the country? We'll see.

Uturn 8
10 May 2012 at 8:41 am

Oh boo hoo, Key ol’ boy. At least you have food, transport, winter shoes and clothes and a warm house to come home to.

Your kids are doing fine and not riddled with avoidable diseases; you could afford for the doctor to make a house visit if they were sick and not have to take unpaid time off your job to wait in a waiting room for 4 hours and then wonder what is going to fall off the needs list to pay for any prescription medicine.

You aren’t under the constant panic of having your pittance income whipped away from you by a sneering case worker. You don’t see society as hostile when you walk the streets, or know it when you see a BMW or Merc drive by, or sometimes even just a guy in a suit with a tie. When your bus makes a change in certain areas you don’t have to keep your eyes down to avoid the unprovoked insults and dirty looks because you aren’t from round there.

Unless you want to fight, that is. And when you do, the police know you are in the wrong because the other guy looks richer.

You don’t have to live for the moment, John, you dream of Hawaii. If it all goes wrong, no problem, you can escape. You don’t wonder to yourself what the hell you are doing alive when there appears to be no point at all, but to be abused or exploited by someone; or have to struggle to contain the agression, hate and hopelessness it causes.

You don’t know what it’s like to have no more than $5 to your name most days and if you have a bank account, you don’t use cash because that last 85c you’ll use eftpos to access is your last meal for the week – maybe a scone from the supermarket, or a muffin if they’re on special. Tastes great, John, fuckin’ great.

And it just stretches on and on, into the future, because despite being told there are plenty of jobs, employers haven’t replied to one of your applications for over a year and the selection to choose from is dwindling and the same fishing expeditions from consultancies keep coming up.

If you had $1150 dollars spare, John, maybe you’d do a basic IT course – one that is not easiliy dismissed by smug employers – but would it neutralise social prejudice, John? Would paying for a job move a person closer to a chance of getting one or being allowed to keep one, John?

Maybe we just make bad choices, John. Afterall, we’re all exactly the same, same backgrounds, same talents, living in a well-meaning warm and friendly cherry-pip world. You don’t know what isolation does to a person, John. No, you don’t have any of the kind of the anxiety that you, most recently, think young women and other beneficiaries should be under constantly.

Fuck you, you pissant thief.

Yep, gonna be a long two years, or less, for you, John Key. Some of the people you despise have lived much worse for most, if not all, their lives. If I were you, I’d leave the country when you’re done. In fact why not go now? Spring will be starting in the Northern hemisphere.

Keeping Stock said...

Not only am I not going to pull this comment Anon; I've even started a thread about it!

http://keepingstock.blogspot.co.nz/2012/05/challenge-accepted.html

But don't push your luck with off-topic stuff, and cut'n'pastes from The Standard...

Ciaron said...

I'd say you could direct that rant against any of the past PM's for the last 20 to 30 years.

Keeping Stock said...

@ Ciaron - check out the response post...

Ciaron said...

The silence is deafening.

Keeping Stock said...

Quite so Ciaron; Anon might not have thoughtI'd give him a voice.