The following translations by Tania Groth are from Danish Facebook and media sites. I don’t have any URLs for the original texts:
Source: Marcus Alexander Aroli on Facebook, February 15, 2020
As a father of teenage boys, I am often worried, and 17-year-old Marcus from Albertslund looks exactly like my eldest. It is bad in some places in the province, but is obviously a bit worse in the Islamized suburbs of Copenhagen. For example, in Albertslund, an average Friday night. A story from the real world.
I was beaten to the ground yesterday at Albertslund station. There was a larger group present, but there were about nine people out of this group who were involved. However, only three of them managed to physically grab me and started beating me. As I was trying to escape, there was a fourth who tripped me, so I fell to the ground.
They also tried several times to push me down onto the rails. The last attempt was when the train was arriving at the platform.
My sister and I were at Taastrup station yesterday and decided to take the train one stop to Albertslund station to buy some soda in the 7-11 as there isn’t one in Taastrup. As soon as I get off the train, my sister and one of her girlfriends say they think they know them (or had at least had heard something about them before); they were standing at the end of the entrance to the platform.
I then ask what they mean, and before I know it a boy about 15 years old with black curly hair provocatively stands very close to me and for no reason, and before I have a chance to say anything I get a fist right in the face so that my upper lip splits open.
I know I have no way to protect myself or my little sister as there are so many, so I tell my sister that we have to go right away. So I move on quietly and then eventually start running as two to three of them are now chasing me, and I get hit again, this time on the right side of my jaw.
I then continue running until I reach the end of the platform, where there are only rails. From there, I know I have to go back to get past them, so of course they hit me again and my sister starts crying. I eventually fall, and can see he was close to stomping on my head, so out of panic I take a bag of four beers which I had, and smash it onto the head of one of them in order to defend myself.
I get up quickly and run towards the exit from the platform, where I get tripped by some other immigrants standing indoors just outside the 7-11. I then run back towards the platform and out onto the rails. (And it should be said that they fortunately did not touch my sister or her girlfriends) they had their full focus on me.
STAY AWAY FROM ALBERTSLUND STATION IN THE EVENING! — They are sick in the head, they didn’t even know me. The terrible thing about it all is that they only did it out of boredom and to make something happen. I COULD HAVE DIED!
It all happened at about 10pm Friday night at Albertslund station. There were about thirty people in total, while only nine of them were involved in beating me up…
Claudia Aroli, BT, February 16, 2020:
He doesn’t want to leave the house, and he says he’ll never go to a station again. He is reasonably traumatized… Marcus is one of the most polite and well-mannered boys possible. He would never dream of talking ugly to people, even if they were talking ugly to him… I just think they have set him up as a target from the start.