What’s the harm in exposing teenagers to Islam? It can end on a busy street with bloody cleavers. That’s the story of Michael Adebolajo who was drawn into a Muslim gang as a teenager and became Mujaheed. Or Holy Warrior of Islam.
Giving his name only as Jack, the 27-year-old said: “He was a lovely lad at school and was liked by everyone.
“In the five years I went to school with him I never saw him have a fight or even get into an argument. What on Earth got into his head?”
It’s the “I” word. The thing that British pols all agree can’t possibly be responsible. Islam.
Adebolajo was born in Britain to churchgoing Nigerian immigrants. He was raised a Catholic along with younger brother Jeremiah, 26, and their two elder sisters in Romford. But shortly after his 16th birthday he began studying radical Islam and his behaviour seemed to change.
He started raising thorny religious and political issues — and sparked rows with his mother by briefly experimenting with wearing traditional Muslim robes.
Both he and Jeremiah appeared increasingly drawn to extremist videos and literature. A friend of Jeremiah said: “Michael was giving him all this stuff.
“Later on when I was with them Michael grabbed me and produced what looked like a knuckle-duster with a dagger sticking out of it and held it to my throat.
Adebolajo’s parents were said to have become so worried they moved to Lincoln to escape extremist brainwashers. But he left home to study business at Greenwich University, South East London.
Adebolajo fell in with a “bad crowd”, experimented with drugs and had links to notorious South London gangs.
The South London gangs were likely Somali drug dealers with ties to Al Qaeda and other Islamist terrorist groups back home. And so the former Catholic boy began to combine drug dealing and Jihad.
He used the name “Mujahid”, or holy warrior, and handed out radical leaflets in Woolwich High Street. And he began plotting jihad — while selling drugs back in Romford.
Every morning he would drive there while texting customers about that day’s pick-up spots. Regulars knew him as Jay but nicknamed him Freddie Mercury and Red Rum because of his buck teeth.
Another source said: “When he came to Romford to sell drugs he would let it be known in coded text messages just what was on offer.
“He would say, ‘I’ve got some designer white shirts’ which meant crack cocaine, or ‘I’ve got black T-shirts’, which meant heroin.
Another said: “Very occasionally he was in his car with the second man who was photographed at the murder scene. Now we wonder who was calling the shots.
The Koran was. And that’s the problem.





















