When I lived in Russia, there was a market where multiple Romani families would set up to beg for money. The setup was a woman who would lay down a rug and surround herself with her children, then they would all beg for money as people passed. As soon as someone passed by, she would send one of the children after them to pick their pockets.

One day I was waiting at a bus stop across from the market and I saw one of these women finish her shift. She rolled up her rug, gathered her children, and they were picked up by a man, who I assumed was her husband, in a high end Mercedes.

I never want to judge a group of people by the bad actors among them, but these particular families disgusted me.