Until recently, I thought we were winning the war on racism. My DH said the same today after we talked about the atrocities in N.Z.
I was brought up in an environment where it was rife. When I was very small I heard elderly relatives using words I can’t repeat on here.
My father, however (long dead) wasn’t racist. Which was unusual in working class S.E. London back then. I grew up with black kids as friends. One of whom lives in the U.S. and has visited over the years. And my sons have brought lots of kids back to our home, black, white, Asian. We’ve all sat around the dinner table. All have been welcome in our home and theirs.
I really thought (until recently) that, if we stopped the blame (unless blame was very much needed. i.e. racism happening now) and we looked to the future. Stopped even noticing colour. That we would almost be there.
After the comments on the thread regarding Stacey Dooley and David Lammy the other day, however, I held my head in despair. It seems it will never end. So many angry people. People who want payback, not equality.
The atrocities in N.Z. today are shocking as it seems it was white people with the belief they are ‘fighting back’. We all know ISIS is an evil organisation that wants nothing but death to all who do not believe. But to wipe out innocents? Retribution?
I wondered a while ago (around the time of the Brexit vote) whether there would be some sort of backlash regarding race in this country. It seems it’s not just here.
Why can’t we all live together. The hatred is soul destroying.
People, regardless of race, religion or anything else can be so wicked. Why. I really do not know. It breaks my heart.